'…Is this going too smoothly?'
This was an angle of questioning he had racked his brain to find, yet when Fu Tailan finally got the answer, he was filled with suspicion.
The hand holding the red pill was composed of 27 units of stirred matter.
The hand holding the blue pill was composed of 3,970 units of stirred matter.
On the surface, the answer seemed clear: the blue pill was in the hand the size of a soccer ball, which was to Fu Tailan's right.
But... the traps in the Nest were always a set of steel jaws within another. The moment you thought the clouds had parted was often the most deadly.
"My, you found a clever angle," the nurse giggled from behind the curtain. "But I'm a resident. Can a resident's body really be analyzed like that?"
Fu Tailan ignored it.
He had no more questions left to ask.
'The trap... what could it be?'
