A Psychiatrist's Bizarre Game Journey / Dream of the Mist

"Eye..."

Zhou Ke'er strained her red, tearful eyes to look at Bolius, and mumbled something indistinctly.

He had a preconceived notion that these strange, ghostly things simply existed in the world, but humans couldn't see them. However, the strange change in Zhou Ke'er's eyes today allowed him to see these ghostly things, which completely overturned his previous worldview.

But judging from Polius's current state, it seems that's not the case. As someone who serves the gods and has survived since the Old Age, he should logically no longer belong to the realm of humans, yet he still can't see the ghost in the wedding dress, which is very strange.

Could it be that Western gods cannot see Eastern ghosts?

Iron! Is this reasonable?! Swords from the previous dynasty can be used to execute officials of the current dynasty, so why can't this one?!

"Eye?"

Upon hearing this, Porius was taken aback, then quickly examined Zhou Ke'er's eyes carefully for a while, but finally revealed a puzzled expression: "My lord, your eyes... are there nothing wrong with them?"

Zhou Ke'er reached out and wiped away the overflowing tears. Her sore eyes felt empty—not the uncomfortable emptiness of having her eyeballs gouged out, but the comfortable emptiness that came from when her eyes were filled and stretched uncomfortably, and now the swelling had disappeared.

It's as if some of the intangible things that were originally stored inside were consumed because of what just happened.

"Ahhh, I saw myself! How can someone as handsome as me exist in this world?! I'm so handsome that I can't help but shed tears of emotion!"

Zhou Ke'er glanced at the puzzled Porius, but didn't intend to tell him what had just happened. Instead, she made an exaggerated expression and pointed to a half-length mirror on the wall in front of her, exclaiming loudly.

"...My lord...is naturally...unparalleled in the world..."

Upon hearing Zhou Ke'er's shameless words, Bolius remained silent for a moment before reluctantly offering his own flattery.

Of course, regardless of what Bolius was thinking, Zhou Ke'er didn't have time to care about him right now.

He plans to visit Ming Qingfeng right now.

If I remember correctly, that guy grew scales on his body... and those scales were definitely related to the strange things unearthed during that archaeological excavation.

The strange phenomenon that Zhou Ke'er's eyes are currently exhibiting is clearly related to such bizarre phenomena.

Zhou Ke'er guessed that the emptiness in his eyes just now—that is, the depletion of his energy—was probably the strange energy he had passively absorbed from that inexplicable patient. Moreover, in the game, Kronos had mentioned that Zhou Ke'er could absorb these "evil" things.

If this guess is correct, perhaps... Zhou Ke'er could try to resolve the strange phenomena on Ming Qingfeng's body as well, using the energy consumed to "see clearly" whether there is anything hidden on the ancient bronze sword he brought earlier.

## Chapter 343, Chapter 338. It's not that you have a problem, it's that I have a problem.

After casually fooling Porius and letting him continue playing his game in peace, Zhou Ke'er made some preparations and decided to set off for Ming Qingfeng's place.

Because she was afraid of hallucinations that might suddenly appear at any time, Zhou Ke'er didn't dare to drive herself, so she had to take the bus.

Zhou Ke'er stood at the bus stop and looked around. Although the strange disease had spread quite seriously recently, there were still quite a few people on the street. People were still shopping, strolling, and talking about love.

Zhou Ke'er naturally couldn't be bothered to look at those damned, stinking, scumbag couples or male-male scumbags, but fortunately, the bus Zhou Ke'er was waiting for arrived shortly afterward.

"Squeak..."

The front door of the bus opened with a click, but something was quite strange—the back door remained closed, as if no one was going to get off.

Zhou Ke'er frowned slightly, a sense of foreboding rising in her heart. She subconsciously slowed her pace and did not rush to get on the car. She only put one foot on the step so that the car door would close in a while, while keeping the other foot on the ground so that she could slip away if anything went wrong.

Standing at the door, although the back half of the bus is not clearly visible, fortunately it is broad daylight, so the situation in the front half of the bus is still clear.

Zhou Ke'er saw that there were no standing passengers on the bus; everyone was seated, and the seats were almost completely full. They all had expressionless faces. When Zhou Ke'er stepped onto the bus step, they all turned their heads instantly and stared at her with empty, lifeless eyes.

Zhou Ke'er pursed her lips. "A routine, here we go again. Luckily, he was prepared."

"Look, look, what are you looking at? Haven't you ever seen someone as handsome as me? Look again and I'll gouge your eyeballs out and stuff them into your dermatitis!"

Zhou Ke'er immediately raised an eyebrow and challenged loudly with an extremely displeased tone. After speaking, she did not give those guys a chance to react and immediately prepared to turn around and get off the bus to wait for the next one.

But... since it's a routine, how could it be so easy for him to dodge it?

Just as he was about to turn around and get off the bus, he suddenly felt a push from behind, followed by an impatient grumbling: "Are you getting on or not? What are you doing standing here by the bus door? Don't you have any manners? Don't other people need to get on? If you want to get on, get on; if you want to get off, get off. Why are you stuck here? Do you think you're a constipated piece of poop?"

Zhou Ke'er hadn't expected this to happen. Caught off guard, she stumbled forward and staggered into the car.

"...grass!"

Zhou Ke'er, who had just regained her balance and was about to jump back out of the car, heard the front door creak shut before she could even turn around.

Damn it! Who is it?!

Zhou Ke'er turned around angrily and saw a burly middle-aged man standing behind her. He looked at her impatiently and said, "What are you doing? Blocking the car door and not letting others say anything? Get up, get up, don't stand here blocking other people's way!"

“ntm...”

Zhou Ke'er almost blurted out a curse, but suddenly felt the temperature around her drop. The guys sitting in the car were staring at her with empty, numb eyes, full of malice.

Zhou Ke'er had a bad feeling, but the problem was... the bus was still moving, and he couldn't possibly rush up and make the driver stop immediately, could he? That would definitely cause a traffic accident...

In any case, I can only wait to get off at the next stop.

With a helpless pursed lip, Zhou Ke'er ignored the middle-aged man behind her—although she didn't know what was going on with him, if he was an ordinary person...once he got into the car, he probably wouldn't have a chance to get off again.

Unless the strange phenomena inside the car were just Zhou Ke'er's hallucinations.

After glancing around the bus, Zhou Ke'er noticed that the few empty seats were already occupied. Not wanting to sit with these oddballs, she had no choice but to stand in the aisle near the rear door, grabbing the handrail.

"If there are seats available and you don't sit down, you must have something wrong with your brain."

The middle-aged man continued muttering to himself, glanced at Zhou Ke'er who hadn't sat down, and then found a seat and sat down on his own.

"..."

Zhou Ke'er's temple throbbed with a bulge. Well, this guy... has already written it down in his little notebook.

Normally, given his personality, he wouldn't even need to write it down; he should have just rushed up and twisted that guy's head off, stuffing it into his own dermatitis. But unfortunately... right now, the whole carload of people... ah, no, I don't know what kind of weirdos they are, are all staring straight at Zhou Ke'er, and I have no idea what they want to do.

And, most strangely...

After Zhou Ke'er boarded the bus, she did not pay the fare, but the driver did not say anything to her.

I glanced down at the communication bracelet.

As expected, there was no signal.

In fact, unless the bus is entirely encased in thick sheet metal without any gaps, the signal should not be blocked under normal circumstances.

So... if it can't be explained by science, then it can only be...

Zhou Ke'er narrowed her eyes, recalling the feeling she had experienced in her eyes before, and tried to consciously activate the strange phenomenon in her eyes—maybe that would allow her to see clearly what was on the car.

But it was all in vain; he couldn't control it.

Moreover... at the same time, Zhou Ke'er discovered that looking out the car window, it was no longer the street she had been on before. There was only thick white fog, visibility was extremely low, and not even a hazy shadow remained, only a vast expanse of gray and white.

"....grass!"

Even Zhou Ke'er couldn't help but curse under her breath.

Now, it's not just a matter of getting off at the next stop... we have no idea where we've ended up!

Fortunately, the only saving grace was that... those ghostly things just watched him and didn't make any further moves. Otherwise, he would have had to perform a series of five consecutive lightning-fast whip strikes in that narrow passageway.

Zhou Ke'er glanced at the middle-aged man who had pushed her. He didn't seem to notice anything unusual and was still standing with his arms crossed, looking at Zhou Ke'er with a displeased expression.

Couldn't he even glance out the window?!

Zhou Ke'er couldn't help but complain in her heart.

This situation did not last long; soon the car slowly came to a stop.

The white fog outside had turned into complete darkness, making it impossible to see anything, just like in the dead of night.

"Squeak, squeak..."

With a sound, the front door of the car slowly opened.

But the backdoor still didn't respond.

"grass!"

Zhou Ke'er cursed under his breath. He thought the back door would open, which was why he stood in the back half of the carriage... Now it was too late for him to move forward.

Immediately, a strangely dressed young man with a solemn expression walked up from the front door of the car, carrying a large bag that looked like it was full of things on his back.

## Chapter 344, Page 339: It's Mine

The moment the young man stepped onto the bus, all the passengers who had been watching Zhou Ke'er instantly turned their heads and stared intently at him.

It's like some kind of priority overriding mechanism.

"What are you all looking at? That young man..."

The middle-aged man who boarded earlier, whether out of obliviousness or something else, still hadn't figured out the situation and casually asked the other passengers next to him.

Before he could finish speaking, a passenger sitting next to him reached out with lightning speed and snapped his neck with a "crack".

The middle-aged man died without ever realizing what had happened.

"grass!"

Seeing this, Zhou Ke'er couldn't help but twitch her eyelids. This killing was truly ruthless...

It's a pity that this middle-aged man died before Zhou Ke'er could even take revenge on him, having just been added to her list of names.

The young man who had just boarded the bus also noticed what was happening. He glanced suspiciously at the middle-aged man whose neck had been suddenly twisted, muttered something under his breath, but didn't pay much attention. He simply took off his large backpack, placed it on the ground, and, under the watchful eyes of the passengers, solemnly rummaged through it.

Zhou Ke'er was a little curious about what this guy was here for—after all, judging from the death of that middle-aged man just now, this should be... well, it shouldn't be his own hallucination, of course, that possibility cannot be ruled out—in short, the current situation should be equivalent to a supernatural event like an urban legend, and this man in front of her was obviously here for that.

Then, after rummaging through his bag, the man finally pulled something out...

Poké Ball?

Ah no, although at first glance Zhou Ke'er thought this thing was one of those Poké Ball props used for cosplay, in reality, there are still many differences.

The young man held a Poké Ball in his hand, glanced at the passengers in the car, and then focused his gaze on Zhou Ke'er, muttering, "This is the only one standing. He might be the key or anomaly in this incident... Let's start with him."

Before Zhou Ke'er could even utter a word in her daze, the young man mustered all his strength and slammed the ball at her.

"What the hell?!"

Zhou Ke'er cursed inwardly. She couldn't let him hit her hard. Putting aside whether being hit would cause any problems, even if it was just a simple hit, judging from the force of the throw, it would hurt!

Zhou Ke'er immediately let go of the handrail and squatted down abruptly.

The ball flew just past Zhou Ke'er's head and hit a passenger to her right and behind her.

"Sizzle..."