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The two women were stunned.

They both turned to look at Nash.

One of them blushed as they said, “Get away from me, you disgusting pervert!”

Nash was stunned.

He was just trying to ask them which brand of sanitary pads they used!

How did that make him a pervert?

The other woman’s face was flushed too, but she did not lose her cool. Instead, she whispered, “Are you buying pads for your girlfriend?”

Nash nodded. “Yes. I don’t know which brand she prefers, and I left the house in such a hurry that I left my phone behind!”

Yasmin picked up the pack she had just placed in her basket and said, “You could get her some from ABC. Their pads are thin, breathable, and have great absorption!”

Her sleeves rode upward as she extended her arm, and Nash noticed the hieroglyphs tattooed onto the woman’s pale wrist.

The hieroglyphs looked almost identical to the ones on the papyrus.

Theo had spent so much time researching, but he still could not decipher what those hieroglyphs meant. It likely meant those hieroglyphs did not belong to any particular time in history.

In fact, Nash was starting to suspect the Youngs had invented the hieroglyphs.

The woman standing beside Yasmin noticed where Nash was looking and immediately said, “Yasmin, this guy looks like bad news. Let’s get away from him!”

The industrial district they worked in was in a comparatively rural area, and sexual assault cases were not rare around here.

They rarely strayed away from the safety of the industrial district other than to get groceries and other necessities.

Nash took a pack of ABC sanitary pads from the shelf and asked, “Where did you get that tattoo, Miss?”

The face of Yasmin’s best friend turned pale. The more she thought about it, the more Nash looked like the suspect in those sexual assault cases.

“My grandfather used pigeon’s blood to give me these tattoos. Can you read them?” Yasmin asked Nash in return, her eyes glinting.

“Yasmin, Sunny, are you guys done?”

A rugged-looking man walked into the store.

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