Outside the window, the night shrouded all of Qingliu City like thick ink. The city's outlines blurred in the darkness, while twinkling lights and advertising screens lent the still night a touch of bustle and dreamlike splendor.
The atmosphere in the Rest Room was somewhat heavy, with dim yellow light falling over the soft sofas.
Su Bai sat before the floor-to-ceiling window, gazing intently at the city outside. To him, Qingliu City's nightscape was no ordinary beautiful view, but a place harboring many secrets and dangers. As he tilted his head slightly, a thoughtful expression crossed his face, as though he were recalling something-or working something out.
"There was only one mutant at first, or perhaps two. In any case, there weren't many." He finally broke the silence, his voice utterly calm, as though every word carried the weight of careful thought. "In other words, there wasn't much of the 'Poison Grass' that could cause people to mutate, and it was hidden extremely well. Not just anyone could find it."
Qin Ge sat on a sofa nearby. He looked relaxed, but inwardly he had yet to settle down. His gaze flicked toward Su Bai from time to time, an indescribably complicated expression in his eyes. His hands rested lightly on his knees, his fingers unconsciously tightening, betraying a little tension and unease. Though Su Bai's analysis was reasonable, these conjectures went so far beyond anything he had imagined that he found them difficult to accept completely.
Su Bai turned to Qin Ge and said with certainty, "If 'Poison Grass' is that scarce, then its existence must be exceedingly rare. Otherwise, with your resources and those of the authorities, you should have discovered something long ago. How could you still have no leads whatsoever?"
Qin Ge did not answer immediately. His