Although Lin Yu had a rough idea of what Old Zheng looked like based on his bone structure and Old Zheng's own suggestions while molding "Schreiber's" face, he still gave him a quick once-over when his "physical body" was truly recreated.
Still, when his "physical body" was truly recreated, Lin Yu quickly looked him over.
"The vibe is even gloomier than I imagined. With those dark circles and that ghastly pale complexion, like it's been painted on... This guy is so talkative and has such a strong urge to pry into other people's affairs, so how did he end up looking like some shut-in who'd spend his vacation holed up in his room with the curtains drawn, never leaving the house?"
"Other than the white coat and gold-rimmed glasses, he doesn't look like a psychologist at all."
The reason Lin Yu could leisurely admire—and even mock—Old Zheng's appearance now...
Was naturally because Fluoxetine's attention had been completely drawn to Old Zheng.
"I'm really curious, Esteemed President. How did you manage to come back from the dead—was it that 'Director' over there who did it?"
Fluoxetine asked, full of curiosity.
Old Zheng responded promptly as well. "You still love asking questions, Fluoxetine... But I have nothing to say this time."
The two sounded like old friends catching up after being reunited—provided one ignored the chaotic background noise.
Behind Fluoxetine, more than a dozen guns poured out bullets, making it feel as though a single person had created a full-scale suppressive barrage.
Old Zheng awkwardly raised a "Mental Power shield" in the cramped space. The only thing he could be grateful for was that Lin Yu still had some conscience and had thrown the [Mind Manifestation Instrument] to him as well.
Thus, Old Zheng could at least use the [Mind Matter] stored