“Impossible…” Since Ethan Logan was lying on his side facing the wall, even if he opened his eyes at this moment, he didn’t have to worry about being seen from the other person’s angle. “Even without using my eyes, I can instantly sense any movement within a ten-meter radius… But this person… actually managed to approach me without a sound?”

While he was pondering, that shadowy figure had already begun to move.

He saw the shadow slowly bend down, leaning in, bringing her face right next to Ethan Logan’s head.

Just then, dark clouds covered the moon outside the window, and the room suddenly became so dark that you couldn’t see your hand in front of your face.

In the darkness, a voice—a woman’s voice—whispered so softly that only Ethan Logan could hear it, right by his ear: “He is my prey, and I found him first. If you still know the rules, leave tomorrow. Otherwise… I’ll come for you again, at a different time, in a different way…”

As the last word “you” entered Ethan Logan’s ear, the shadow vanished as well.

Immediately after, moonlight once again streamed in through the window.

Ethan Logan turned over and looked back… The boy on the opposite bunk was still sound asleep. Other than him and himself, there was no one else in the room.

Outside the window, a few cold stars hung in the night sky, and a crescent moon tilted above. Looking out, where was there any dark cloud that could cover the moon?

Everything just now seemed like nothing more than a brief nightmare.

But, Ethan Logan never dreams.

“Hmm…” Two seconds later, Ethan Logan let out a thoughtful hum, then took a deep sniff through his nose, and successfully caught a faint trace of fragrance in the air… “Heh…” At that moment, he couldn’t help but chuckle, “Now this is interesting… I thought I was just here for hotpot, but I didn’t expect ‘dessert’ to be delivered right to my door as soon as I sat down…” He licked his lips and muttered, “‘That guy’ definitely knew about this, but deliberately didn’t tell me… Hmm… And he talked about ‘two things’—now there are at least ‘four,’ aren’t there.”

Chapter 3: Questioning

November 26th, 10:00 a.m. sharp, Linyi City Federal Police Department, an interrogation room.

“Let’s formally introduce ourselves…” A white man in a suit walked to the table and extended his hand to Logan Carter. “I am Lieutenant Mark Scram, from the EAS (Extra Ability Supervisor) Asian Division.”

“Logan Carter.” Logan Carter reported his name calmly and stood up to shake hands with the other. “FCPS agent, currently on leave.”

“Nice to meet you, Agent Carter.” As Scram sat down, he smoothly pulled an I-PEN from the inside pocket of his jacket and quickly projected its screen onto the table. “Before we begin, I’d like to reiterate: this is not an interrogation, just a simple questioning. As for recording via video… that’s just standard procedure required by our organization.”

“No problem, we’re all working for the Federation. I understand.” Logan Carter sat back down, responding in a very calm tone.

“Good.” Scram nodded. “Well then…” As he spoke, he activated the recording function on his I-PEN. “Let’s get started.”

“Go ahead.” Logan Carter replied.

“Please repeat your name and position.” Scram said.

“Logan Carter, Senior Agent of the Federal Public Safety Committee.” This was the Nth time Logan Carter had repeated this today, but he showed no sign of impatience.

“Regarding the incident yesterday evening, please start from the beginning and describe it in detail.” Scram.

“Alright.” Logan Carter replied, then fell silent for a few seconds.

During those few seconds, Scram’s gaze remained fixed on his face, as if trying to see right through him.

Objectively speaking, this was rather impolite, but he didn’t care.

Scram wasn’t here to make friends; he was here to investigate. The only thing he needed to do was obtain the information the organization required and verify its authenticity. Everything else… was unimportant.

“Around 6:30 p.m., I left Dr. Clark’s clinic…” A few seconds later, Logan Carter seemed to have organized his thoughts and began to speak.

Unexpectedly, he was interrupted halfway through his sentence.

“Sorry, may I ask what you went to the clinic for?” Scram asked quickly.

“Psychological evaluation.” Logan Carter replied with those four words, paused, and then, imitating the other’s phrasing, said, “Of course, that doesn’t mean I’m mentally ill. It’s just… standard procedure in our organization.”

“Heh, understood.” Scram chuckled, gesturing with his hand for him to continue. “Please go on.”

So, Logan Carter recounted in detail how he encountered the police officer, heard the report call, requisitioned the officer’s gun and motorcycle.

In fact, Scram already knew all this before entering the room; before meeting Logan Carter, he had already questioned that officer and confirmed the information through street surveillance.