Fu Qian's words were like a pause button had been pressed.
Gaya's calm and collected expression almost instantly froze, like a mask still clinging to his face.
Even the piercing alarm sound had stopped, for whether he had used some special method to cancel it was unknown.
For a moment, the surroundings became extremely quiet.
It seemed Gaya didn't want the situation to intensify rapidly in the short term.
"Why are there four?"
Gaya finally spoke after staring silently at Fu Qian's face for a long time.
"1, 2, 3 —— 4."
Fu Qian pointed in three directions above his head one by one, finally resting his gaze on Gaya.
"So in your view, I am just like them?"
His meaning couldn't be clearer, and Gaya clearly got the point.
"I understand, theoretically, you are indeed different."
Fu Qian, with his bizarrely shaped body, actually sat down right in the seat next to him.