Do You Agree?

During his call with He Yueyin, Octopus had walked farther and farther away. He had now reached the fire door midway down the corridor, half-hidden behind it. This left Ronan more or less alone again in the inpatient ward hallway.

The boy seemed unconcerned with Octopus's conversation. To him, the smooth wall before him appeared to hold a peculiar kind of amusement.

Octopus saw Ronan pointing and tracing circles on the wall, as though there were a complex blueprint there that needed to be identified and corrected.

Yes, exactly like that.

Ronan's fingertips were not moving at random. They tapped and traced within specific areas, seeming to follow certain rules. As the process continued, a smile appeared on his face, growing ever clearer and spreading steadily. It was the kind of open, heartfelt delight that made anyone who saw it want to smile along with him.

But whenever Octopus thought of the reality corresponding to it, a chilling cold seeped out from the deepest part of his bones, turning into a bleak, bitter wind that twisted his five viscera and six bowels into a knot.

"Fuck!"

Octopus slapped himself. He Yueyin naturally sensed the sudden change, and her voice became extremely serious. "Did you mention the coordinates?"

"I said the Horned Demon contacted the Auction House. Fuck, fuck, fuck!" For the moment, Octopus could do nothing except curse himself viciously.

"What state is he in right now?"

"..." Octopus opened his mouth, only to find that he could neither describe it nor wanted to. All he could do was activate Six Ears's Shared Perspective function and let He Yueyin see for herself.

The other end soon fell silent as well. After a long while, she finally said, "You're a doctor. Do you think you can give Mister Luo a psychological