The painting continued, but Su Ming was still distracted by his thoughts as he worked.
He was considering a possibility: had Mouse foreseen this outcome long ago? Was that why he had kept bringing up painting on the way here, even mentioning composition techniques, such as how to convey a sense of spatial depth?
And when Black Mouse had been hoisted up and flown into the sky just now, he had only struggled a little, not very hard, as if he had halfheartedly gone along with it.
It felt a bit like going out to eat with a colleague in his previous life. After the meal, Su Ming and the other person would fight over the bill, both saying, "I'll pay, I'll pay," yet the other person's hand had no strength in it at all and could easily be shoved back into their pocket.
Black Mouse had been much the same just now. He had merely been playing dumb. Even after being hoisted up, he had still said things like how the celebration ceremony should wait a while.
Wasn't that revealing the outcome of the victory in advance?
At the time, Su Ming himself had not been sure whether the Kamikaze Plan of stuffing Mouse into The One Below All's mouth would work. Yet Mouse had already stated the ending, like a spoiler.
He knew it would work, and he also knew what changes would come next and how the aftermath should be handled.
But as always, the psychological techniques Deathstroke had mastered were for analyzing humans, not the microexpressions of a mouse. Besides, this Black Mouse was in a cartoon style. Other than a smile, there was nothing else on his face.
So what exactly was Mouse thinking now? Had he truly been drawn by Su Ming, or had