The paper was slightly yellowed with frayed edges. Drawn on it was, shockingly, an image of Shen Feng himself!
He was depicted wearing a mask and a white lab coat. His face, altered by the conforming Nanomechanical Cluster, was now extremely broad with a square jaw, transforming his once-oval face into a square one.
Only his eyes were visible, deep and cold.
After finding portraits of himself several times before, Shen Feng was hardly surprised anymore.
But the mystery surrounding them had never lessened.
Previously, in an effort to understand how the Purification Society kept finding him, Shen Feng had even gouged out Faulkner's eyeball for study.
In the end, it had yielded nothing.
The idea that a person's eyes retain the last image they saw before death was, in itself, utter nonsense.
The retina doesn't store information; it's like a camera's sensor, responsible only for transmitting data. The brain is what stores the images.
