"Hanbing Yun, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have pressured you, and you shouldn't have taken your own life, otherwise I wouldn't have been able to live with myself." Zhang Bin's tears fell.
"Master, this is not Hanbing Yun's body."
Tutu suddenly said shockingly.
"What? It's not Hanbing Yun's body? How did you figure that out?"
Zhang Bin jumped up and asked, delighted.
"I used virtual technology to reconstruct this body, take a look."
Tutu projected the image of a woman into Zhang Bin's mind, then brought up the image of Hanbing Yun for comparison.
Of course, the reconstructed woman's appearance was very blurry, but her height was shown. She was one centimeter shorter than the real Hanbing Yun.
Just this tiny difference.
The rest was almost the same.
"Good, good, good, Hanbing Yun, you truly live up to your reputation, not so easily dead. I'm very pleased."
Zhang Bin was overjoyed, admiring Hanbing Yun's meticulous mind with utmost respect.
