No.5 can always sense that faint spark of life igniting, like a candle flickering in the wind, struggling to exhaust its final breath.
He didn't really believe the other party's words at first.
But what New No.5 told him was mostly true, with just a touch of embellishment.
He himself could capture the corresponding things from the details.
The straw that broke the camel's back was when they placed his old files in front of him; he broke down.
As the old saying goes, a dying person's words are kind.
Every White Water Egg is different; even if they forget the past, the experiences have already been etched into their blood and bones.
For someone like him, who has lived a long time, wanting to die with clarity and knowing who he is, before leaving this world, is very normal.
Because New No.5 was the same, once entangled with a curse, later pretending for more than ten years.
That feeling, the control over psychology, is indeed the pinnacle among White Water Eggs.
