The clowns present had the same thought. They all turned toward Wang Weijin, their expressions more colorful than the last.
Cheng Shi was stunned for quite a while before introducing him to everyone:
"Doctor Wang Weijin, an assassin who sought truth all the way down the road of deception. You guessed correctly—he was a slice of 0221, though that's in the past now.
"I assume I don't need to introduce these people to you, Doctor."
The doctor nodded and gave the clowns a friendly wave. With a smile, he said, "I transcribed five copies of the experimental conclusions in total..."
"A pleasure to meet you."
"I've heard a lot about you."
"So you're that smuggler. Interesting."
"..."
So this is what social graces look like!
Who said scholars only knew how to study? Just look at the doctor. He had nearly touched Truth in the field of interpersonal relations, too.
Speaking of which, after fusing with Deception, this stiff scholar had finally become somewhat more human.
Hopefully, he could bring out more of that human warmth along with those experimental conclusions.
After a brief bout of confusion, the clowns did not dwell too much on the appearance of this freeloading doctor. After all, interactions between deceivers were still mainly about deception. If someone was capable of deceiving others, that only made everyone look up to him.
Besides, before My Nightmare, Your Dream, everyone's attention had remained focused on the nightmare shadow beneath the mirror.
As Wang Weijin's reflection, the eerily smiling nightmare shadow before them naturally reminded everyone of 0221. They might never have seen what 0221 looked like before mutating, but his gaze and bearing were far too similar—almost identical to that madman obsessed with Truth.
Li Jingming studied the doctor from the side, then looked at the reflection