Chapter 93 A Conversation

In a pitch-black office, dozens of huge electronic screens were stacked together, forming an immensely wide wall. Each screen was divided into many smaller panels, these panels crowded together tightly, broadcasting simultaneously, constantly alternating, switching, appearing, and disappearing. They created a scene of such chaos that it verged on dizziness.

And at this moment, there was only one person watching these panels.

A woman.

She leaned back in the sofa in a comfortable posture as usual, with a book open and face-down next to her.

This book she always carried with her, for many years, as if she could never quite finish it.

Usually, she would flip through a few pages whenever she had a chance, because just watching these recorded screens of abnormal items could be boring.

But today, she found it a bit hard to continue reading.

Because she was contemplating something.