Another experiment

Lumian hid behind a mirror-like object on the corridor wall, gazing at Li Keji's hospital room through the solid Barrier.

He had maintained this posture for many hours, only occasionally adjusting it to relax.

He waited all night, but neither Zarathustra nor any other Celestial Worthy's Subordinate eliminate Li Keji.

After an unknown amount of time, as Sunlight streamed in from the other end of the corridor, the different rooms in the Psychiatry Department gradually became lively. Some people sang loudly, some banged on the doors, and some knocked on something as if calling for breakfast.

Just then, Lumian saw a large amount of milky white liquid gushing out from the gap between the door of Li Keji's ward and the solid ground.

Milk? Lumian's gaze froze slightly.

The next second, he noticed that the milky white liquid, resembling Milk, had receded back into Li Keji's ward like a receding tide, and the floor was clean again, only retaining varying degrees of dampness.

Lumian watched in silence.

A few minutes later, with his eagle-like eyesight, he felt that there seemed to be something inexplicable at the door of the ward.

He carefully pressed his face against the mirror, letting a small portion of it shine through.

The scene before his eyes instantly shed its mirror-like quality and became much clearer.

He then saw small, distinct streaks of white, and then noticed even finer, less noticeable white filaments around them and in the book.

These things together resemble both clusters of snowflakes, much thinner and more distinct, and countless white downy hairs mixed together.

Compared to the Witch's Spider Silk, these are opaque and dyed, so they can still be seen upon close inspection.

"Mycelium?" Lumian guessed.

This was based on Li Keji own unique deductions.

A few seconds later, the Mycelium retracted in unison, slipped through the crack in the door, and disappeared into the corridor.

A picture suddenly came to Lumian's mind:

A bizarrely shaped, giant Mushrooms creature—no, a giant Mushrooms —walked behind the door and cautiously extended its Mycelium, seemingly intending to do something.

Lumian fell silent once again.

He began to seriously consider a question:

Was it a bad thing or a good thing to have Zarathustra and other Celestial Worthy' Subordinate eliminate Li Keji...?

If we can stop them from moving Li Keji's Corpse to the basement of Mushu Hospital and use the power of the Mother Goddess to give him Rebirth, then the whole thing doesn't seem so unacceptable...

Hmm, Frank Lee's Mushrooms in the Dream City seem to be superimposed with Mr. The Fool's idealistic perceptions, making them even more terrifying and bizarre than reality. If they get out of control, who knows who will benefit...

No, no, no, fire is dangerous too, but it can also be used...

This guy is best kept in a mental hospital ward, released only when needed, or perhaps given a few Mushrooms with unique abilities...

Can a mental hospital ward really contain him? Should we help him get into prison, so he can be controlled by the authorities who represent the Dream's Main Consciousness?

But that would make it difficult for us to use him. Besides, he doesn't seem like someone without mental problems at all. Franca explained that in the Dream City, mentally Patient like him don't need to go to jail; they only need to undergo long-term treatment in a mental hospital...

Lumian pulled his face back, creating some distance between himself and the mirror.

At 10 a. m., he saw Huang Jiajia and Huang Beibei, accompanied by Lawyer, along with Officer Dunn and Doctor in a white coat, enter the ward.

He was relieved, then teleported to the rearview mirror of a car in the underground parking lot, jumped out, and then "Teleportation" back to his Rented Apartment in Xinhong Community.

At this time, Anthony was in self-isolation, Ludwig had been taken away by Jenna, and Lumian ate some Bread and prepared to lie down in bed to catch up on sleep.

He had just settled down when he felt his phone vibrate.

The message comes from "True Sleeve Sword":

"Zarathustra is visiting the group again. He's on the Sixteenth Floor now and hasn't come down yet."

Zarathustra wasn't affected by the whistleblower letter? Whistleblower letters need evidence; otherwise, the police would have to investigate for a while and gather enough evidence before arresting the foreign guest. Zarathustra is quite cautious; the foreign guest identity is also a clever tactic... Lumian sat on the bed, pondering and considering for a while before replying to Franca:

"Don't disturb Zarathustra's visit, but remind Zhou Mingrui to be careful through Rosanne."

Inside the Administration Department of the Intis Group.

Franca sent a message to Rosanne:

"If that guy comes to visit the Technology Department later, remember to remind Zhou Mingrui to be careful."

"There's no rush now. What if the enemy chooses to visit other departments or subsidiaries? Letting Zhou Mingrui know in advance will only make him endlessly suspicious and wary of everyone around him. In the long run, this will seriously affect his mental state."

Rosanne replied with a "cat nodding" emoji.

To their surprise, President Huang did not bring Zarathustra down for a tour. The two remained on the Sixteenth Floor until noon when they finally left in the private elevator.

"The alert is off. The enemy has not made contact with the target, so Rosanne didn't give any further warnings." Franca reported the situation to Lumian during her lunch break.

Lumian replied quickly:

"This afternoon I will carry out the step I took during the day when I hinted at Zhou Mingrui's existence of extraordinary power, and I'll be a little more aggressive. You, Jenna, and Anthony, from now on, do not contact me. Delete your chat Recording, and even my WeChat Account and QQ Account. Add me back tomorrow afternoon."

"Could this be mixed up with the result of Anthony testing Peng Deng? If he gets kicked, we might be a little confused about whether it's Peng Deng's problem or yours that's involved," Franca raised a detailed question.

"No, we isolated ourselves last night, so our experimental results won't affect each other." Lumian had made preparations yesterday.

Once Franca's consciousness returned to the body of "Luo Fu," he began preparations.

At four o'clock in the afternoon, Lumian arrived at the Intis Group ahead of schedule and had breakfast and dinner.

Then, he and Old Xia took over from their colleagues and began patrolling the floors.

After finishing this task, they replaced the colleagues who were in a hurry to go to the cafeteria and started watching the surveillance footage.

While Lumian appeared to be observing the situation on different floors, his attention was actually entirely focused on the interior of the Intis Group, specifically on the tenth-floor area.

Finally, he saw Zhou Mingrui leave his workstation, walk out of the Technology Department, and head towards the Public Restroom in the middle of the corridor.

Lumian jumped to his feet, clutching his stomach, and said to Old Xia, "I ate something too spicy, I need to go to the restroom."

Without waiting for Old Xia's response, he left the Surveillance Room directly.

Old Xia turned to look at his back and said almost silently, "He's only been working for a week and he's already learned how to take a sick day?"

In the corridor, Lumian avoided two security guards who came out of the elevator, turned into the stairwell, blended into the shadows, and quickly descended.

He reached the tenth floor in less than thirty seconds.

Then, pretending that he had discovered the problem while patrolling the floors earlier, he openly entered the corridor between the Administration Department and Technology Department and came to the outside of the restroom.

He glanced around and quickly walked towards the Men's side.

At this moment, Zhou Mingrui was cleaning his hands at the sink.

Lumian glanced into the bathroom, confirming that no one was in front of the urinals, and that one of the four stalls seemed to be locked.

Zhou Mingrui turned around and saw him.

Lumian took out a lighter and smiled.

His thumb hovered over the lighter, pressing lightly without actually touching it, yet the lighter emitted a string of bright red flames.

Upon seeing this, Zhou Mingrui, who already harbored doubts, instantly tensed up.

Is this supernatural power or some kind of magic?

Lumian took two steps back and placed his other hand on the edge of the Men's restroom door frame, subtly activating a Black Mark on his body.

"The Fictional Bottle"!

He separated the washbasin area from the restroom itself and the surrounding space.

Looking at Zhou Mingrui, who seemed ready to explode at any moment, Lumian smiled slightly and said, "I once drank a beverage called ' Hunter '."

You really do have a problem... Zhou Mingrui's eyes narrowed almost imperceptibly; his suspicions and worries of the past few days had finally come true.

Lumian glanced sideways in the direction of the urinal:

I'm calling you to warn you to be careful of that foreign visitor named Zarathustra.

Zarathustra... Zhou Mingrui was deeply impressed by this very long name.

He was once assigned by General Huang as a technician to pick up Zarathustra and was responsible for acting as a translator and guide. However, the flight was always interrupted by mechanical failures or violent storms and thunder, preventing him from ever making the trip.

Later, he fell ill and took leave after listening to a song, thus missing Zarathustra's first visit to the company.

Later, he came across the group company's advertisements and learned what Zarathustra looked like from the videos and photos.

Reminded by Lumian, Zhou Mingrui suddenly remembered that the old man standing at the entrance of the Business English Class yesterday, before Rosanne warned him to be careful, seemed to be Zarathustra.

"Does Rosanne's reminder also point to Zarathustra?"

How did she know Zarathustra was visiting the Dream Tutoring Class?

Yes, Li Ming was there yesterday...

"Are Li Ming and Rosanne in cahoots?"

"Luo Fu joined the company only one day after Li Ming..."

As Zhou Mingrui's mind raced with thoughts, Lumian, without explanation, deactivated the "Fictional Bottle" and left the Men's restroom.

As Zhou Mingrui watched his retreating figure, he suddenly realized that the undercurrents lurking around him were far more ferocious and exaggerated than he had anticipated.

After patrolling the floors once again, Lumian stood at the office window, watching the last golden-red rays of the setting sun be swallowed by darkness.

Night has officially fallen.

At this time, Rosanne, Luo Fu, and Zhou Mingrui had already left work; the latter had only left a few minutes earlier.

Lumian gazed at the brightly lit buildings, chin slightly raised, a slight smile playing on his lips, awaiting the possible "Banishment."

If he is kicked out of the Dream this time, Zarathustra will likely suffer the same fate.

A one-for-one trade is a great deal!