The snowflakes still drifted in seemingly random patterns, though they were anything but.
The room was as quiet as ever.
Jing Jiu left the room, stayed nearby, and waited calmly.
A moment later, the person shrouded in mist also left the room and followed him into the distance.
In the simulated view, the Hidden Web resembled an empty universe. Users could erect barriers at will, building a house in an instant.
If you liked, you could even build a palace here, but that palace would stand on grains of data, and a single gust of wind would bring it crashing down.
Jing Jiu pushed open a door in the void and gestured for the other person to follow him inside.
The person shrouded in mist was clearly somewhat dissatisfied with the square, boxlike house he had built. She shook her head and constructed a Ferris wheel nearby.
-This was a woman.
Jing Jiu reached this conclusion not simply because she liked Ferris wheels. After all, quite a few men liked Ferris wheels in the novels and films he had skimmed. The point was that, like White True Person, she also liked hiding her face in a cloud of mist.
Apart from himself, only women did that.
The moment he and the other person stepped inside, the Ferris wheel began turning, speeding up and slowing down as its algorithms automatically updated. Presumably, no one could eavesdrop on their conversation now. She clearly wanted to show off her technical prowess to Jing Jiu. Unfortunately, he clearly did not care.
"The person you wanted to investigate was called Chen Xin. He was once an interstellar soldier in the Alliance's Fourth Military District. Eleven years ago, he died fighting the Dark Matter Sea."
"Since you wanted to investigate him, that means he's still alive,