Hearing David Thompson's question, Grace Miller lightly tapped her fingers on the table, suddenly looked at David Thompson, and said, "What do you think? Also, I just noticed how calm you were—honestly, even calmer than many veteran inspectors. You didn't panic at all in this situation, which is really rare. After graduating from the Inspector Academy, why didn't you take the inspector exam? Not becoming an inspector seems like a bit of a waste for you."

David Thompson's heart tightened. He had to admit, during their previous meeting, although he had seen Grace Miller's decisiveness and hatred of evil, they hadn't really interacted one-on-one.

At this moment, David Thompson could finally feel the pressure she brought him.

But David Thompson had always had excellent mental fortitude, not to mention his past adventure and travel experiences far exceeded those of ordinary people. Now, with the confidence brought by pushing his body to its limits, he could face anything calmly.

Not to mention, David Thompson was holding the red fruit in one hand, just resting it on the table, and Grace Miller hadn't noticed. That made things feel even more surreal.

"It's nothing, really. After all, I studied at the academy for several years, and during my internship before graduation, I saw a few minor incidents. Plus, I like traveling and adventure, and I'm into extreme sports. I've heard about all sorts of strange things and have even encountered some unusual situations myself."

"On top of that, I've run into wolf packs and lone wolves in the wild, even killed a wolf before, and seen some wild beasts. So I guess I can adapt and accept things faster than most people."

After finishing, David Thompson said without hesitation, "Captain Miller, this is just your professional habit, right? Let me ask you something—why are you interrogating me instead? Is there something you can't talk about?"

Hearing this, Grace Miller gave an apologetic smile.

"Sorry, it's true, I do have some professional habits. I'm not interrogating you. It's just that you're different from most fresh graduates. As for this matter..."

Grace Miller hesitated for a moment and said, "It really is out of the ordinary. In a bit, you'll have to come back with me to sign a confidentiality agreement. I can't tell you too much, but rest assured, with the evidence you provided, Ethan Clark will definitely be fine."

"As for the rest, to be honest, I only know a little more than you do, not much. Just treat this as a normal act of bravery and being a witness. The rest will be explained when you sign the confidentiality agreement."

David Thompson understood. "I knew it—anything supernatural is definitely not normal..."

As he said this, David Thompson became even more alert inside.

It seemed he was right to always be cautious. At this moment, he even casually put his hand in his pocket, still holding the red fruit, but no longer leaving it on the table as before.

"Supernatural things..."

Grace Miller repeated David Thompson's words, then said, "That's one way to put it. As long as you understand, that's good. How should I put it... not knowing about these things might not be a bad thing for you..."

"Bang... Captain, someone is trying to take Ethan Clark away, and Director Parker is coming with them..." Just then, someone suddenly rushed in, speaking anxiously.

"On what grounds? This is our Major Crimes Unit's case—no one can take Ethan Clark away. The Wu family doesn't run Jianghai yet. Let's go..."

As soon as she heard this, Grace Miller became anxious, ignored David Thompson, and rushed out.

Chapter 8 The Doorway to the Unknown World

David Thompson also wanted to know what was happening, but there were still inspectors guarding the door on his side, and since his statement wasn't finished, he couldn't leave, let alone just follow after them. At this moment, David Thompson was holding his phone in one hand, seemingly just fiddling with it, calmly playing a match-three game.

But in reality, he was mostly looking at the red fruit in his hand.

The red fruit looked crystal clear.

Just looking at it made David Thompson want to eat it immediately, and his stomach grumbled in response.

An even more intense hunger than after days without food hit him again.

This fruit was much bigger than the black one, and the faint fragrance it gave off was even more tempting.

He squeezed it a bit; it felt very real.

Because his mind wasn't on the game, he quickly lost.

David Thompson simply took a selfie, and then, like some mindless teenager, started looking at his own photo.

In reality, he was studying it—he couldn't see the red fruit in his hand in the photo. Clearly, with modern imaging equipment—at least with ordinary versions—the red fruit was invisible.

Invisible? An energy existence?

Given that this thing would dissipate if it left him for a certain distance, David Thompson felt the root of the problem was still himself.

Something must have changed in his body, but for now, he didn't know what...

Although he really wanted to eat the fruit right now, David Thompson remembered how his body expelled a layer of filth after eating the black fruit, and he wasn't sure what would happen if he ate the red one.

So at this moment, he was forcefully suppressing that urge, like someone dying of thirst but still resisting the urge to drink the water right in front of him.

The more he resisted, the louder his stomach growled.

In the end, David Thompson simply closed his eyes and put his hand in his pocket, refusing to look at or study it any further...