It certainly had that feel.
Wen Xishu felt that Mr. Jin truly intended to go to his death.
Whatever else might be true, Mr. Jin had been the first person to enter the Bunker, and he had kept countless people alive.
Without Mr. Jin's initial efforts, climbing the Slaughter Tower would have been immensely difficult for the people of the Bunker.
Wen Xishu was grateful to Mr. Jin.
The man certainly had the bearing of the Bunker's foremost figure, with an almost immortal air about him. He even looked far younger than Albert.
Yet for some reason, Wen Xishu felt a profound sense that something was off.
As for Xiao Jin-he still did not know Xiao Jin's identity.
As for the Bunker's origins-he still did not know what had happened.
Mr. Jin kept saying, "Ask me anything you want to know."
But after asking, he still knew nothing.
All he knew now was that Mr. Jin intended to go to his death, to blaze a trail... for the generations to come.
If he had questions, he should climb the towers...
What fine advice. And what utterly useless advice.
It was then that a possibility suddenly struck Wen Xishu, stirring a measure of dread in his heart-
What if Mr. Jin knew everything? What if I was simply being deceived, just like the Old Principal?
At first, Mr. Jin had deceived the Old Principal, telling him Xiao Jin was Gemini.
Mr. Jin had explained himself, but Wen Xishu found that explanation very strained.
He had seen Xiao Jin in many forms. Why insist on tricking the Old Principal into believing Xiao Jin was Gemini?
There were many other unanswered questions.
How did someone who had spent decades evading cause and effect suddenly see the light?
That was another thing Wen Xishu