It was midnight.
Luo Di was almost fully undressed, wearing only shark-patterned shorts purchased in Mingwang City.
He sat on a round stool with all four corners bent into question marks.
Mr. Question Mark hadn't taken his clothes off, maintaining the same posture while crouching before Luo Di, extending his finger to lightly touch the surface of Luo Di's body.
It wasn't a touch,
It wasn't a strike,
Nor was it some strange play.
The part touched by the fingertips would immediately develop a hole.
Mr. Question Mark would then lean forward and press his eyes against the hole to peer inside.
If he doesn't find what he's searching for, he would continue making holes, repeating the same behavior.
The purpose is singular,
To explore the inner essence of Luo Di, to find the "source" of the anomaly noise... But even as the holes covered him from head to toe, the anomaly was not found.
Ultimately, a conclusion was drawn.
