"'Time of death' was four in the morning?"
Lin Yu was extremely surprised to hear Zuo Xi's words.
Although the metaphors and revelations "Writers" obtained from their abilities were sometimes not very obvious, Lin Yu believed that Zuo Xi, as the strongest "Writer," could not have too great a misunderstanding of her own ability.
So, if Zuo Xi said they had died at four in the morning... then it was most likely true.
But if he chose to believe Zuo Xi, that meant...
His previous "perception" had been wrong.
When Lin Yu saw Iced Americano and the others, he had not noticed that they had already "died."
Their minds and souls were still vividly present in their bodies, and neither their thoughts nor their actions resembled those of dead people.
If they had already been dead at the time and were merely puppets controlled by some [Item], how could they have seemed so alive?
Lin Yu looked at Zuo Xi. After thinking for a moment, he asked, "Although I believe you're right, how... When I saw them at seven, I didn't notice anything at all. What method did the other party use to accomplish that?"
"And it wasn't just me... Dionysus and Good Night were with me when I saw them. Neither of them noticed anything unusual, either."
"Do you have any more specific clues?"
Lin Yu chose to press Zuo Xi, the provider of the clue, for more information.
Zuo Xi looked at Lin Yu and shook her head. "There are no more clues. The only noteworthy information I have is the time of death."
"Come to think of it, you're really strange. You attacked me without hesitation just now, and even after recognizing my identity, you showed hostility toward me. Yet now you're directly asking me for information."