In another room not far from the cell, Song Cheng instinctively held his breath, watching the images displayed on the screen and the various readings and layered analysis videos shown on several other monitors beside it.
Baili Qing sat next to him, calmly watching those images.
"Director, did you see it clearly just now?" Song Cheng slightly turned his head and glanced at Baili Qing, who had an expressionless face, "When that puppet made a move just now..."
"I saw it," Baili Qing said faintly, "a certain unknown property, a 'thread' of physical substance, that can act on both the physical and mental, but... it's different from the threads used by Alice's puppet in my impression."
Song Cheng nodded solemnly, his gaze returning to the monitoring screens in front of him.
