"Don't rush, take your time," the psychologist was still trying to guide the other party's emotions, completely unaware that intricate cracks had already appeared on the floor under the soldier's chair, with batches of black hair-like things emerging from the cracks.
"Something's wrong," Ganna said in a deep voice, "Stop the consultation immediately! He's starting to transform! Look at his feet!"
"No need to panic, we all know he's transforming," Sun Hang said coldly, staring at the soldier on the other side of the one-way glass whose limbs had begun to distort, "Continue, don't stop."
"But, but..." The psychologist hesitated slightly, glancing at the soldier who had become like a grotesque form in the armchair, turned his head and whispered to Sun Hang, "He... it seems... can't communicate with us normally..."
