The moment the words "umbilical cord" left his mouth, Yu Sheng noticed that Little Red Riding Hood's expression had visibly turned strange.
Right after that, she slightly furrowed her brow. "I feel like... this isn't the first time I've heard that term."
"It was when I went to the Special Operations Bureau to look up the records of that 'Adult' operation from seventy years ago." Yu Sheng nodded lightly, his expression unusually solemn. "After I came back, I mentioned it to you. The records stated that one of the deep divers who returned to the real world had kept repeating the words 'a baby's crying' and 'umbilical cord' before he died."
Little Red Riding Hood drew in a soft breath.
Yu Sheng couldn't help looking once more at the "umbilical cord" in the box.
Why did Old Zheng have this thing? What exactly was this so-called "umbilical cord"? Whose umbilical cord was it? What connection did it have with the "fairy tale"?
The answer seemed to be faintly emerging. Yu Sheng's brows drew tightly together as he tried to piece those vague, scattered clues and thoughts into a complete loop. After thinking for a while, he hesitantly spoke: "If this 'umbilical cord' really is related to the Dark Angel trapped in the 'fairy tale'..."
Little Red Riding Hood unconsciously inhaled again. "That's a little terrifying."
She paused, then continued uncertainly: "The key is... Old Zheng was just an 'ordinary person' who studied and collected anomalous objects. At most, he knew a few little tricks for protecting himself before supernatural forces. Something on the level of an 'angel's umbilical cord' would be explosive even in the Special Operations Bureau. How did it end up in his hands?"
Yu Sheng said nothing for a moment, but his mind couldn't help recalling the