Trying to conserve his strength as much as possible, Lin An asked in a low voice while there was still a little time left. As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Hao Chen gave a bitter laugh and replied between hurried breaths.
"No information!"
"We were chased by a ghost carrying a head. Andrew said that maybe someone could survive without a head."
"But the moment he opened the door, his head was twisted off."
"So I just fought my way out!"
After saying that, even Jiang Hao Chen found it absurd.
It was hard to imagine that when Shinichi Morita had them trapped in the operating room, Andrew's solution had been to assume that someone could survive without a head. Yet the moment he opened the door, his head was twisted off, and the blood spraying from his neck nearly covered Jiang Hao Chen.
As for whether Andrew had survived, the answer was obvious.
"Someone can survive without a head?"
Lin An was slightly taken aback, his brows drawing tightly together.
He had not expected the information Jiang Hao Chen's team encountered to be like this. However, unlike Jiang Hao Chen, who thought Andrew's death was absurd, Lin An instead felt that perhaps Andrew's judgment at the time had not been wrong. Maybe he had simply missed a step?
A ghost carrying a head, one that could be seen.
A ghost that could survive without a head.
A ghost that could not see people, a ghost with its head turned away from them, a ghost that could "see."
The clues were broken and chaotic.
Yet for some reason, Lin An felt that the information was like a huge net, piecing itself together in his mind.
*(Could cognition determine everything? Once the information is combined, would whatever one believed become