"Mr. Reagan, have you ever been to a 'Cemetery' under the organization?"
When Yi Chen, who had paused in front of the door, asked this question, the atmosphere in the ordinary room suddenly changed.
Clack!
The iron door of the rental closed on its own without any contact.
Yi Chen also noticed that this seemed to be caused by some kind of psychic power, "Just like when the button fell off before, could this be the influence of the mind over reality? Is this what Sensing 7 is like?"
Just then,
Reagan, who had been too lazy to get up, actually started to clear the tableware. After tidying up the living room, he sat back down in his original seat.
His fingers interlocked and rested on the tabletop as he gazed at Yi Chen with a seriousness he had never shown before, "If you don't mind, shall we talk some more?"
"Sure."
As soon as Yi Chen sat back down in his original seat, he could feel a sense of suppression on a mental level.
