You Wouldn't Happen to Be His Dog, Would You, 0221?

The tentacles woven into a cage all suddenly froze, then let out another eerie laugh.

"Heh heh heh—smart. As expected of you.

Of course, you can come in too. After all, he is me, and I am him.

We are both believers in Truth. In essence, there is no difference between us."

"There's a huge difference." Cheng Shi snorted, pursed his lips disdainfully, and said, "I get it. So you already know.

I'm guessing this invitation wasn't sent by you, but by him, right?

What, has Zainjil already sensed that his finger is on me?"

The moment Cheng Shi finished speaking, Doctor Assassin's expression changed dramatically. His whole body jolted as he stared at Cheng Shi in disbelief and exclaimed:

"You... What did you say? Who?

Zainjil!?

He's... here?" At that moment, even Wang Mou's consistently solemn tone became somewhat distorted.

"Heh heh heh—I like dealing with smart people.

But I don't like smart people who are smarter than me.

Still, he's very interested in you, so you have that qualification."

As 0221's voice gradually became clearer, the tentacles woven into a cage slowly spread apart, then reconnected and interlaced before the two of them, transforming into a staircase leading to the passage inside the building.

Cheng Shi glanced at the slimy, writhing, wet steps, and his eyelids twitched violently.

The smart person you're talking about isn't me, is it?

Come on, don't flatter me to death. This clown has plenty of self-awareness. I have a little cleverness, and a little quick wit, but if we're talking about wisdom like that of Truth or Folly...

Sorry, I'm a poor student. My brain isn't that sharp.

Cheng Shi gave a self-deprecating laugh. He did not step forward, but casually asked another question instead: "Then do you like Wei Mu?"

This was