Not to mention the differences between Little Dai and Harley's worldviews—they had grown up in different social environments, so their ways of thinking were naturally worlds apart. But Diana was, after all, an Amazon. She could accept the matter of dead people, so she said nothing more and merely looked at Deathstroke with her big eyes, waiting to see what he planned to do next.
Su Ming thought for a moment, then led the three women to the neighboring house. Without the slightest hesitation, he pried open the door and walked in as though he were returning to his own home.
There were three people in this household. He deliberately went to check the master bedroom, only to see the husband and wife lying on the bed beneath the dim moonlight, smiling broadly with their eyes wide open as they played with their personal terminals.
They showed no reaction whatsoever to strangers entering their home.
"This Earth's timeline is way too strange." Kara shook her head. She even reached out and poked the woman on the bed several times, yet the woman did not react at all. "It feels like their minds have gone surfing on the Internet, while their bodies are being managed by something else."
"Ah, you're right." Su Ming narrowed his single eye and stuffed a box of Chocolate Frogs into Supergirl's hands as a reward, letting her use them as bar snacks. "That's a very fitting description. Their bodies are being managed, huh?"
"We're back. The child in this household is the same." Harley and Little Dai emerged from the children's room. The family's teenage child was likewise lying in bed with a broad smile, playing with a terminal. "These people have lost their souls. Forget cooking—I think even eating is a problem for them."
"Very