Memory

Late at night.

Luo Di had stripped off almost all his clothes, wearing only shark-patterned shorts bought in Pluto City.

He sat on a round stool whose four legs were each bent into the shape of a question mark.

Mr. Question Mark had not undressed. Maintaining the same appearance, he crouched before Luo Di, extended a finger, and gently touched the surface of his body.

It was not a touch,

nor was it a strike,

and it certainly was not some strange play.

Wherever his fingertip touched, a Hole structure immediately appeared.

Mr. Question Mark then leaned forward and pressed his eye against the hole to peer inside.

If he failed to find what he was looking for, he would continue making holes and repeat the process.

There was only one goal:

to peer into Luo Di's inner essence and locate the "source" of that abnormal noise... Yet even after holes had been made all over his body from head to toe, nothing abnormal was found.

They finally reached a conclusion.

Luo Di had not been marked, nor had he been affected by any substance. His body was completely healthy.

That noise came solely from Old Master Jiang's memories. As long as Luo Di clung to that memory, he might hear the noise coming from the deepest part of the dungeon.

Snap! A finger snapped.

All the Hole structures across Luo Di's body vanished.

After standing up, Mr. Question Mark pulled out a disinfecting wipe from his pocket and cleaned his fingers. A voice came from beneath the burlap sack over his head. "Personally, I suggest you completely forget that memory. Teacher Guo and I have already learned the detailed written information anyway."

"Forget it? All right, I'll try."

Luo Di truly could make minor adjustments to his own brain.