This guy was far more useless than he had imagined.
He had thought a being who had survived from the distant ancient era until now would surely know many ancient secrets.
But now it seemed that what he knew, and what Ye Qiyan wanted to know, probably still concerned the Train Conductor.
In that case, Ye Qiyan revised his questions in his mind.
"Next, the fourth question."
Thousand-Path Turing waited for his question.
"You designed the plan to seal Shaya back then, didn't you?"
"...Yes."
So it really had been him.
The current Think Tank was the ultimate stripped-down version left after the Homecomers disbanded.
But sixteen, nearly seventeen Wasteland Years ago, they had still been the complete version made up of all kinds of powerful Train Conductors.
That was precisely why the Homecomers back then had managed to seal Shaya in a Low-Level Platform that even Zhuxing Tu could not enter.
Thousand-Path Turing had been the head of that former Think Tank.
"Do you want revenge for her, Ye Qiyan? I know you value your companions. At least in the records I know of, there isn't a single trace of any companion around you truly dying.
"Even when those people in the City of a Thousand Stars searched the records in the Akashic Pages, aside from some unconscious machines and some members of the Swarm who already shared a consciousness...
"No one around you died.
"A demon, yet you value those around you so much.
"Oh, I see. So that's where your greed lies."
Thousand-Path Turing truly deserved to be a being who had intrigued the Golden Race enough for them to slice him up for study, and even more so, the former head of the Think Tank.
In just a few words, while Ye Qiyan was questioning him,