The person inside sat watching television. In the kitchen, someone was dismembering rats and sparrows. Moonlight fell in from outside, illuminating the place in pitch darkness.
Lin Feng stood in the shadows, gazing at everything before him.
No matter how precise Professor Han's technique was, he could never stitch rats and sparrows together.
They were all dead. Sewing a collection of dead things together could not reverse their deaths.
Lin Feng had mastered part of No-Gap, but his understanding of it was not enough to create a "stitched monster." Professor Han's movements were steady and mechanical, no different from those of a skilled surgeon. His hands never trembled, and every motion was clean and decisive.
"The moonlight is too bright."
"Professor Han, where are you?"
Lin Feng spoke softly and reached out to touch Professor Han. The professor was not dreaming. Even when Lin Feng's hair pierced his body, he could not control it.
He had broken through a veil!
Lin Feng's eyes were opened.
Professor Han's heartbeat, pulse, breathing, and the smell of his sweat were all false. Lin Feng believed a human being should possess these traits, so the professor possessed them.
By the same logic, if someone with a cognitive disorder believed living people were motionless and covered in blood, Professor Han would appear motionless and covered in blood to that person.
"Professor Han doesn't exist at all. Where are you?"
Through Lin Feng's Qi-Observing Eye, Professor Han was still dissecting animal corpses. Lin Feng did not disturb him again. The aura isolating this place did not emanate from Professor Han either. Following its traces, Lin Feng found that this layer of "aura" had appeared abruptly at the doorway.
It operated on the scale of an individual household.
Lin Feng left Professor Han alone for the moment