On the surface, Russell sat quietly in the pizza shop, disguised as Alice, while Cui Que curled up and snoozed on Alice's lap.
In reality, however, Russell's mind was constantly projecting another image—the view from Cui Que's eyes, sharing everything she saw.
He experienced firsthand Cui Que's cyberized dexterity. It was like watching a hologram, observing how Cui Que occasionally slipped into the void of pure data and navigated skillfully through the network, controlling all the surrounding cameras.
Like a virtual hunter that only existed within the web.
The pure white Wolf Spirit roamed freely, following behind the somewhat crazed man, pursuing his trail wherever it led.
Alice, while distracted by the illusions in her mind, nodded and smiled gently and politely at the waiter who brought over the food.
With her gaze she indicated Cui Que and then with her hand to her lips, she made a "shh—" motion.
