Chapter 915: A Symbol

Anthony, seeing this, did not test himself but voluntarily exited the office.

Just ten or twenty seconds later, he heard Lu Mi’s feminine voice:

“You may come in.”

Compared to before, this female voice was less deep and suppressed, with a touch more clarity.

Anthony pushed open the office door and saw Lu Mi wearing a white shirt she had specially bought for her female identity—slightly fitted at the waist—paired with blue-tinged jeans that accentuated her slender waist and long, straight legs; on her nose sat a pair of deep magenta sunglasses. Though clearly cheap street-market goods, Lu Mi wore them with an air of elegance, beauty, and sharp grandeur.

Lu Mi lightly brushed aside the glossy black hair falling on either side of her face, partially obscuring her cheeks, and said to Anthony:

“Let’s return to the rental apartment first.”

Anthony carefully gripped the cuff of Lu Mi’s shirt sleeve; Fulanka and Jianna each linked an arm; Ludwig, still sucking on a lollipop, tugged at his godfather’s coat hem.

Their figures immediately faded and vanished from the long-abandoned office building without cameras, reappearing inside the rental apartment where dishes and bowls had yet to be washed.

Lu Mi said to Fulanka :

“Drive the car to outside Mushi Hospital and wait for me; we may not get a chance to ‘teleport’ away later.”

This wasn’t because he couldn’t ‘teleport,’ but using ‘teleport’ or ‘mirror transit’ in broad daylight, before countless civilians, would inevitably trend online and likely draw direct attention from the Archon.

“Understood.” Fulanka tossed her lip balm and lipstick to Lu Mi. “Once inside the hospital, if you need to check mirrors frequently, pretend you’re reapplying makeup.”

In this matter, the female form had a natural advantage—it was less likely to be noticed as abnormal by those within the dream.

Lu Mi caught the lipstick and lip balm, then ‘teleported’ to the edge of Mushi Hospital, where lush greenery abounded, stepped out from behind several trees, and blended into the crowd.

His supermodel height, the skin tone and facial contours visible beneath his dark sunglasses, the curve of his lips—even those who couldn’t see his full face kept glancing back, as if trying to mentally reconstruct the potentially breathtaking beauty hidden behind the lenses.

Someone accidentally bumped into another; someone missed a step and nearly fell.

Their only regret was that this tall, sunglasses-wearing beauty walked too briskly, too manly.

Lu Mi gradually slowed his pace, as if recalling how Aurora usually walked.

After passing security and entering the outpatient building, he paused briefly, pulled out his compact mirror and lip balm, and added a touch of shine and moisture to his pale lips.

During this, he noticed the mirror, once smeared with the Shenshi ’s hair residue, was now reflecting faint images again.

These included Dani’s back, the pharmacy window, passing patients, and their accompanying family members.

Lu Mi oriented himself and walked toward the pharmacy window.

He moved slowly, his gaze casually scanning the people around him and the layout of the hospital’s first floor.

Everything seemed normal—no scenes of erupting desire.

Yinyinyueyuejian , Lu Mi felt a sense of familiarity.

It wasn’t because he’d been to a similar place before—it came from deep within his soul.

Lu Mi pressed his lips together, staring blankly into space:

“Is this Aurora’s memory?”

“Did she frequent large hospitals before she crossed over? Of course—everyone gets sick eventually…”

“Now that I’ve taken a female form, her soul fragments are a little more active? Yes, and the Dream City of the ‘Fool’ must resemble her hometown closely, triggering her soul fragments…”

Lu Mi quickly suppressed these emotions—he remembered why he had entered Mushi Hospital: to track the Shenshi ’s corpse and observe the situation here.

His gaze swept across faces—some masked, others burdened with worry—and judged it no different from a normal hospital.

Suddenly, he spotted a familiar figure.

It was the male orderly who had suffered a mental breakdown after the female corpse revived.

The orderly, wearing a mask, pushed a transfer bed past; his eyes held no fear or concern, nearly identical to his colleagues’ expressions.

“He dares to work at this hospital?” Lu Mi’s eyebrow twitched.

The orderly had forgotten his desecration of the corpse, forgotten the horror of its sudden awakening.

As if someone had told him the woman hadn’t truly died—that his crime had actually helped her escape a false death and avoid cremation, so she intended to forgive him.

Lu Mi slowly shook his head, pulled out his lip balm and compact mirror, and once again traced the Shenshi ’s corpse.

The mirror showed a region with eight elevators; Dani’s back had just passed through the elevator door, the button outside glowing with a downward arrow.

“Going to B1? So the destination really is the morgue?” Lu Mi passed the pharmacy window and turned toward the stairwell nearby.

Patients and family members waited there.

Lu Mi glanced left and right, thinking he should have bought a mask for the ‘witch’—it would better conceal his face and avoid becoming the focus of attention.

The elevator arrived slowly; Lu Mi waited two or three minutes before one continued downward.

People spilled out in a rush, leaving only one patient seated in a wheelchair and a green-clad orderly pushing it.

The orderly wore a mask; the patient was elderly, with white hair and beard.

Both fixed their gaze on Lu Mi; deep within their brown eyes lurked something unsettlingly dark.

Lu Mi, about to step inside, froze.

He felt the elevator lacked light—it seemed to have become a giant mouth about to snap shut.

The double doors of the elevator slowly closed, the interior darkening further, like falling into an abyss.

Lu Mi stared expressionlessly, abandoning the idea of entering.

He sensed intense danger.

His spiritual intuition, combined with the faint activation of Aurora’s soul fragments, allowed him to vaguely perceive what had been hidden in those two eyes just now.

Intense desire.

The desire to tear off his clothes and vent their inner cravings!

The elevator doors finally sealed shut; the downward arrow went dark, and the numbers began to change.

Going to B1, to the morgue, would be extremely dangerous… Lu Mi watched for a few more seconds, murmuring silently to himself.

After brief consideration, he suppressed the urge to descend the stairs and formed a new idea:

“Should I call the police? Say I saw the missing Dani enter Mushi Hospital and descend to B1…”

The moment Lu Mi had this thought, his phone buzzed violently.

He pulled it out and saw the caller was “Luo Fu.”

—On the ID card issued by “Justice,” Fulanka ’s name was “Luo Fu.”

Lu Mi answered the call with awkward but habitual ease, Shitanzhe said:

“Hello?”

Fulanka , driving while wearing headphones, stared ahead:

“You shouldn’t delve deeper into Mushi Hospital right now. Wait a bit—wait for the police to investigate.”

“Why say that?” Lu Mi didn’t believe Fulanka had sensed his earlier thought.

Fulanka turned the steering wheel:

“I was so shocked by the Shenshi ’s corpse reviving that I missed some details. Only when I got in the car did it suddenly click.”

“When the Shenshi ’s corpse got out of the car at Mushi Hospital’s entrance, didn’t he scan a code to pay?”

“Yes.” Lu Mi remembered the Saoma payment vividly— Fulanka had repeatedly told them about it and demonstrated it herself.

Fulanka , driving with headphones on, smiled slightly with pride:

“The Shenshi has been officially classified as missing. A missing person’s phone account suddenly makes a payment—don’t you think that would catch the police’s attention and reveal his movements?”

“The police should be arriving at Mushi Hospital soon. If you sneak into a hidden area now, you might run right into them.”

“Really? That’s efficient…” Lu Mi muttered under his breath.

He no longer needed to think of calling the police!

The police of this Dream City were incomparably faster than those of Trill—no prompting needed to grasp key clues.

Lu Mi held his phone, feigning an urgent call, and left the stairwell.

He returned to the pharmacy area and hid among the waiting crowd.

Soon, he saw Officer Deng and the Dream Projection of “The Star,” leading a squad of police rushing toward the same stairwell.

Lu Mi played the role of a curious onlooker, patiently waiting nearly twenty minutes until the police returned.

They carried a stretcher covered entirely in white cloth, only faintly revealing yellowish hair.

The Shenshi ’s corpse… Lu Mi confirmed it with his compact mirror.

He immediately felt puzzled:

They found the revived corpse already?

No incident occurred?

…………

Back in Fulanka ’s car, Lu Mi recounted everything that had just happened.

Fulanka shared the same confusion:

“Did the people at Mushi Hospital resist the police?”

“Theoretically, Mushi Hospital should be a manifestation of the ‘Mother Tree of Desire,’ a Great Being’s influence—or at least operated by one of Her Sequence 0 True Gods…”

Lu Mi voiced his thoughts:

“Two possibilities:

“One: Mushi Hospital isn’t an external projection, but stems from the ‘Fool’s’ impression of the ‘Mother Tree of Desire’ and her subordinates.

“Two: It’s a symbol—an external projection, even if originating from Great Beings, cannot directly oppose the Dream’s primary consciousness. In this city, the symbol of the Dream’s primary consciousness is the official power—the police department.

“Meaning, individual police officers can be targeted and influenced, but opposing the entire police force equals opposing the Dream itself, opposing the ‘Fool’ and that Archon.”

(End of Chapter)