Lin Sanjiu had never seen a team of posthumans whose appearance were so uniformly the same. She stretched her body into a thin long cord, trying to have a better look at them. She crept up the bookshelf like a crawling vine and slowly got closer to the west wing team that Silvan was confronting.
Even though Lin Sanjiu had almost regained her full human appearance, she still retained the special characteristics of her higher consciousness form. With a single thought, she could still float, fly and change her shape. In fact, this was how she boldly climbed up to the east wing. Many people had spotted her while she was heading upstairs, yet no one would even expect that the thing which resembled an electrical cord would actually be a person.
