Reality was like a terrible movie trying too hard—sometimes, developments always went beyond expectations.
The reason Spirit Plagues like Dream Loss Syndrome had always been troublesome was that they could spread through the circulation of Spiritual Substance. And the nature of Spiritual Substance was always unpredictable.
Even with the strictest precautions, some lingering memory, thought, or obsession of the deceased might remain on something, fall into someone else's hands, and spread from there.
Whether it was banknotes, plastic bags, or old clothes...
But the protection of the Heavenly Overseer's Law was equivalent to a repulsive force field covering the entire city. Ordinary people could hardly perceive it, yet it was everywhere, constantly shifting on its own to deal with abnormalities. Even when it had not been formally activated, tiny traces of Spiritual Substance like a Spirit Plague would be thoroughly dispersed, unable to persist for long.
There simply was no basis for transmission.
From that perspective, there was nothing wrong with City Hall being as steady as a mountain.
This was the confidence Celestial Origin gave me!
Unfortunately, confidence rarely lasted, and Celestial Origin was rarely omnipotent. Beneath seemingly rigorous rules, there might be countless loopholes to exploit.
The first to suffer were the North Mountain District, where foreign immigrants and vast numbers of undocumented residents gathered in clusters.
When the first and second Dream Loss Syndrome patients were discovered, they could still be treated as isolated cases. But when hospitals found dozens, even hundreds, of Dream Loss Syndrome patients lining up to buy sleeping pills, the situation began to turn serious!
"Yes, it's here, Wen Jie."
The ever-reliable guide Tong Hua effortlessly locked onto the source of the infection.
A minivan screeched to a stop before a dilapidated office building, its entrance hung with a jumble of signs such