As an incarnation of the Old Ones, Bao Bao definitely understood supernatural power better than Lu Ban did. Reading memories without hurting anyone should have been easy for her.
But for Bao Bao, it was less that she had deliberately killed this patient to rid the people of harm and bring everyone satisfaction, and more that she had not realized she had just killed someone at all.
You were happily walking down the street, eating hotpot and singing, when several ants suddenly blocked your way and waved their feelers at you. They seemed to be saying that you had just stepped on their companion. Did you plead guilty?
There was nothing wrong with Bao Bao, except that she was too carefree.
Perhaps she had not yet adapted to life in human society. Every so often, she would make some careless mistake.
After all, disguising herself as a human was exhausting. Without a certain amount of fun, it was difficult to keep these incarnations of the Old Ones going.
Now, in the courtyard of Arkham Asylum, the guards carrying guns seemed to have noticed the problem too. They looked over, and several of them had already started moving.
Bao Bao, realizing what she had done, quickly came up with an idea. But just as she raised her hand, Lu Ban suddenly stopped her.
"You're not about to kill all the witnesses, are you?"
"Is that not allowed?"
Bao Bao looked at Lu Ban with her innocent, wide eyes.
"Of course not. We still have to show them a movie."
Lu Ban answered as though it were obvious.
"Oh, right."
Bao Bao thought Lu Ban was absolutely right, and the movement of her hand changed again.
Then, the head of the "mentally ill" patient in front of them, which had blossomed open,