The barbecue gathering started quickly, with Lin Ye eating grilled meat while observing everyone's words and actions.

Information can be fabricated, but no matter how well-rehearsed it is, there will always be flaws in the details.

Lin Ye already had an answer in his heart, but he wanted to confirm it once more. After all, if he made a mistake, he might have to use the reality simulation.

Jiang Yu: What should I do? Everything I eat now tastes like innards.