There was a fifty percent chance he was a puppet, a thirty percent chance he was a doll, and a nineteen percent chance he had lost his mind. There was only a one percent chance he was a normal person.
Youming's statistics were thoroughly scientific. No probability could ever be zero percent-even the possibility that Chu Sheng was an Anomaly existed.
In other words, the one playing the role of her father was no longer human.
"Interesting." A smile curled at Chu Sheng's lips, and he couldn't help speaking.
"Not only does she look almost exactly like her, she even shares some of her little mannerisms."
"Master, should I notify the captain and the others?" Youming asked for instructions.
"Have the captain and the others come over." Chu Sheng waved a hand. "All of them."
As he spoke, Chu Sheng kept his gaze fixed on Xiao Ling, particularly her face.
That face was etched deep in his memory.
His neighbor had looked just like that. Even now, he hadn't forgotten her. He had always kept her in his heart, the only moonlight within it.
Gentle and noble.
She hadn't been particularly beautiful, but her looks never grew tiresome.
If this girl named Xiao Ling had only borne a slight resemblance to her, he would have offered her some protection. But if she looked almost exactly like her, then she had given him a reason to kill her.
Especially now that Youming's observations had revealed that she shared some of her little mannerisms, too.
A resemblance could be a coincidence. But when coincidence piled on coincidence, it was no longer a coincidence.
Before long, Captain Hui and the others arrived inside the Netherworld Light.
The bedroom was large enough for everyone to sit cross-legged on the floor.
It wasn't Captain Hui