The countdown ended.
The Cognitive Contamination Card wore off.
The surroundings were still familiar, but the empty underground parking garage had returned to its original bustle, with people coming and going.
A few drops of vivid red blood still lingered at the corners of the disheveled young man's eyes. His earlier viciousness had vanished, and an inscrutable smile rested on his striking face as he abruptly pulled the blade out of the man's shoulder.
The man showed no displeasure whatsoever. His warm fingertips gently wiped the red traces from the corners of Shen Ru's eyes.
Neither of them mentioned what had just happened.
Strangely, despite the crowds passing through the underground garage, not a single person gave them an odd look.
It was as though appearing in an underground garage covered in blood was perfectly normal.
By some unknown means, Mo Yu completed an elegant yet uncanny change of clothes amid the encroaching shadows.
All traces of disarray and absurdity vanished along with them.
The man's dignified, restrained appearance formed a glaring contrast with the suggestive wound on the young man's lips.
A domineering, shameless bite mark was imprinted on Shen Ru's lustrous lower lip. Anyone who saw it could imagine how heated and out of control the scene had been.
Seeing Mo Yu's cheerful mood, Shen Ru became certain of one thing.
The consciousness of this Instance was indeed in a state of confusion.
Judging by their current progress and the tasks issued by the system, they had been considering everything from the boy's perspective all along.
In other words, the scenes the Players currently saw and experienced should have reflected the little boy's conscious behavior.
At an age when he was curious about everything around him, how could he turn a blind eye to two men covered in