"The red door in this photo is a special item." Ke Meng looked up, holding out the old photograph.
The young woman was a little surprised. She hadn't expected him to find a correct answer after casually flipping through a few photos.
"Then can you see anything else in the photo?"
Normally, an ordinary person couldn't identify a special item that quickly.
This set of photographs had been mixed with a large number of pictures of ordinary red doors. Even someone with high Gnosis couldn't be so certain so quickly.
"There really is something behind this door. Let me take another look." Ke Meng focused on the photograph again.
There was nothing wrong with the red wooden door as a whole. The problem lay in the hole.
Its handle had vanished somewhere, leaving a short, wide circular black hole, as though something stood on the other side.
As Ke Meng kept looking, that hazy sensation arose.
It was an indescribable, mysterious feeling, as though he could see what lay behind the door through the circular hole in the photograph.
This was the precursor to Synesthesia!
Every time Ke Meng entered a dream as Great Cthulhu, Synesthesia was the skill he used most.
Since he was so familiar with that feeling, he caught the hazy sensation from the photograph the moment it appeared.
He emptied his mind and accepted the information conveyed by the photograph.
His thoughts became a little muddled, and his head ached slightly. Faced with this situation, ordinary people would often instinctively protect themselves by refusing to accept the photograph's information.
But Ke Meng was different. He was already a seasoned veteran of Synesthesia, and he accepted more of the hidden information conveyed by the photograph.
Closing his eyes, Ke Meng saw a rotting red door. A breeze