"Can these things meet your requirements?"
"Hiss—"
The experiment director gasped, seeing quite a lot of familiar data.
The Nightingale Project he currently leads may very well be the successor of Little Beidou.
"Yes!"
He nodded excitedly and said,
"And far more than that, if we can get all the experimental data, it might not only enhance the control of the Black Wall, but also allow further analysis, possibly creating a stable Black Wall passage."
Their conversation couldn't pass through the thick soundproof glass, nor could light shine on Song Zhaomei; she couldn't see Miles beyond the wall.
However, at this moment, the camera above Miles' head turned toward the two discussing, moving so slowly it didn't draw anyone's attention.
Sitting in the hacker chair, Song Zhaomei felt the chill of the air conditioning on her skin but knew it was just an illusion.
Her fully cybernetic body had long lost any physical sense of touch.
