"Mourner..." Boss squinted her eyes, as if she was lost in some kind of memory.
Her gaze flickered intermittently, as if she thought of something: "Mourner... is a collective term for certain groups, similar to 'Sports Student' or 'Art Student'. How could a mysterious entity call itself 'Mourner'?"
"A collective term? But, it seems that's reasonable..." Lin Yi mused, recalling that admonition.
Boss continued, "That kind of thing shouldn't be a 'Mourner'. Theoretically, a 'Mourner' should be more like something sculpted..."
"Could it be that it sculpted itself into a crystal skeleton?" Lin Yi asked.
"Hard to say." Boss responded, "What exactly transpired between you and it?"
Lin Yi proceeded to recount his conversation with the 'Mourner'.
At the end, Boss's expression suddenly turned peculiar.
"What's the matter, Boss?" Lin Yi rarely saw such an expression on her face.
