Li Zhiyuan opened his eyes and sat up in bed.
Back in the Body's home deep in his consciousness, he knew perfectly well he could never open that iron door to the basement.
The Body had gone out to release fish fry into the fish pond, but in that place, the word "go out" was itself just an abstract concept.
He could go out with one foot and come back with the other, or even have his left foot out while his right foot was still in.
But Li Zhiyuan had still taken the mismatched key and tried to unlock the door, not to obtain the truth, but to give the Body an equivalent warning.
The meaning was: out of my trust in myself, I believe you must be working on some other scheme.
But you should also, out of your trust in yourself, not naively think that scheme will succeed so easily.
Li Zhiyuan rubbed the bridge of his nose.
At special moments, he and the Body could cooperate back to back; neither would be stupid enough to give outsiders an opening.
