The glasses on the small table were dark silver overall, with slender hollowed metal frames and smooth crystal lenses. They looked mysterious, intellectual, and classical. Once lit up, tiny silver lights converged into a stream of light, adding a captivating sense of technology.
At first, Vermouth had also hoped Jiang Xia would not be deceived.
But now, staring at those glasses, the more she looked, the more sinister Anonymous seemed. "..." This thing somehow felt perfectly suited to Uzo's tastes.
And thinking of Uzo's usual personality—anything that interested him, he would always poke at it for good measure...
"..."
The office in the Consciousness Space fell briefly silent.
In reality, at Jiang Xia's home.
Anonymous seemed to have only leisurely made time to observe Jiang Xia after finishing his conversation with the people in the Consciousness Space.
Noticing that Jiang Xia's schedule differed from the other three, music soon began to flow from the pair of glasses quietly glowing unnoticed on the small table in Jiang Xia's bedroom.
Jiang Xia's vigilance was indeed excellent. The instant the sound appeared, his eyes suddenly opened. His hand swept toward the pillow, grabbing two items—a collapsible baton and a Black Technology steel pen that could, more or less, be used as a gun.
However, before he could ready his weapons, Jiang Xia had already caught sight of the source of the disturbance.
His gaze fell on the glasses, which looked utterly harmless and very incapable of taking a beating. He sighed, seeming a little disappointed.
But that disappointment was quickly diluted by his interest in the glasses.
Jiang Xia sat up, tossed aside the collapsible baton, and casually twisted on the bedside lamp.
As the light came on, a black shadow swept through the room.
The Black Cat with White Paws leaped