C320 Questionnaire

I opened the box on the longevity table. The tip of my nose moved, and I could smell the thick scent of blood.

Lowering his head to look, there was a brooch inside the wooden box. It was simple and delicate, neither gold nor silver, showing a bright black color.

"It looks like a plum flower?" I reached out and took out the brooch, and when I looked at it closely