Mistaken assumptions are built on norms, fixed patterns of thinking and cognition.
If a bus can hold sixteen passengers, then how many seats are there in total?
Most people would think there are sixteen.
But Du Wei thought there should be seventeen.
The driver's seat should also be counted, even if in a certain sense, this is a BUG.
At this moment, inside the compartment.
Du Wei pulled out a silver cross dagger and struck the partition window fiercely.
With a crash, glass shards scattered all over the ground.
Reaching in, he pushed open the lock of the driver's compartment with the back of his hand and then gripped the driver's arms.
When he touched them...
It felt hollow.
It was as if he had grabbed a skin suit, and the sensation transmitted to Du Wei's fingers gave him a jolt of terror for the first time.
He had thought it was a corpse, but it turned out to be just skin.
