Lin Miao nodded and asked again,
"So should I thank you?"
"No need to thank me."
"Ah!"
Lin Miao slapped his forehead.
"I remember who you are now."
The familiar technique of carving flesh, the same intense aversion to prosthetics, and again in the Watson District.
Although you haven't resorted to cannibalism yet, you're probably not far off.
"Could you be... the bishop?"
"It seems Mr. Lin, your memory is quite impressive. What should I call you? Batman Bruce Wayne?"
"Playing a comic character from the last century, Mr. Lin, you really have a sense of humor."
"When it comes to humor, I'm still a bit behind you guys. It's 2076, and you're still dabbling in underground spooky stuff."
"Haha, it's just an excuse. No one believes those things. I don't, they don't, but everyone pretends they do, like opera actors on a stage, where everyone is both an audience member and an actor."
