"Having gone to such great lengths to create a cage like this, if they had to personally intervene over something like this, that would be rather beneath their dignity." Alex said, "I still lean toward the idea that there is a sweeper arranged by the creator within this cage, someone who eliminates everyone who discovers the secret."
"Of course, my speculation could also be wrong. After all, I am no god, nor can I predict the will of heaven."
Angel smiled. "I think you understand the creator's heart quite well. So, are you planning to start looking for the real murderer now?"
"I have considered it, but I haven't decided whether to put it into action. After all, everyone who came close to the truth died. If I investigate more deeply, I may die as well... The only exception is you." As Alex spoke, he gazed deeply at Angel. Originally, he had not cared at all about Angel's origins, but because of this matter, he now wanted to know Angel's identity.
"I'm merely a passerby who happened to stumble in." Angel shrugged.
"Then will you help me?" Alex's question sounded like a casual, calm inquiry, but his gaze was fixed tightly on Angel, trying to discern from Angel's answer which side he stood on.
Could Angel be deceiving him? Or was Angel on the same side as the master of the cage—or perhaps even the master of the cage himself?
Angel said, "If what you intend to do involves finding this place's exact location, I can help you."
Of course, Angel's help was contingent upon him still being here. If some force beyond his control made him leave early, then there would be nothing he could do.
Alex watched Angel silently for several seconds before lightly nodding. "Thank you."
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