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The mysterious voice sounded in my mind again: "Welcome to the world of superpowers, the new superpower officer." The man took off his sunglasses, revealing a pair of sharp eyes: "Mr. Rong, it seems that you have adapted to the new ability." His voice was low and sweet, with the same frequency as the mysterious call last night. Rong Lu stood there, his palms covered with sweat. On the way home, he actively used his mind-reading skills to observe the people around him for the first time. The fruit seller is worried about her grandson's tuition, the security guard on patrol misses her family far away, and the bus driver is humming old songs from thirty years ago. It turns out that behind those trivial thoughts, there are vivid lives. Back at the rental house, he looked at himself tired in the mirror. "Is all this true?"