With Lin Yu's reminder, Old Zheng belatedly realized it as well.
It seemed that the current "Psychology Society" really did share some resemblance with the actions and style of his patient back then.
"So, after I died..." Fluorvosamine really might have passed her beliefs on."
Old Zheng's thoughts raced. If he still had a brain, the lights in the folds of his cerebral cortex would probably already be flashing nonstop. "But that makes it even stranger. If her ideas and beliefs influenced so many people, why did her name vanish without a trace from the "Psychology Society" instead?"
Lin Yu said quietly, "Then perhaps we can truly confirm the answer through my impersonating her, can't we?"
Old Zheng still had his doubts. "What if she's already dead?"
"Wouldn't that be perfect?" Lin Yu looked at Old Zheng in confusion. "Then all I need to do is invent a lie about having a 'lifesaving trump card,' and I can keep using her identity. It would be very difficult to expose me."
He had originally planned that if Schreiber's identity proved unworkable, he would try impersonating Bandura, Fluoxetine, or Potassium Chloride to approach the Psychology Society's stronghold.
After all, Order, the Night Watcher, the Marauders, and the Psychology Society had all come to join the Player Mutual Aid Society's festivities. They had simply invested to different degrees.
Lin Yu did not believe the Psychology Society would stay out of it.
Now that he had Fluvoxamine's identity... although the risk was certainly greater than impersonating Fluoxetine, since Fluoxetine seemed capable of covering for him.
But the risk of this choice was most likely lower than impersonating Bandura—and he might even gain something unexpected.
Old Zheng heard Lin Yu's words and understood his thoughts. "You're right... Boss."
He also remembered that his boss was