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Zheng’s group was well dressed compared to the other prisoners. So they easily walked out of the jail. The guards only thought of them as visitors. And this jail wasn’t a legit prison anyway. They waited by the entrance of the jail for O’Connell to come out.

As they were waiting, Zheng turned to Honglu. “You said you were a research subject in a neurological institute, then you don’t have any mental disorders?”

Honglu twirled his hair around his finger. “Right. I have highly developed central nervous system and cerebral cortex which allow me to sense some strange things… Like an air of death surrounding us. Some of us are going to die soon.”

The others looked awkward as he said this. Of course, anyone being told they were about to die from a twelve year old boy would be like this. They couldn’t really get mad at a little boy.

Zheng laughed. He crouched down then looked into Honglu’s eyes. “Is there really ESP in this world? Premonitions of death can count as ESP, right?”