As He Ao activated Hyperthymesia, he had already memorized the structure of the entire house and every collectible within it. By comparing the layout of the house with the appearance of the collectibles, he could easily discover one shared trait:
There were no electrical appliances anywhere in this house. All the wires had been cut. Even battery-powered toys had their batteries removed. There was nothing electrical in the entire house—not even a tiny circuit board with a button battery.
Although the printer could operate, it was not plugged in at all. He Ao had opened the printer's cover to inspect its internal structure. It contained no ordinary ink cartridge, but something resembling a pen. The entire house was lit by kerosene lamps.
This proved that the house's "owner" either hated or feared electricity, so He Ao tested it with his phone battery.
He had not expected it to actually work.
At that moment, a powerful Mental Impact swept through He Ao's mind.
Why are you trying so hard?
You're so alone. This world does not welcome you.
Everyone fears you. They're afraid of you. They do not care whether you are good or bad—they only see you as a vicious criminal.
You should take revenge on them. You should send them all to hell. That woman just now was afraid of you too. Otherwise, why would she have abandoned you and run away? In the end, she only wanted to save herself.
At that moment, seductive whispers echoed in He Ao's mind.
He Ao stopped, opened his clothes, took out the silver test tube, pulled off the cork with his right hand, and began drinking the medicine.
Don't you feel even a little resentment?
Haven't you ever hated this world?
The enormous stone table slowly floated behind He Ao.