Of course, it was an absurd idea that he himself... could possibly not be himself.
Yet, at this moment, that was exactly how Chen Xiao felt, and he hadn't even seen the face of his other self.
In that instant, he vividly felt a terrifying entity lurking within a shell just like his own. The scent of that entity seeped out through the pores, making his heart shudder.
It was a sensation he had never experienced before.
The man beside him clearly felt Chen Xiao's anomaly, but only glanced over indifferently.
Then the scene shifted again, and Chen Xiao found himself within a civilian dwelling. Just like before, he felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity with the setting.
It was an old-fashioned house, commonplace as any, surrounded by somewhat aged furniture. At that moment, a fat old man in his sixties was by the kitchen sink, pouring out the overnight leftover tea from the teapot, thoroughly cleaning it before brewing a fresh pot.
