Zhou Han, an orphan suffering from severe social anxiety, has lived like a frightened bird for twenty-three years. Until that day, when he was cornered by his greedy neighbors, a mechanical voice suddenly sounded in his head: "Ding! The mind-reading system is activated - it detects that the host is on the verge of emotional collapse, and forcibly activates the first level of ability: passive mind-reading."
At that moment, he finally heard everyone's voices.
The seemingly enthusiastic landlady: This fool's rent should be increased.
The sanctimonious white-collar worker said: The job position for this rubbish company is just for my cousin.
Gentle and considerate girlfriend: If it weren't for the legacy left by his father, who would accompany this psychopath?
The most harsh thing is the voice of neighbor Wang Jianguo: "This boy's antiques left by his father must be obtained tonight. Send him to a mental hospital tomorrow."
Zhou Han smiled. He took the initiative to speak for the first time: "Uncle Wang, that purple clay pot is a fake. It's really in the basement of my house. Do you want to go take a look together?"
On this day, everyone who had an idea for him felt the fear of social terror for the first time.
