The nightingale reminded.
"Miss Nightingale, are you referring to the backdoor left by the Artificial Body company?"
"That's right. You actually know?"
The nightingale was slightly surprised.
"With something this major, of course, you have to do some homework. I contacted a former patient of mine; he's part of the Artificial Body circle."
Doctor Nile revealed some information.
"What's his name?"
"Faraday."
Doctor Nile hesitated for a moment but told her anyway.
"Oh, it's him."
The nightingale showed a trace of a contemptuous smile.
"You know him?"
"A middleman and reseller, more famous for his stupidity than his business acumen. He once had a very capable team, but he drove them to the brink. The funniest part is that he even let them escape alive."
"If it weren't for the company backing him, he'd already be a pile of scrap metal by now."
The nightingale said.
"Company? Didn't he say the company's products have backdoors?"
Doctor Nile asked, puzzled.
