Albert was the kind of man who could endure even the deepest grief.
Old Jin's death filled him with guilt, but all he could do was accept it and inform the others.
Wen Xishu said:
"There are some clues that might... might have something to do with Xiao Jin, but no one knows where Xiao Jin has gone."
Albert was still somewhat surprised to hear Xiao Jin's name.
Old Jin's death made him feel that he should treat the Five Elders, those former followers of Old Jin, a little better.
Without Old Jin, he really was the only one left who could stand as the Bunker's true leader.
He had to guide these old fellows on the Ladder Ranking who had cleared the Ninetieth Floor and help them fulfill their potential.
Of course, he also had to give them hope, just as Old Jin had.
And it was not just the former followers. Naturally, Xiao Jin needed looking after too.
But now, if Xiao Jin was the killer, he would have to swallow his anguish and restrain Xiao Jin.
"Are you certain?" Albert asked.
Wen Xishu shook his head:
"No. I'm only saying Xiao Jin fits, but the truth might be very different from what I've inferred."
"I know Xiao Jin has an ability that lets him transform into other people. Mr. Jin mentioned it to me."
"His transformations can even... imitate Constellations."
"Naturally, that ability is weakened in the Bunker. But he can still imitate people at the elders' level."
"When Mr. Jin was around, Xiao Jin seemed fairly stable. He also struck us as very kind."
"But perhaps he lost control after Mr. Jin was gone."
"Still, I have no evidence. Like I said, it could be someone else."
Albert nodded:
"How are your injuries?"
Wen Xishu touched