The white and gray environment suppressed one's sense of hearing, sight, smell, and even the wireless signals of the armor.
But inside the building, the white and gray fog was very thin, and the situation was much better.
But when Luke stepped through the door of the church, the distorted laws of physics were almost completely restored, which was much more obvious than in the other buildings.
So, standing in a corner, he released the mini drones again and spread them out to scout the church.
At the same time, he was also using his mental perception to investigate the church.
This church was more "normal" than the white ash town outside.
But the appearance of a normal place in an abnormal town was the biggest abnormality in itself.
Just looking at the system panel, the new names that had appeared made his expression strange.
After thinking for a moment, he didn't take action.
What he wanted to do after entering this place again was to control the mental abilities of the owner of this "world."
He didn't need to worry too much about the strange "red name gifts" in the church.
Very soon, he noticed even more abnormalities.
The people in the church were all wearing old-fashioned clothes.
They weren't just old, although they were indeed very old.
The style of their clothes was similar to that of the sixties and seventies.
There were two reasons why these clothes could still be used. First, they were well-preserved and basically hadn't been worn. Second, they were newly made costumes and props.
This white ash town definitely wasn't some thriller film set, and the clothes these people were wearing clearly couldn't be "well-preserved."
Listening to their conversation, the words and the way they spoke were very different from people today.
Thinking about the special state of these "people," Luke was deep in thought. This really was a place full of "surprises."
He was even more curious about the owner of this "world."
When he killed those monsters just now, the system didn't give him a kill notification, nor did he give him experience and credit points.
That could be explained by the fact that those monsters weren't people.
But when he tried to put the monster's body into his inventory, he failed.
Living and conscious existences couldn't be put into his inventory. It was the same in both Spaces 1 and 2.
Clearly, the monster's body wasn't dead either.
Connecting this with what he sensed with his mind, Luke was even more certain of his guess: this was an illusion.
Those monsters weren't completely real, but the manifestation of some consciousness.
A long time ago, Luke had coveted Freddy's ability to create illusions.
Unfortunately, that guy's ability was bestowed by the Evil Spirit. It was not something he cultivated, so he couldn't learn it.
Back then, Luke was so angry that he chopped up Freddy, burned him to ashes, and threw him into his inventory as backup material.
Now, he had finally met another existence that could create similar "illusions".
It would be strange if he wasn't tempted.
He didn't want to create a scary scene to scare people, but if he could create a sweet dream, coupled with psychology and hypnosis, it would be extremely easy to get a confession out of anyone.
He could also try to use it on Selina, such as an illusion tour or something. That would definitely be interesting.
With such a "big goal," a certain someone was very patient at the moment.
He stood quietly in the corner, watching people enter and leave the church from time to time.
Suddenly, an air-raid alarm sounded. Amidst the clamor, people rushed into the church from outside.
Most of them were unkempt, their clothes were shabby, and they looked flustered.
More and more people rushed in, and within a few minutes before the alarm stopped, more than two hundred people ran back.
Luke was slightly surprised. There were more than two hundred people in this church?
There was no room for two hundred people in this church. Were they supposed to sleep outside and enter the church when they heard the alarm? That seemed to 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 had realized that this world had already been "locked down." The huge crack that Stacy and the others had come through actually surrounded the entire town.
Thus, nobody could get out.
The things in this strange town, in terms of appearance and the degree of decay, were from decades ago.
Clothes could be sewn and mended, but could food be recycled? There was no sun here.
Then, had these two hundred people lived here eating soot for decades?
Also, how were they going to clean up after them? Luke didn't think there would be that much toilet paper here.
But he didn't smell sh * t from these people. At most, it was the normal stench of sloppiness.
Then, he slapped himself in his heart. What an idiot! Given how strange this town was, it couldn't be explained with science at all.
If he analyzed it with common sense and logic from the outside world, of course it wouldn't make sense.
Everything was uncertain, and the mind was "scientific."
Neither true nor false, half true and half false, the intertwining of the real and the false, this was the unique characteristic of this town.
Everything that didn't make sense just had to be blamed on the owner of this strange world.
As the alarm ended and the door closed, a "familiar person" ran in at the last moment.
Naturally, it was Rose.
But she looked a lot more wretched than when Luke had left earlier.
The thin sweater she was wearing had turned from a light brick red to a grayish-red, and her knee-length dress had turned from a grayish-blue to a dark gray. Her face was also covered in blood and stains.
Coupled with the damage to her clothes, it was clear that she hadn't had a good time recently.
She was holding the gun that Luke had given her, and the smell of gunpowder could be clearly smelled after she fired it.
The crowd who had rushed to the church suddenly quieted down, and they all turned to look at Rose, who was standing at the door.
Even though Rose was in such a sorry state, she was still dressed in the style of a woman in her late twenties.
This made her look different from the other women in the church. She was a complete anomaly.
Jealousy flashed in the eyes of a woman in her forties. She suddenly raised her hand and shouted, "A strange woman with such a lowly appearance. She's a witch, an evil witch! "
Boom! A lot of people were stirred up by the shout, and some of them even subconsciously followed suit.
Luke curled his lip with interest. They were indeed brainwashed lunatics.
When they saw that Rose was prettier than them and dressed differently, they immediately claimed that she was a witch.
This set of operations was still the same familiar feeling.
This probably wasn't an American tradition, but a "tradition" of white Europeans and Americans.
When they saw someone better off than them, they would be jealous and label them as evil heretics before they stripped them of their possessions to satisfy their own greed.
It was the same with the Crusades, the establishment of the United States, and the incessant chaos in the world.
There was no other reason than the benefits.
How could it be okay for other people to live well? You had to live well for yourself before you made others suffer. That was the only way to live well.
At that moment, when the woman called out "witch," a group of people surged toward Rose in the church.
Rose was a little panicked, but she immediately understood and raised her hand to shoot.
Bang!
The gunshot was extremely loud in the closed church, and the crowd immediately froze.
Luke chuckled again. It was indeed a good way to bully the weak and fear the strong.
(Starting from tomorrow, the first issue in the morning will be changed to midnight. Old Ice really can't get up early in the winter. Please forgive him.)
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