"A search dictionary?"
The office worker sitting in the back narrowed his eyes slightly, a flicker of uncertainty passing behind his lenses. He pushed his glasses up his nose and leaned forward hesitantly, his gaze settling on the fairly new-looking hardcover book in Feng Yan's hands. Yet to him, its pages were completely blank, without a trace of ink, like some mysterious book of wordless secrets.
"Yes." Noticing the office worker's confusion, Feng Yan gently closed the book. "Maybe there's something slightly different about those of us who were chosen, allowing us to see some of the text in it."
He rested the book on his knees and tapped its cover with his fingertips, his tone carrying a hint of deeper meaning.
"Only some of it?" The girl sitting in the back spoke with a slight tremor, as though she was hopeful but afraid of being disappointed.
Feng Yan nodded, a trace of helplessness crossing his face. "That's right. Only some of it."
He gently opened the book again, his gaze falling on the distorted writing as he spoke with a hint of frustration. "The text is incomplete, scrambled, and disorganized, like a tangled mess that's impossible to unravel. I'm afraid only people with special abilities can see all the information in this book, instead of having to sit here playing guessing games like me."
Silence settled over the bus for a moment, broken only by the faint hum as it swayed along. Feng Yan kept his eyes on the pages, seemingly gathering his thoughts. Only after a long while did he slowly speak. "Still, I managed to piece together a few clues from this jumble of information. According to the book, there's only one Strange Creature on this bus. That's why I told everyone they didn't need to worry