Su Bai's eyes were also Qing Lan's eyes.
Everyday life in Fog City was quiet and peaceful, but Su Bai dared not forget that he was in the nightmare game. Rather than let the happiness and tranquility of the city before him deceive him, he preferred to keep looking at the real Fog City through Qing Lan's eyes.
In Qing Lan's eyes, the real Fog City was a jumble of ruins in different architectural styles.
Even the wide-open Central Plaza had a fountain of headless angels. Their limbs were broken and incomplete, and blood constantly gushed from the severed necks of the heads they held in their hands, as though telling of Fog City's endless sorrow and grief.
The flower beds scattered throughout the plaza were filled with vivid, beautiful flowers, but in Qing Lan's eyes, their petals looked just like doll arms. Those twisted, deformed arms stretched out from the flower beds as though struggling and pleading, yet no matter what they did, they could not escape Fog City's fate.
The grand, pristine marble pavement bore more than a map outlined in metal. It was also split by deep fissures that seemed capable of swallowing anyone who passed by. Not a sound came from their depths, yet Su Bai, who could "see" all of this, sensed that far too many things ordinary people could never imagine lay buried within them.
Along the streets Su Bai had walked, his eyes could see abandoned buildings retaining traces of European, Chinese, and even Japanese styles piled on top of one another. They resembled a bizarre bug in a game, where different buildings overlapped or even fused together, and severed doll limbs were mixed into the merged ruins.
It was not hard to imagine that this scene had formed because Fog City had