The script this time was permeated with strangeness at every turn. As things progressed to this stage, even Li Ang harbored doubts about the hidden truths behind it all.
Judging from the structure of the passage and the echoes I heard when I threw the Hex Screwdriver toward the ceiling, the ceiling must be at least 150mm thick. Logically speaking, the sound from upstairs shouldn't have traveled down so clearly, Li Ang murmured to himself. "Unless the floor is specially designed to conduct sound—and moreover, it's one-way sound transmission."
He muttered, "From their conversation, they seem to be a married couple with a daughter, probably living in a detached house in the suburbs. The man is a researcher, quite possibly an Alchemist, currently busy with some experiment, with no time to spend with his wife and daughter."
