"The lock is...oozing tomato sauce?!"
Lin Yi yanked his hand back as if struck by lightning, and the power-drained napkin fluttered to the ground.
Before it even touched the floor, the tomato sauce spread into an extremely faint dark red mist, much like steam from a sauna.
At the same time, the tomato sauce hardened at a speed visible to the naked eye into white plaster-like fragments and, with a "crack!" shattered on the ground.
The spot on the napkin where the tomato sauce had touched disappeared.
The napkin looked as if it had a hole in it.
Lin Yi instinctively stepped back, his gaze fixed on the white powder near the keyhole.
"So you're saying...the tomato sauce flowed out of the lock, turned into white powder under the sun, and then... wafted out?"
"But where would the tomato sauce in a keyhole come from?"
He couldn't figure it out, not one bit.
This problem was beyond his scope; even if he could make assumptions, he had no idea where to start inferencing.