Before my deskmate was possessed yesterday, I saw his reflection crawl out from inside the mirror. Now this Captain Miller is the same—could it be that... inside the mirror, you can't see ordinary people, but you can see mutants?

But... camouflage uniforms represent the authorities, the spiritual pillar and hope of ordinary people. If even they are possessed, how many people will suffer as a result?

The key point is, the other party looks completely normal—neither banging into walls nor looking for his beloved concubine... If even people like this mutate, doesn't that mean anyone around you could be abnormal?

A chill rose from the soles of his feet. William Carter felt as if he were in a jungle, seeing everyone as a skilled hunter, carefully disguising themselves. If anyone slipped up, it would mean a fatal blow.

He glanced up at the sky again.

The second head of Captain Miller, seeing him remain silent, grew impatient, licking its lips as if it might leap off his shoulder at any moment.

Suppressing his shock, William Carter's face flushed red, looking flustered and at a loss: "Call... David Bolton!"

Captain Miller took out his phone and checked: "He’s the No. 2 High School student brought in last night. Still unconscious, hasn’t woken up yet. Do you want to see him?"

"Can I?" William Carter showed a look of longing in his eyes, but inside he was unspeakably nervous.

Because, through the mirror, he saw the second head staring right at him... Not only that, it was unconsciously licking its lips, as if seeing something delicious!

Not only that, Captain Miller's right hand also moved closer to his waist, ready to draw a weapon at a moment’s notice.

It seemed that if he made even the slightest wrong move, he’d be shot on the spot.

Cold sweat trickled down his back.

This place was less like a rescue center and more like a bandit’s den!

"If not, then forget it..."

With an awkward smile, William Carter felt the urge to back out, but before he could finish, Captain Miller interrupted: "Of course you can. Come with me. But you must follow orders and not wander off."

"Yes!"

William Carter wanted to refuse, but seeing the camouflaged soldiers around him staring intently, ready to shoot at any moment, he had no choice but to grit his teeth and agree.

He just wanted to check on his classmate and complete his task, but ended up being pushed onto the stage.

Still too inexperienced—he should have scoped things out more carefully beforehand.

……

Captain Miller walked in front, William Carter followed closely behind, sneaking a glance at the other soldiers in camouflage—nothing unusual about them.

They entered the building.

In the mirror, he could no longer see heads or anything else; naturally, they had disappeared.

Afraid of being ambushed when he couldn’t see, William Carter deliberately widened the distance between them.

Instead of the ward, they arrived at a room where Captain Miller sat down: "Don’t be nervous, student. You know the current situation. This is just a routine inquiry. You’ll need to answer some questions before you can go in!"

"Yes!"

Rubbing his hands obediently, William Carter pretended to be shy, while actually observing his surroundings.

It was a normal doctor’s office, not very big. Behind the door was a coat rack, a cabinet for medical equipment, and on the wall not far from the rack hung a mirror about two feet high and one foot wide.

It looked a bit makeshift, probably temporarily requisitioned.

"I can see the reflections of mutants in the sky’s mirror—can I see them in an ordinary mirror too?"

A thought popped into his mind.

Thinking of this, he didn’t say anything, just took a small step back, positioning himself at a symmetrical angle in the mirror so he could see Captain Miller sitting opposite.

The latter didn’t notice his movement and took out pen and paper: "What’s your name? What’s your relationship with David Bolton? Since the mirror appeared, have you had any strange experiences?"

"My name is William Carter, he’s my deskmate..."

While explaining, William Carter secretly glanced at the mirror, and sure enough, saw something. But after just one look, his scalp tingled.

The other’s second head, at some point, had stopped right in front of him, less than a fist’s distance from his face. Its neck, like a snake, stretched through the air—extremely eerie.

Huff!

Its nose pressed up to his neck, sniffing all around.

Like tasting a delicacy—first, you have to smell it...

Saliva and blood from its eyes slowly dripped down. Even though none of it landed on him, he still felt unspeakably disgusted.

Knowing his situation—if he showed any abnormality, he might immediately be taken as a mutant—William Carter forced down his revulsion, disgust, and fear, keeping a perfectly natural expression on his face.

As if he hadn’t seen anything at all.

Seeing the boy’s tone and mood unchanged, Captain Miller finally relaxed, though still displeased: "You’re really just visiting? Tell the truth!"

"I..."

His face turned pale, as if his mask had been ripped off. William Carter looked conflicted, seeming too honest and naive, flustered and at a loss: "I’ll be honest... I read online that anyone who goes crazy might become a mutant, so I guessed he already was one. I wanted to come see for myself, and if it was true, maybe I could learn something! In case I get the chance, I can be prepared in advance..."

His voice grew softer and softer, as if he wished he could dig a three-bedroom apartment into the floor.

The highest level of lying is nine truths and one lie—if it’s all lies, it’s the most clumsy.

Just being worried because they’re close and running over here... Even a fool wouldn’t believe that!