Suddenly, his heart palpitated as he repeated, “Unwilling to believe it…
“In a psychological trauma, it’s like I’m acting as the room owner. I clearly know that the amiable enthusiasm in front of me is fake and that it’s brought about by Thought Implantation…
“I don’t believe it, so will the room owner not believe it?”
“So I’m the one who slipped through the cracks!” The honest Shang Jianyao clenched his right fist and punched his left palm.
In order not to let any Shang Jianyao slip through the cracks, they didn’t use the method of Shang Jianyao using Thought Implantation on Shang Jianyao. Instead, they returned to the beginning and used the military exoskeleton’s visor as a mirror to persuade themselves. “Look, being here is like returning to the company. Everyone smiles sincerely and speaks nicely. So…”
The Shang Jianyaos came to a realization. “Isn’t this home?”
He chatted with people everywhere and slowly organized groups of people to dance. One group sang, and another group dutifully played the role of the Rec Center’s PIC.
The joyous atmosphere gradually enveloped the Fourth Research Institute’s residential area.
…
Tarnan, Serene Dream Hotel.
The lady boss, Aynor, sat at the front desk. She propped her chin up with one hand and watched an Old World drama serial with a distracted expression.
Suddenly, she shivered.
She vaguely recalled some of the past buried deep in her heart and recalled the originally amiable, cold, and stiff faces.
She had actually gotten over it when she cleared the island of fear, but her heart still ached when the corresponding scenes occasionally flashed across her mind.
Unlike the past, the scene that flashed through her mind was: Everyone suddenly smiled at her and sang and danced enthusiastically!
“This is even more terrifying, alright…” Aynor muttered to herself.
She said this because she knew very well: the people in the residential area were already dead.
The dead wouldn’t change their expressions and smile. Due to this, Aynor suspected that someone had infiltrated her Mind Room and was exploring her corresponding traumas.
After a while, she shrank her body and muttered, “I’ll just keep watching dramas. He will leave after he’s done exploring.”
The price she paid was ‘avoiding reality.’
…
It was only when his mind was almost exhausted and he had no choice but to leave Room 506 that Shang Jianyao escaped the effects of Thought Implantation and found the corresponding judgment.
He stroked his chin and muttered to himself in confusion, “It didn’t work even when we believed it…
“What should we do?”
At this moment, in Room 12 of the 349th floor’s Zone C, Jiang Baimian was also thinking about Room 506’s psychological trauma.
As her thoughts wandered, questions suddenly flashed across her mind. The owner of Room 506 should be a resident of the Fourth Research Institute’s Residential Zone or someone who has lived there for a long time. He’s familiar with almost everyone and has a certain level of affection for them.
Then, why was he unanimously ostracized by the people in the Fourth Research Institute’s residential area? Why was he treated coldly and with hatred?
What did he do? What trouble did he cause? Or what secret did he discover—one that he shouldn’t have discovered?