Su Ming's guess had been correct. The life form in the hospital—what concept she specifically represented remained uncertain for now—but the knowledge she possessed differed from that of the one in the library before.
Her attitude was different as well. The previous one had proactively given her name and seemed relatively friendlier; this one, meanwhile, kept a great distance.
Could it have something to do with their clothing? Did those in black robes like him more, while this one in white was less close?
Still, they had both provided information. Overall, they seemed more like a neutral faction, assuming they were on the same side.
Hmm, there was information in this one's words too. For instance, his storybook, "Deathstroke," and those so-called sixty-five questions.
Of course, it was still hard to tell whether that information was true or false. He would note it down for now, then analyze it once he had gathered everything.
"So, is there anything else you can tell me? Any information you think would be useful to me?"
These strange life forms all seemed capable of providing information, but they always stopped at a certain point. So Su Ming did not beat around the bush and directly asked how much she could tell him.
Get straight to the point. Keeping things simple would save him from having to extract the central idea from riddles, wouldn't it?
His words left the white-robed life form speechless. But perhaps because she lacked emotions, she showed no displeasure. After a brief silence, she said:
"Are you looking for Mystery? Or are you looking for CAAT? Just as I first asked you: what are you looking for?"
After saying that, she turned and left. Clearly, she had said all she intended to say. There was nothing more to discuss with Deathstroke,