How could there be such a coincidence?
On a randomly chosen flight, he encounters another of Right Hand's kind? Did he just get extremely lucky, or was his luck exceptionally bad?
Suppressing his shock, Chen Yang quickly typed, "Could it be an illusion?"
"..."
The words were clearly typed onto the document on the screen, but this time Chen Yang waited for quite a while without hearing Right Hand's voice resonate in his ear.
"What's wrong, Officer Ross?"
Lowering his voice, Chen Yang's lips moved as he quietly asked.
Yet Right Hand still gave no response, as if it had once again fallen asleep.
Such a situation was unprecedented. Chen Yang was momentarily stunned. Bowing his head and meditating, he suddenly recalled what Right Hand had said before.
Could it be that, to prevent the leakage of its pheromones and being discovered by its kind, it had fallen into sleep?
