Yu Sheng felt a chill in his heart at what Malin said about the “terrifying darkness.” Instinctively, he looked up toward the door at the far end of the second-floor corridor.
He wasn’t sure how this living doll before him perceived and judged the “unknown elements” inside Ailin’s body, but one thing was clear: this genuine Alice Doll understood Ailin’s situation better than most people—professional matters were best handled by professionals.
Now, a long-standing issue had finally been addressed.
The good news was that Ailin truly was an “Alice Doll.” Her sisters, her memories, and her “hometown” all really did exist.
The bad news… wasn’t so simple.
By now, Yu Sheng was almost certain that the “terrifying darkness” inside her came from that mysterious “Omen Goddess,” whose origins were unknown.
“Is there any record of the name ‘Omen Goddess’ in the Alice House archives?” he asked, raising his head and breaking the silence with a serious tone.
Malin immediately reacted: “…So that’s the source of the ‘darkness’?”
Yu Sheng gently nodded.
For a moment, Malin said nothing; her eyes suddenly grew vacant.
She stood motionless in place as a barely perceptible humming sound came from within her.
After a while, she “awoke,” frowned slightly, and shook her head: “There are no records of that in the matrix network.”