Swish...
The light grew dimmer as it sank to the bottom of the lake.
When a speck of light appeared,
The scene before me changed dramatically.
A strange smell wafted in the air, a mix of formalin and disinfectant.
This was an autopsy room with no doors or windows.
Only the incandescent light overhead illuminated the room's interior.
Du Wei looked emotionless at the industrial autopsy table before him, on which lay a body covered tightly with a white cloth.
On a side table lay many autopsy tools.
Behind the tool table was a chair meant for resting.
"Subconscious dreams,"
His tone was very complex.
But his eyes remained unchanged.
What revealed itself from deep within was numbness and serenity, different from the extreme rationality and calm brought on by Evil Spirit Transformation.
Now it came from his heart.
The him in the Lake of Souls, although indeed real, was also a dream belonging to a deeper level of dreams.
