About twenty minutes later, before An Chen could refresh his phone, the mobile app suddenly pushed a large number of news articles to him.
“A senior executive of a famous company mysteriously disappeared in front of his employees after returning to his office, then mysteriously reappeared, only to become a corpse.”
“A man walked out of the stairwell and his head separated from his body.”
“A woman entered an elevator and died mysteriously.”
“Famous singer missing.”
…
An Chen looked at these messages, and his heart rate suddenly quickened.
There really were so many people who died.
However, An Chen quickly calmed down.
Survivorship bias, this is survivorship bias.
During World War II, in order to reduce the probability of planes being shot down by artillery fire, the Allies chose to reinforce certain areas of the planes. Statistics showed that the wings were hit most frequently, while the tail was hit the least.
Therefore, the military believed that the wings should be reinforced.
But this was obviously wrong, because all they could count were the planes that returned safely, while the planes whose tails were hit could not return, so the tail should be reinforced.
Those “invisible bullet holes” were even more fatal.
When the source of information comes only from survivors, this information may deviate from the actual situation. This is survivorship bias.
The current situation is the same.
Only these bizarre cases of death would be heavily reported by the media and presented before him, so the information he received was biased.
There were many more cases that had not been counted, and the number of living Transcendents was very likely to be far greater than the number of those who died.
These bizarre incidents were expressed almost simultaneously, and now it was the peak time after work or school, or for overtime and slacking off, which immediately caused an uproar on the internet.
“Why are there so many strange things happening recently?”
“No, is it true or false?”
“Have you noticed that they all walked through a door before suddenly disappearing and then suddenly dying!”
“Could it be related to that door?”
“This must be Photoshopped, how could such a bizarre thing happen!”
Most people were clearly still in the dark until a big influencer posted a video.
This big influencer was a blogger with millions of followers, a very good-looking girl who usually liked to share makeup and fashion.
Without exception, in all her videos, she would always make herself look beautiful with makeup.
But in her latest video, she was pale, her un-made-up, uneven face shown on camera, and her eyes staring at the camera even looked a little hollow.
“First, let me state that everything I am about to say is true and not something I made up.”
Seeing this opening, An Chen already knew what she was going to say next, but he still continued to watch.
“Two days ago… no, I should say just now, at exactly six o’clock in the evening, I entered the bedroom in my house, but after passing through that bedroom door, I arrived in another world. It was a… world where technology was not developed, but there was a special power… to put it simply, it was a Cultivation world, just like in novels.”
“I Transmigrated to a city in that world, and I personally saw Cultivator who could manipulate objects out of thin air and fly in the sky. They fit almost all of our impressions of Cultivator. I don't know how to describe it… I even suspect that Cultivation novels were written based on them!”
“I was lost, not knowing where to go. After dark, I was still wandering the streets, thus violating the curfew in that world. I was arrested and put into a cell, where they tortured me…”
At this point, the female blogger covered her face and wept, turning her back to the camera.
She was wearing a T-shirt with many stains on it, perhaps she Transmigrated wearing that very shirt.
She lifted her top, revealing bloody whip marks on her back.
After crying for a long time, she tremblingly turned back, saying with a choked voice:
“This is my proof of Transmigration.”
“For convenience of management, it seems that some large cities do have curfew regulations. Wandering the streets in the middle of the night will lead to arrest and flogging.”
Su Xiaojiu held her phone and watched the same video, clicking her tongue.
An Chen now finally understood why Yuan Lihuan had to call suspected Transcendents one by one to verify if they were dead or alive.
If one truly became a Transcendent without his good luck, the mortality rate might indeed be very high.
Most people would not have any understanding of the Kyushu Continent before going, like him, and thus be unprepared.
If one was in a city, knowing nothing, it would be easy to arouse suspicion, and being arrested was a high probability.
It would be even worse in market towns or villages; a strange face suddenly appearing in a place where everyone knows each other, dressed in strange clothes, would attract even more attention.
If in the wild… without some wilderness survival knowledge, one would be half-dead after two days.
Perhaps many people could survive, but even if the mortality rate reached one-third, it would still be a terrifying number.
The video ended here, and An Chen scrolled the page to view the newly added comments below.
Some people had gradually seen the clues and connected this matter to the large number of disappearances and bizarre deaths that had just occurred.
Even more, some immediately linked it to the strange people who appeared two days ago, organized their thoughts, and posted them in the comment section.
With this female blogger, more and more similar videos appeared online. Most of them claimed to have Transmigrated to another world, and some even showed things they brought back from that world. Some were strange plants, some were ancient tools, and some also showed their scars from torture.
However, An Chen could easily distinguish that some of them were completely acting to gain popularity.
For example, there was a person who haphazardly made two scars on his back and claimed to have Transmigrated, saying that an immortal master in that world took him as a Disciple and bestowed upon him a Medicinal Pill for eternal life, and he even showed something resembling a mud ball as a display, and then proceeded to sell medicine.
“Stupid.”
An Chen softly uttered these two words.
“Hmm?”
Su Xiaojiu heard An Chen's complaint, somewhat puzzled.
“Why are you scolding them?”
“Because they are indeed stupid.”
An Chen turned off his phone and looked at Su Xiaojiu's phone screen, finding that she was using handwriting input, laboriously typing a comment in the comment section of the person selling medicine, trying to refute the blogger's words.
An Chen snatched the phone and deleted the comment.
“Don't post such comments, it's unnecessary. Smart people naturally won't believe it, and unintelligent people will believe it even if you tell them. It's normal for some money that doesn't match one's intelligence to flow into society in various ways.”