"Click."
Lin An instinctively took two steps back after plugging in the socket, his eyes fixed on the television screen.
Perhaps he had encountered too many abnormalities. He no longer found it strange that the TV had no power; instead, plugging it in felt strange.
Very quickly, almost the instant the power came on, the interview segment looping on the screen suddenly stopped. Like a frozen videotape, it became stuck on the second when the researcher had opened his mouth to speak.
Deep blue screen light reflected across Lin An's face. As he waited tensely, the image suddenly flickered and, within seconds, turned into a mass of distorted garbled code.
It looked like a ghostly face pieced together from layers of mosaic.
"Bzzzt! Bzzzt!"
Before Lin An could instinctively tighten his grip on the long spear,
the screen instantly went black the next second, replaced by another recording.
The scene had switched to a laboratory, and a female reporter in a red dress had appeared in the frame.
"Bzzzt."
"Hello, Doctor Fujita."
"Regarding a special mental illness like Phantom Limb Syndrome, I and the many viewers watching are extremely curious. As you just said, Phantom Limb Syndrome is still an extremely difficult mental illness to heal, and hundreds of thousands of people suffer from it every year."
"I'd like to ask, can't we treat it with medication or psychological counseling? Modern medicine is so advanced, so why are we helpless in the face of it? Could you explain the principles behind this illness in broad terms?"
Faced with the host's question, the researcher sitting in a laboratory chair smiled and took the microphone.
"As for this question, I can only say that there are still many mysteries of the human body we don't understand. Our research into the nerves and