The instrument display showed it was operating.
Everyone waited expectantly, each second feeling increasingly lengthy.
A minute passed.
Two minutes passed.
Three minutes arrived.
Everyone craned their necks, eagerly anticipating a shocking number to flash on the screen, but the result was—
Except for a line on the display, there was no other response, resembling an electrocardiogram that had stopped, trailing a long and uninterrupted line.
Everyone was dazed.
"What does the straight line mean?"
"Could it be that Lu Mian's IQ is too high, and the instrument needs more time to analyze?"
"This straight line makes me feel like the machine is dead..."
Lu Mian leisurely walked out of the instrument.
Dashiell was equally puzzled, as the testing instrument had never encountered such a situation. He rushed forward to conduct a simple check but found no issues.
He even forcefully tapped the main machine's position several times.
The screen still showed a dead line.
