This was only the beginning. Su Ming reeled off a total of fourteen locations and had the Adjutant send people to retrieve the items.
These places were scattered across various Parallel Worlds, with some even in the Dark Multiverse. The spots where the photos had been hidden were even more bizarre, ranging from Batwoman's toilet to Luthor Corporation's secret vault, from roadside trash cans to icy comets in outer space.
It was as though these photos could turn up anywhere, and no one knew why they were there.
Once the fourteen photos were in hand, Su Ming held them like playing cards. He seemed to hear baboon-like screeches by his ear, yelling, "You think you can one-shot me with a dozen cards? One-shot me?! I'll eat my monitor on the spot!"
With a smile, he shook his head. All he could hear was the majestic holy hymn. He gathered the stack of photos, rubbed them lightly between his hands, and watched black smoke billow forth. They became a small notebook wrapped in leather, which he handed to Harley.
"Here. This is a diary condensed from the Doctor's memories. You're a psychologist, so see if you can find anything."
"I love reading other people's diaries. They're full of the dark side of human nature, way more interesting than medical records, because what normal person even keeps a diary?! Hahaha!" Harley took the little notebook and happily licked her lips, which gleamed from the cake cream. "So this is the answer. I'm suddenly a little excited."
Harley did not seem to care about the "magic" performed by Little Bee. She merely bit the tip of her tongue and eagerly opened the diary.
The beginning contained nothing substantial, recording a great deal of experimental data and ideas. What experiments had been conducted on