The dead had appeared in the Old Director's home, wearing a gentle smile as they looked at themselves.
An indescribable sense of strangeness welled up in their hearts.
If such a bizarre scene had appeared in an ordinary home, Lu Xin and the others, who were accustomed to strange incidents, would not have been particularly moved. Strange incidents caused by Mental Pollution emerged one after another, and this one could even be considered somewhat ordinary.
But this was the Old Director's home—the home of a researcher who stood at the very pinnacle of the mental realm.
How could someone like that have the dead appear in his home?
In particular, everyone present had their own methods of distinguishing falsehood from reality. Yet as they looked at the living people before them, they all felt an extreme sense of bewilderment, as if their brains were tingling faintly and reality had become confused. They actually felt that everything was incomparably real...
Every frown and smile, every detail, was vivid.
Everyone stood dumbly at the doorway. After a long while, no one spoke.
Especially Lu Xin. At that moment, he suddenly pressed his lips tightly together, spun around, and looked to either side.
He was searching for Sister...
Because he suddenly realized that the states of these three people seemed remarkably similar to Sister's...
"What are you all doing standing at the door?"
Just as everyone had fallen into an extreme daze, someone suddenly laughed from inside the room.
Countless gazes instantly focused in that direction.
A sense of reality that had drifted away returned to everyone.
The person wore dark-colored clothes. Though they were clearly meant for staying at home, they still looked somewhat stern and proper. What did not quite match his clothes and bearing was the apron tied