Hearing this, Bobo suddenly understood. He was just about to say something.
"Duang!"
A small Frying Pan appeared in Deathstroke's hand, probably the kind used to fry eggs, and he knocked Bobo unconscious with one clean, decisive blow.
Amid a burst of strange laughter, the basement door swung open, as if invisible hands were opening it for the man. Everyone could only watch as Deathstroke carried the limp chimp step by step into the darkness.
With a rumble, the door closed, cutting off everyone's view.
"No wonder. Now it all makes sense." The Adjutant suddenly understood, and her projection even made a little fist-pounding-into-palm gesture. "I was wondering why the Sheriff had me adjust the formula at the last minute. Now I get it."
As she said this, the Adjutant felt a little emotional. The Sheriff really was good to Bobo, even considering this aspect.
Bobo might have looked like he was struggling just now, but nobody—nobody could defy The Law of 'It Smells So Good'. Once the modification was complete, Bobo would understand that deeply.
"Meow, Detective Chimp really did follow the right person." Kitty stretched atop the bar counter, then paced back and forth with her tail raised, looking up at the ceiling. "Next will be your boss, Eyes. If you don't go tattle now, it might be too late."
The bar's ceiling was still the same old weathered wooden planks, marked with smoke stains. No one knew whether the culprit was years of cigarette smoke, or the smoke from those humans burned to death here last time.
Kitty's gaze seemed to pierce through this space. The one she was speaking to was not something that existed in the Main Dimension, but as her words fell, everyone felt as though their bodies had become lighter, as if something