The room fell silent. After Zhang Weiyu's initial confusion and despair, only his lost, helpless, and stifled sobs could be heard.
Everyone else exchanged bewildered looks. Their supposedly clever minds were now crammed full of one incomprehensible concept after another.
Hearing it so suddenly, they could hardly accept it. Love could be stolen?
Could the image in one's memories be changed too?
Could a single sticky note make a pure and kind girl hate the person she had once loved most?
And fall in love with the person she had originally hated and feared most... a pervert?
"Do you understand now?"
Noticing the conflict and distress around him, Lu Xin looked at them calmly and explained softly:
"This is mental pollution."
"It may not be what you imagined. It isn't a ghost or a monster. It's simply a kind of pollution..."
"They aren't as kind as ghosts, who only want to frighten or kill you."
"Most mental pollution doesn't want to kill you. Instead, it wants you to live well."
"It simply changes the way you live, taking away your choice to live."
"..."
Lu Xin's words made several people, including Vice President Xiao, shudder involuntarily.
The police officer who had just taken off his bulletproof vest subconsciously reached for it again. Halfway there, however, he stopped. He had already come to the sorrowful realization that if he really encountered something like this, a bulletproof vest would indeed be useless.
Originally, Vice President Xiao and the others had followed Lu Xin to investigate these matters partly because they wanted something novel.
If they had suddenly seen a ferocious ghost with a green face and fangs, they might have been afraid.
But afterward, what they would savor more would be the thrill—and the material for bragging.
Yet after experiencing