In the night sky, the Deception Puppet was hanging upside-down by a spider thread beneath an overpass, while Black Wukong stood on Somersault Cloud, level with it in the air.
The puppet pouted, "Aren't you even going to say hello to me? That's pretty cold."
Black Wukong remained silent for a long time, then took out a cellphone from the pocket of his metallic coat and began typing on the notepad before turning the screen towards the Deception Puppet.
"What are you up to now?"
"Nothing much," the puppet said, "just got a gambling itch, wanted to casually throw a die, but it seems I threw the wrong one."
Black Wukong continued to type, "That Dice Monster on the official site, was that you?"
"It was me."
"Why did you blow up the traffic lights, and also... summon ten naked men?" Black Wukong typed and asked.
"Uh, gambling itch?" the puppet scratched its cheek.
Black Wukong fell silent for a while, his fingers slowly typing under the metal wrist guard.
