"Brain death?"
Black Cocoon leaned against the car door, softly murmuring, and turned his head with slight surprise.
"That's right." Ke Qirui nodded.
Black Cocoon squinted his eyes, silently staring at the gradually pale body of the red traffic light, thinking to himself: "The Mentor must have given the 'id' of the red traffic light an order, that once the red traffic light reveals his information, it will lead to brain death in a short time."
The brain nerves have already died, and soon the red traffic light will die from lack of oxygen. Even with a ventilator forcefully maintaining his vital signs, it would only allow this body, reduced to an empty shell, to barely survive for a little longer, which is meaningless.
Thinking of this, Black Cocoon said, "Considering Mr. Chess Player's kindness, let's give him relief, Miss Ke."
"You won't continue to ask?"
