Apart from that, no other information was known.
"Yes, it's exactly what you're thinking,"
The young man pulled out a pack of cigarettes from his chest, handed one to Chen Miao and the Hungry Monkeys, then lit one for himself and tossed it into his mouth, exhaling a long plume of smoke before he continued, "And the size of the actual hole can vary greatly."
"It might be a water pipe that has gone un-repaired for years and developed a leak."
"It could also be a small pit on a rooftop that was pummelled by hail."
"More likely, it's a gutter that's torn a hole."
"It could even be a man's asshole."
"There are just too many possibilities. How many holes are there on Blue Star? There're simply too many to count. Trying to find the real body of this huge hole from the countless infinite ones is like looking for a fantasy in a night talk."