"Are you the real Su Ming'an?"
Lu, who had entered through the small door, was very cautious. After all, someone among them had been replaced.
"Of course, are you Lu himself?" Su Ming'an said.
Lu raised the red candle in his hand, lighting up Su Ming'an's face.
"I certainly am. But I've been thinking, would the mole who replaced us have access to our memories?" Lu said.
"Hard to say," Su Ming'an said.
"...Then, we need to consider issues relating to the 'World Game' mechanics," Lu said. "I believe—the World Game cannot read our memories."
Ming'an's mind stirred discreetly as he replied, "Why do you say that?"
"From the perspective of game mechanics," Lu said. "If the World Game could read our memories, then the mole would possess exactly the same way of thinking, emotions, memories, ability... We would be completely unable to distinguish whether they are the original players or not."
"Your judgment seems somewhat one-sided," Su Ming'an said.
