After switching to a new body and undergoing a growth, Black Silk's mental drawings have noticeably improved.
The sketches are still simple... but at least they're in color now!
"Looks like you've finally managed to afford colored pencils..." Ling Mo remarked.
Black Silk snorted, ignoring Ling Mo's taunt, and introduced, "This is the route we've taken so far... including the streets and inside this hotel. Master, take a look, do you notice anything wrong?"
"Hmm..." Ling Mo looked at the other side of the drawing... which was a map of the small town Black Silk drew from memory, the one they actually saw upon arriving here. With a zombie's memory... as long as they wanted to, they could recall even the tiniest details without error. Simply put, like a 24-hour surveillance machine, constantly recording, leaving out nothing. But most of it, they intentionally or unintentionally put behind them.
