James Reed suddenly snatched the paper, his eyes were bloodshot, staring at it as if he wanted to pierce through that sheet.
The surrounding chatter sounded like thousands of flies buzzing around.
In a daze, James Reed felt as if someone was calling him. He looked up absentmindedly, finally tearing his gaze from the printed paper and looking at Ophelia Wilson who was pushing him and shaking him constantly.
Watching her lips open and close repeatedly, it seemed she was saying something excitedly. However, the surrounding noise was too chaotic, buzzing, he couldn't distinguish it.
For some reason, all the sounds suddenly seemed muffled, as if through a layer of cotton, as they slowly faded away beside James Reed's ear. Even the dazzling sunlight became dimmer, the world was spinning rapidly, twisting and finally completely lost all color, falling into chaotic darkness.
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