Ronan had hung up decisively, but he had never actually said anything like, "I'm not going to read it." Actually, after hanging up, the very next thing he did was open the materials page Mora had sent over.
Hmm, she hadn't recalled it.
The interface that opened made Ronan frown.
Aside from being overly bare-bones (lou), with only a title and a bunch of messy charts filled in, the block layout and design-heavy arrangement also looked very familiar.
Especially the photograph at the top, which served as the finishing touch.
There was no doubt that it was Master Xiu, and at the prime of his life, in his healthiest years. The only odd thing was the lab coat he was wearing.
When the photo was taken, he had been speaking with other personnel. Yet perhaps because he was sensitive to cameras, he had turned his face halfway aside in the picture, his peripheral gaze sweeping over the lens, cold and sharp.
That was a common reaction among Ability Users.
Other than the person at the center of the image, there was no distinctive scenery in the photo whatsoever. Yet Ronan immediately decided that it had been taken in the Deep Blue World.
There was no reason for it. It was purely intuition.
Just as he was certain that the provider of these materials had to be the same person who had compiled the information on Master Xiu's fate that he had seen earlier that night—without question, it was Mora.
Leaving aside the almost completely recycled template, Ronan could also sense the deeply buried malice in all those headings and charts.
Besides the material related to Master Xiu, she had also listed suggestive headings in the guise of background information: the distribution of Deep Blue World laboratories, the effects of the