Chapter 1616 Psychology and the Western Tradition
This gray setting suppressed a person’s sense of hearing, sight, and smell, and even the armor’s wireless signal.
The situation was substantially better inside the buildings, since the fog was very thin here.
When Luke stepped through the church entrance, the laws of physics seemed pretty much restored here, much more so than in other buildings.
So, standing in one corner, he released his mini drones again to scout the church.
At the same time, he used Mental Perception to examine the church.
This church was “normal” compared with the town outside.
But the biggest anomaly was the appearance of such a normal place in an unusual town.
He glanced at the system interface, and his expression turned strange when he saw the new names that had appeared.
After thinking for a moment, he didn’t move.
After entering this place again, he wanted to contain the mental abilities of the master of this “world.”
There was no need for him to be too anxious about the strange gift bags of “red names” in the church.
He soon discovered even more abnormalities.
Everybody in the church was wearing old-fas.h.i.+oned clothes.
They were shabby and clearly far out of date.
The clothes were similar to those worn in the 1960s and 1970s.
Since these clothes could still be worn, generally speaking, there were two scenarios: Firstly, they had been well preserved and had practically never been worn. Secondly, they were costume props.
This place definitely wasn’t the production set of some horror movie, and the clothes these people were wearing clearly couldn’t have been “well preserved.”
Their words and manner of speech were also very different.
Thinking about this unusual situation, Luke fell into deep thought. This place really was full of surprises.
He was even more curious about the master who had created this “world.”
When he had killed the monsters earlier, there hadn’t been any system notifications, nor did he obtain any experience or credit points.
The monsters weren’t human.
But his attempt to store the monsters’ carca.s.ses in his inventory had failed.
Living, conscious beings couldn’t be stored in his inventory, no matter if it was s.p.a.ce 1 or s.p.a.ce 2.
Clearly, then, the monsters weren’t “dead” things.
Using Mental Perception, Luke confirmed his speculation: This was an illusion./ please keep reading on Myb0xn0vel(d0t)c0m.
Those monsters weren’t completely real, but had been given material form by a certain consciousness.
A long time ago, Luke had coveted Freddy’s ability to create illusions.
Unfortunately, that guy’s ability had been bestowed upon him by an evil spirit, and wasn’t something he had cultivated himself, so Luke couldn’t learn it.
At that time, Luke had been so angry that he chopped Freddy up and burnt him to ash before throwing him into his inventory as spare material.
Now, Luke had finally encountered an existence that could also create illusions.
It would be strange if he wasn’t tempted.
He didn’t want to create some horror flick to scare people. However, if he could create a dreamscape, and combine it with Psychology and Hypnosis, it would be very easy to get confessions out of people.
He could also try giving it to Selina to use, like for a virtual holiday or something. That would definitely be interesting.
With such a “big target” in sight, Luke was very patient.
He stood quietly in the corner and watched people enter and leave the church every now and then.
Suddenly, the air siren rang out, and people poured into the church.
Most of them looked unkempt and ragged.
More and more people came swarming in. In the few minutes before the siren stopped, more than 200 people poured into the church.
Luke was surprised. There were more than 200 people in this church?
There was no place for 200 people in this church. Did they usually sleep outside, and then entered the church when they heard the siren? That would make sense.
But what did these people eat? What did they wear? What did they use?
When Luke had been gliding over the town earlier, he realized that this world had been “locked down.” The huge rift which Stacy and the others had come through actually circled the entire town.
So, n.o.body could get out.
The things in this strange town were from decades ago, whether in terms of appearance or decay.
Clothes could be mended, but could food be recycled? There was no sun here.
Did these 200 people survive here for decades by eating soot?
Also, what about sanitation? Luke didn’t think that there was enough toilet paper here.
But he didn’t smell sh*t on them. At most, it was the typical sour odors.
Then, he gave himself a mental slap. He was an idiot! Given how bizarre this town was, there was no need to try and explain things with logic.
Of course things here wouldn’t make sense if he tried to a.n.a.lyze them with common sense or logic.
Nothing was certain here.
What was real and what was fake were intertwined – that was what made this town unusual.
Everything that didn’t make sense could only be placed on the head of the master of this strange world.
After the siren sounded, the church door was about to close, when an “acquaintance” was the last to run in.
Naturally, it was Rose.
Compared with when Luke left earlier, however, she looked a lot more wretched.
The thin light red sweater she was wearing was now gray, and her grayish-blue knee-length skirt was now black. There was also blood on her face.
It was clear that she hadn’t been doing well recently.
She was holding the gun which Luke had given her, and he could clearly smell the smoke from it.
The people inside the church suddenly quieted down and turned to look at Rose.
Even though she was in a sorry state, she was still dressed in modern fas.h.i.+on, and was only just past her prime in her late twenties.
This made her stand out from the other women in the church.
Envy flashed in the eyes of a woman in her forties, and she suddenly pointed and shouted, “It’s a strange woman, and she’s dressed so scandalously. She’s a witch, an evil witch!”
Boom! Many people stirred at the shout, and some subconsciously yelled as well.
Luke curled his lip in interest. As expected of a brainwashed lunatic.
When she saw that Rose was more beautiful and dressed differently from her, she immediately said that she was a witch.
What a familiar M.O..
This could be considered a Western “tradition.”
When they saw someone better than they were, they got jealous and labeled them evil, then deprived them of their possessions to satisfy their own greed. It was the same all over the world.
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How could they allow someone else to live
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When the woman cried “witch” at that moment, a bunch of people rushed at Rose.
Rose panicked, but she quickly caught on and fired her gun.
Bang!
The gunshot was extremely loud in the sealed church, and the crowd immediately froze.
Luke chuckled again. Bullying the weak but fearing the strong. How typical.