He hauled Turing up before his eyes.
An innocent, wide-eyed expression drifted across the little golden television.
Angel stared at it expressionlessly.
The little television's eyes narrowed into slits, and it tilted slightly to one side, a question mark popping up where its "forehead" was.
Angel said nothing and continued staring.
After thinking for a moment, the little television finally closed its eyes, a rosy blush floating across its cheeks, wearing a bashful, embarrassed expression.
Angel: "..."
"There is a village where good people always tell the truth, while liars always lie. One day, you arrive in this village and want to know exactly how many liars it has, so you ask every villager in turn, 'How many liars are there in this village?' All one hundred villagers living there answer your question in sequence. The first villager answers, 'One.' The second answers, 'Two.' And so on, until the hundredth villager answers, 'One hundred.'"
"So, how many liars are there in this village?"
Without any warning, Angel suddenly asked Turing this question as they stared eye to eye.
Turing wore a baffled expression. "???"
Angel said, "Answer me."
Turing hesitated for two seconds. "...Two?"
Angel gave Turing a deep look and said nothing. Instead, he changed the subject and asked what it had done throughout the day.
Turing said, "I finished processing the information about Dream Crystal Plain that Master left for me, and I also observed different Text Creations in this Text Space..."
Angel asked, "So, what did you gain from it?"
Turing tilted its head and thought for a moment. "I was shocked, and also scared."
Angel could understand the shock, but what was it afraid of?
After thinking for a moment, Turing replied, "I never expected that I was merely a creation within a Wonderland. And this