“So impressive, is this the legendary body type that never gets fat no matter how much you eat? I’m so jealous…”

“Hey, you’re focusing on something weird. Shouldn’t we really call 120?”

“Call what? The hospital is right next door anyway. But seriously, how is that guy’s stomach even built?”

“How much more do you think he can eat?”

……

William Carter lowered his head and lifted the lid off a new basket of buns, frowning helplessly.

For some reason, ever since a few minutes ago, his senses had become unusually sharp. Occasionally, when he looked up at the door, he could even see the tiny dust swirling in the wind.

Those whispered conversations seemed to ring right in his ears, and even the stares felt almost tangible, making him a bit uncomfortable.

Picking up a steaming bun with his chopsticks, William Carter looked down at the small dish in front of him.

In the vinegar dish filled with oil and chili, William Carter could even clearly see his own reflection, and in his eyes, which had once been dull, there was now a vivid blue-green radiance, as if they had come alive…

As William Carter devoured the food, it seemed to awaken from withering, making every cell in his body roar with the sound of ‘hunger’.

In just two minutes, another basket of buns was swept into his stomach. William Carter put down his chopsticks and said to the stunned owner in the distance, “Auntie, another basket, please.”

The elderly woman, looking a bit worried, wiped her hands on her apron and said helplessly, “Young man… even if you’re heartbroken, you can’t binge eat like this. You’ll hurt your stomach if you keep going.”

As she spoke, she turned to look at the stack of steamer baskets on his table, piled up to a meter and a half high…

“All right.”

William Carter nodded helplessly. Looks like he couldn’t keep eating at this place; he was about seventy percent full anyway.

Just as he was about to leave with a pile of things, his phone suddenly received another text message.

The message was from Olivia Smith—‘The couple just came to the police station to report the case. We’ll head to the Lu family in three minutes. Try to get there quickly.’

He paused for a moment, then smiled: “That’s fast.”

Putting away his phone, he went out and flagged down a taxi, saying with a cold smile, “To the traffic police squad.”

……

“Hey, officer, you have to look carefully. That little bastard beat up my old man like this. You can’t let that little brat off the hook.”

In the police car, the middle-aged man sitting in the front passenger seat frowned irritably at the endless chatter from behind.

Finally unable to stand her noise, the middle-aged police officer tried hard to keep a calm face, turned to the spitting, chubby woman, and forced a polite smile:

“Don’t worry, we will definitely punish the perpetrator severely and bring him to justice.”

As he spoke, he put away his phone as if nothing had happened.

……

On the other side of the city, a traffic cop who was busy writing at his desk looked up in surprise at William Carter: “You’re the young man Little Wang mentioned, the one who got hit by a car?”

William Carter smiled and handed over his medical records and examination results.

The traffic cop was taken aback. He had only planned to go through the motions as a favor to a friend, so he didn’t really understand what William Carter meant.

Puzzled, he took the documents and started flipping through them.

It was a long time before he finally looked up, stunned: “Whoa… you really got hit by a car?”

William Carter leaned back in his chair and nodded seriously: “Yeah, really. I almost ended up paralyzed.”

Hearing that it was true, the traffic cop, whose badge read ‘John Thompson’, became much more serious. He pulled out a notebook: “Location.”

“Friendship Road heading into the city from the Second Ring, probably near the industrial area?” William Carter thought carefully and said, “Next to the High-Tech Park. I remember I had just passed the entrance to the machinery factory.”

“And the time?”

“It should have been between 9:40 and 10:10 p.m.”

……

After finishing the statement last night, the traffic cop put away his notebook and called out to his colleague in the next room: “Who can pull up the footage from the intersection at the machinery factory from last night?”

Soon, the temporary footage stored in the switchboard was retrieved. The man with glasses, looking troubled, said, “Good thing you wanted footage from after nine. If it was from midnight, I wouldn’t be able to get it for you.”

John Thompson asked, “What happened?”

The flustered technician couldn’t help complaining, “All the cameras in that area went down after midnight last night. I’ve already called three times for someone to fix them.”

With a sympathetic chuckle, John Thompson lowered his head and started watching the footage sent over to his computer.

Three minutes later, after watching it, he couldn’t help but light a cigarette, then watched it again, and then a third and fourth time.

Finally, he was sure that the figure flying across the screen wasn’t an illusion. He looked up in disbelief at the silently waiting William Carter.

“Hey, kid… how did you survive that?”

William Carter tilted his head, thought for a moment, then smiled: “I guess I was just lucky?”

And so, the case was officially filed.