When the music started playing,
Reagan, as the Observer, naturally focused his gaze on the other's head, as if a Frame and title would soon appear.
Of course, he quickly realized this was another form of music expression.
The opponent wasn't a Patient, and this music was not the biological melody expressed by DNA, but a malicious special expression, restoring the classic music recorded between its literary mediums,
the kind that always plays in the background when a Murderer in the movies is about to start a Slaughter.
A feeling absolutely different from before surrounded Reagan, even Miss Faye, who often came out during dangerous moments, was hiding inside Reagan at this moment, as if recalling the moments she was once slaughtered.
All alarm systems inside Reagan were fully activated, mechanical lubricating oil seeping from his forehead, quickly passing a message to Yi Chen below.
