The sound was brief, gone in a flash.
It was so faint one might have suspected auditory hallucinations, yet that tiny thread of crying seemed etched into his eardrums, echoing without end.
"..."
Ji Jue fell silent, staring at the corpse of the test subject and the direction above its head where all the Spiritual Substance had vanished—the vortex that had returned to formlessness.
Things had come to this. No matter how unwilling he was to believe it, he had to admit that an invisible child was floating there, crying soundlessly.
"Are the Spiritual Substance analysis and comparison results out?"
[My apologies, sir.]
Isis's response left Ji Jue stunned. [We did not detect or capture any dispersed Spiritual Substance related to the target. Analysis and comparison cannot be conducted.]
If you wanted a blood test report, you first had to draw blood... It sounded like nonsense, yet at this moment, it made Ji Jue's skin crawl.
The equipment he carried might not have been the finest in the Present World, but it was certainly among the best that money and access privileges could buy. The workshop also housed a Six-Phase Micro Spiritual Substance Analyzer that Ji Jue had placed an order for from the Harmony Workshop. Its full price had run into several billion, and Lou Feng had obtained it through barter and technical exchange.
Smelling wolf scent from eight hundred miles away might have been an exaggeration, but with so many guns and cannons aimed at it for intensive, beyond-spec sampling, they had failed to capture even a trace of the target's Spiritual Substance?
Wasn't that a little too absurd?
Either the target possessed no Spiritual Substance whatsoever, or its Spiritual Substance was so deeply contained that not a wisp leaked out. Yet either possibility was far too evil.