Chu Bamboo frowned in thought, sitting cross-legged on the bed Nuwa had constructed.
'This time, the diary still only lasts until I finished writing! Why aren't the later entries I had Lin Xia write for me here? Hmm, maybe Lin Xia still died, and she must have given the photos to someone else to upload to the database!'
After a moment's thought, Chu Bamboo asked about Lin Xia's date of death.
'...She died a day after me? And this cause of death,' Chu Bamboo stared thoughtfully at the silvery-white wall, 'assassinated by a drone bullet... That makes sense! In the future, Lin Xia was bound to be a top executive at both Z Company and C Company. She was also close with me and Zhao Shao, so of course, she'd be a target for retaliation...'
'No, there were probably many more deaths than that! For all I know, a whole bunch of executives from both companies were all killed too.'
"Nuwa No. 17, look up Hu Ruochu's date of death as well."
