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Aunt Chen's gentle eyes were now staring straight at Lu Changsheng, or rather, at Lu Changsheng's head.

Her pupils contracted sharply in an instant, her mouth opened slightly, and the vibrant expression on her face seemed to be frozen instantly.

Her hand holding the insulated bag trembled almost imperceptibly.

A chill ran down Lu Changsheng's spine. He realized almost immediately what had happened.

"Aunt?"

Lu Changsheng suppressed his heart palpitations, trying to keep his voice steady, his gaze fixed on Aunt Chen's face, not missing a single change in her expression.

"What's wrong? Did you... see something?"

Aunt Chen seemed to be startled awake by his voice, and she jolted awake. Her gaze quickly shifted from the top of Lu Changsheng's head and refocused on his face.

Only three seconds have passed since she lost her focus.

Then, under Lu Changsheng's wary gaze, Aunt Chen suddenly forced a smile onto her face.

The smile came so fast it was almost like a spasm.

"N-nothing!"

Her speech quickened, which Lu Changsheng keenly noticed.

"It's nothing, I'm old and useless now. My vision blurred for a moment, I thought a mosquito flew by..."

As she spoke, she waved her hand rapidly, but dared not glance at Lu Changsheng again, looking as if she was eager to leave.

"Oh dear, look at my memory! There's something simmering on the stove! I almost forgot!"

Aunt Chen handed the insulated lunchbox to Lu Changsheng.

"Remember to drink the soup, Auntie's leaving now!"

With that, he left in a hurry.

Lu Changsheng stood there, his hand still seemingly lingering with the last trace of Aunt Chen's panic.

She saw it.

She definitely saw "it".

Why can the landlady see "it" too?

Shouldn't this be something only mentally ill people can see?

Lu Changsheng slowly raised his gaze to the air above him, his temples throbbing.

He carried the insulated lunchbox back to his room.

Suddenly, Lu Changsheng made a strange move. He stared directly into the air in front of him, his gaze meeting the live broadcast camera.

"Hello, Countermeasures Team, player Lu Changsheng needs your help."

Lu Changsheng's gaze was piercing, as if he could meet the eyes of people in another world.

"Analyze the landlord's gaze just now. Did it shift to above my head? If not, please have the countermeasures team contact me within three minutes."

Lu Changsheng remained silent for a full three minutes, and then he asked a second question that surprised everyone:

"Second question: Can't you see Aokiji's live stream? If not, please have the countermeasures team send me a message within three minutes."

Silence, a deathly silence.

Three more minutes passed without any further news. Lu Changsheng nodded, indicating that he was aware of the situation.

"Okay, I have no further questions."

[Lu Shen, the logical genius, has verified this in reverse.]

[Countermeasures Team: We didn't expect it could be used this way!]

[This reverse verification is so cool... The countermeasures team and Lu Shen have an unspoken understanding; this is our bond!]

[But how did Brother Lu know we couldn't see Aokiji's livestream? He didn't give us any reasoning process, just the result!]

Viewers watched as Lu Changsheng sat motionless in the live stream for a while, then suddenly sighed and poked the air above his head with his finger.

Then, he looked up at the air above him and said something that sent chills down the spines of everyone watching the live stream:

"Aokiji, if it's you, you'd better stay on my head and not run around."

The live stream was filled with question marks.

???

【What are you talking about, Brother Lu?】

What does this mean? Aokiji is above Lu Ge??

[This is chilling to think about, so Aokiji is "it" in this instance?]

[Wait a minute, the "it" in the rules refers to what the patient perceives, so why was Aokiji seen by the landlord...?]

[Aokiji: Thanks for the invitation. I'm currently on your head, just a decorative piece.]

Lu Changsheng carefully sealed the still-warm chicken soup and put it in the refrigerator. He turned around, his gaze once again falling on the empty air above his head, his tone calm.

"Alright," he said to the air, a slight smile playing on his lips, "I'll take you for a stroll."

It was nearly dusk outside. Lu Changsheng walked casually down the street with his hands in his pockets.

After walking for a while, he casually turned into a small noodle shop that looked quite clean and seemed to be doing good business. It was lunchtime, and the shop was about 70-80% full, filled with the aroma of food and quiet conversation.

"A bowl of beef noodles, please."

Lu Changsheng sat down in a corner seat by the window and spoke to the waiter who came over.

While waiting, the noodle shop was a bit noisy, but soon, Lu Changsheng noticed something unusual.

A middle-aged man eating noodles alone diagonally across from Lu Changsheng glanced at him, his pupils contracted slightly, and his gaze quickly swept over the top of Lu Changsheng's head.

His gaze was incredibly quick; with just a glance, the man continued to focus intently on stirring the noodles in his bowl.

As the proprietress behind the counter served noodles to another table of customers, her gaze inevitably drifted over Lu Changsheng. Her smile stiffened slightly, then she continued serving noodles to the customers as if nothing was amiss.

These gazes were fleeting; when they fell upon Lu Changsheng, they would shift slightly upwards before quickly looking away, as if they had merely caught a glimpse of air or an insignificant spot on the wall.

But none of this escaped Lu Changsheng's eyes.

His beef noodles were served steaming hot.

Lu Changsheng picked up his chopsticks, blew on the noodles, and put them in his mouth. He chewed slowly and deliberately, as if he were oblivious to everything around him.

After swallowing a mouthful of noodles, he picked up the water glass on the table, took a sip, and muttered to himself as he raised his hand:

"It seems... it's quite conspicuous."

"There are more people who can see this than I thought."

Lu Changsheng finished the last bite of noodles and drank the soup. He paid and calmly walked out of the noodle shop.

As dusk deepened, the streetlights gradually came on.

He passed by the Jinghu City Psychological Counseling Center again, looking at the enormous structure in the night, countless mysteries lingering in his mind.

the next day.

Lu Changsheng was abruptly pulled from sleep by a sharp headache and a suffocating feeling in his chest.

It felt as if a blunt axe was slowly chopping at his frontal lobe, each heartbeat bringing a dull pain that squeezed his breath.

His throat tightened, and he struggled to open his eyes. It was already bright outside the window.

He picked up his phone from the bedside table, turned it on, and saw that he had entered the snooze cycle for the third time. The alarm he set last night had already gone off three times.