"No!" Lin Yue shook her head while moving to the side, "The knife was infected!!" These days, the scenes in the basement garage had been constantly surfacing in her mind. She could vividly remember that the man had a fresh wound on his hand. He hadn't lied to them; the knife thrust at her was a source of infection. The sound of footsteps had stopped behind her. Lin Yue looked into Cenhuan's eyes, filled with despair. Without looking back, she knew that Zhuo Xiangqiao was already standing behind her.
Cenhuan looked at Zhuo Xiangqiao, who had just arrived, and let out a slight sigh of relief. She turned to Lin Yue and said softly, "Yueyue, you know that in the psychology class we took during college, the teacher mentioned that the human brain can construct things it has never seen before. That man's hand had no wounds at all."
