How strange and unpredictable!
Looking at the exquisitely crafted ID badge at his feet, Fu Qian shook his head in silence.
One moment she was a sharp, capable policewoman; the next, she had become his coworker.
The level of abnormality here was probably even worse than she'd said!
Setting aside the far-fetched guess that she was moonlighting, that scene just now seemed to suggest one possibility: Kelly was no fundamentally different from the others.
And the safe zone she'd mentioned might not exist at all.
Even her identity as a police officer might have been something she'd imagined.
According to what she'd just said, after the virus leaked, the infected had their perceptions twisted and lost the ability to distinguish reality from fantasy.
And the reason she'd rescued him was that she didn't want him to disturb the people in the office and trigger a bloodbath.
But from what he'd seen so far, the problem might well be more widespread, and more severe, than that.
For instance, everyone he'd encountered so far might already be maintaining a semblance of order entirely through their own delusions.
And perhaps because of some fixation, Kelly's perception had warped until she believed herself to be a police officer. She'd even somehow acquired a full set of gear and concocted a whole story to go with it.
If that was really the case, this place was a powder keg with no safe corner. Any contradiction could trigger a serious disaster.
Like what had just happened.
Fu Qian recalled the old man who had rushed out.
From his appearance, it was clear he was on the verge of death.
And everyone knew there was nothing more traumatic to the mind than death.
Could the old man have gone mad because his fear of death clashed with