Thirty-three. Not smart people and smart people

Whitely slowly curled up, weakly lifting her arms to embrace herself. Her face twitched as she murmured in pain, "Ugh... it hurts... my whole body hurts..."

Lu Li knelt down, keeping practically level with Whitely, "You've been rotting for many days, your nerves should no longer have any sensation. The so-called pain is just an illusion, let it go."

This truth was incredibly cruel, but it worked.

Whitely no longer murmured in pain; her curled body stretched out again, her arms lowering.

"May I ask some questions?" Lu Li looked at her eyes, no longer clear.

"What do you... want to know?"

Her eyes slowly turned, settling on Lu Li. Her hand suddenly lifted, reaching toward Lu Li's face.

An invisible wall stopped her, forcibly returning it to its original position.

Anna floated nearby, her face puffed up like a bun.

"I can guess what happened to you. What I want to know is the cause."

Ignoring their minor movements, Lu Li spoke earnestly.

"What did you experience?"