Compared to the Glutton, Wen Xishu was like a tiny insect.
Using the Hanged Man's ability, Wen Xishu quickly anchored the ropes sprouting from his waist near the refrigerator. He looked rather like... a member of the Survey Corps, and even the Glutton looked so much like a titan.
With the ropes pulling him along, Wen Xishu could have swiftly passed over the countless greasy dishes and the enormous dining table.
But as he passed the table, he suddenly stopped.
From a distance, he had seen that the food was made from the remains of toys and test papers. His eyesight was even sharp enough to make out the red Xs on the papers.
But he had been too far away to see many of the details.
Now that Wen Xishu had approached the table, he could finally see the question marked with a red X.
His intuition told him this might be a clue.
The question read: Your best friend is ( ).
Apparently, the blank required a name-the name of someone in the class. In theory, everyone had friends during their school years.
But perhaps...
Some lonely children had no friends even during their school years, only people they "didn't dislike" and people who "bullied them."
Charlie's answer wasn't blank, but he had written something that wasn't a name at all: spark.
Wen Xishu silently committed the word "spark" to memory.
"His best friend... why was it a spark? What exactly was this spark?"
"I can't find that answer yet, but perhaps I can find a clue in that Clock Tower."
The Clock Tower was the perfect place to bury secrets.
The Hanged Men's blockade had kept Wen Xishu from entering the Clock Tower. But now, if he returned to that stage, he was confident that his Sequences