The Observer's Blind Spot

The Flaw

Chapter 1

The Flaw

Confronted with the scene before them, almost everyone fell into a temporary silence.

Wen Yiting was still the one to break the silence after everyone had finished observing.

"Although it's not necessary... we really don't want to see this kind of thing every time we go in and out." This time, his smile was a bit forced, and he immediately averted his gaze after a single glance at the surface. "This is really a bit... It's not that we are superstitious, it's just not very auspicious."

Wang Chuyue, who had seen it before, had already turned her head away uncomfortably. Obviously, as the only source of information on this isolated island, this was a clear clue.

They had tried to find clues on it countless times. It was just that the madness almost spilling out from between the lines was truly impossible to ignore. Yet, even so, in this boring world, only this seemed to be a problem worth thinking about.

They couldn't find any truly useful information, but the scene before their eyes was deeply etched into their minds. The sense of a vague, illusory story emanating from the scene naturally prompted the most pessimistic speculation during their solitary life on the deserted island—would they also turn out like this?

Becoming like that without knowing why, unable to even piece together words to describe their feelings, using fresh blood and chaotic scratches to illustrate their pain... This was truly a nightmare that people living in the normal world would find increasingly unimaginable the more they thought about it.

This was the way of thinking of ordinary people.

Yet, as the only clue, in the eyes of the remaining six people, this terrifying and novel thing held some research value beyond the initial shock.

Liang An also stood in the back, pondering along with the others.

But he was not ordinary, not ordinary at all.

Although his initial approach was to look for familiar words within it to correspond with what the victim might have encountered, the first conclusion that popped into his mind was entirely different from that of an ordinary person.

—This was a fake clue, a false signal.

Madness was the most disorderly state, and also the most unpredictable. You might not find any logic in it, and thus could not comprehend the content. Only when encountering something that reached an unimaginable level would one instinctively believe that others' current state was also just as unimaginable. And once one believed it wholeheartedly, they would be unable to help themselves.

The human capacity for association is great yet blind, and deception is therefore complex and multi-layered.

But at the same time, madness is also the easiest thing to fake. As long as the situation is set up, the cause of the madness is understandable, and the decoration is chaotic, very few people can calm down to analyze a madman's inner world, making it naturally difficult to distinguish from the root that this is a false display.

Because if there is no rule and no logic, no careful thought is needed; this fabrication can completely adapt to any situation. But Liang An had seen many words of madmen, and he could detect that the patterns belonging to normal people had been exposed in this false display. This was the key to breaking the deadlock.

However...

Liang An sighed silently. The recovery of this ability also made him recall the past. And just at this moment, Jiang Qiu, a part of that past, stealthily approached him from behind.

"I have something to tell you," Jiang Qiu's voice was very soft, and he leaned close to his ear.

Liang An knew that Jiang Qiu had taken his instructions to listen carefully to heart, so he wouldn't easily reveal his findings to others.

This "junior" was always like this, and Liang An also knew that his own level of trustworthiness must be very high.

At this moment, Zhao Xiang and Zhao Yi had approached the table, carefully examining the contents. These two shared the same surname and disliked each other, but in terms of courage, they were extremely consistent, wasting no time on bickering even when in danger.