Due to his highly concentrated spirit, it wasn't long before his face turned pale, and his forehead was covered with dense beads of sweat.
Ultimately, when his focus returned to the conjecture that Waldo had killed Alfred and the three-eyed natives, he couldn't help but shiver uncontrollably, feeling ice-cold in his hands and feet...
"Could it be that Waldo really killed Alfred, including those two three-eyed natives? And Waldo, has he achieved a perfectly transformed immortal body?"
The trialist breathed rapidly, his pupils filled with bloodshot, he took a deep breath, and muttered to himself.
"There's only this one possibility, all other conjectures can't explain it, they are full of contradictions, only this possibility... Waldo perfectly transformed into an immortal body!"
He took a deep breath.
He released his conjecture.
At the same time, he was taken aback.
