So, it might as well be more straightforward to “admit” it openly, which actually fits the other party’s suspicions even better.

Sure enough, hearing him be so “honest,” Captain Miller finally relaxed: “At your age, it’s normal to imagine the future, but it’s best not to let your thoughts run wild. Especially about mutants—it’s not as wonderful as you think! What you might face... is life and death! Alright, your classmate is in bed 306 on the fifth floor, go see him yourself!”

Knowing he had passed this test, William Carter turned and left.

Glancing quietly, the second head of the person in the mirror had already shrunk back, hanging quietly on the shoulder, motionless, as if the sniffing just now was all an illusion.

“How did it go?”

As soon as he left, another person in camouflage came over.

Captain Miller: “He’s an ordinary person! But still, be careful. Turn on the surveillance and keep an eye on his actions. If anything seems off, detain him first and ask questions later.”

The person in camouflage frowned: “Arresting someone without evidence... won’t that cause panic?”

Captain Miller shook his head: “Extraordinary times call for extraordinary measures. You experienced what happened yesterday yourself, you should understand how much impact letting a mutant monster go could have!”

His expression changed, and the person in camouflage became serious: “I understand.”

He turned and walked out.

As soon as he left, the second head of Captain Miller in the mirror stretched out again, its long neck writhing like a python.

But no one saw this scene.

Chapter 9: David Bolton in the Mirror

Inside the elevator.

William Carter was reflecting.

From what just happened, he had obtained two important pieces of information.

First, he could see the special traits of mutants through mirrors, even ordinary ones. And it seemed only he could see them—others couldn’t, or else they would have been on guard already.

Second, Captain Miller wasn’t crazy or sick, but had mutated. He looked normal, so... could it be that besides being possessed, he could also control the other party?

Ding!

The fifth floor arrived.

He found bed 306.

It was a private room, with only his deskmate as a patient, lying motionless. Each wrist had a special metal bracelet, connected to wires and instruments—he didn’t know what they were measuring. An IV was hanging, with medicine slowly dripping in.

The head wound had been better bandaged and was much improved.

“Edward Bolton, you must be alright...”

Calling out in concern, William Carter turned his back to the camera, appearing to help tuck in the blanket, but in reality, his hand quietly slipped into the other’s pocket.

Soon, he took out a folding mirror.

His deskmate liked to look good and carried this everywhere. When he woke from a nightmare yesterday, it was this mirror that helped him quickly recover his memory.

He slowly opened it and looked around.

The mirror reflected David Bolton’s face—nothing unusual, no extra head, no strange shadow.

William Carter frowned.

He had just tested it—he could see Captain Miller’s second head in an ordinary mirror. If this person had a problem, he wouldn’t be able to hide either.

He changed the angle, scanning the whole bed, but still found nothing.

Could it be... the mirror image that attacked yesterday had already been destroyed, or had completely taken over?

If so, it meant his deskmate was already dead, replaced by someone else!

No, that can’t be!

Whether possessed or possessing, he should have woken up by now.

Lost in thought, he flipped the mirror, and his own reflection appeared.

Then he saw another David Bolton lying on his back, gasping for breath.

Blood rushed to his head, William Carter’s scalp tingled, and his heart clenched as if gripped by a hand.

When did it get there?

And why was it on his back?

And as the person involved, why didn’t he feel anything at all!

His fist clenched under his school uniform as he quietly looked at the mirror.

The other’s reflection also looked over, the two locking eyes.

He forced himself to stay calm, not showing any sign of abnormality on his face.

The other didn’t react either—sure enough, he couldn’t see himself in the mirror.

“Only I can see it...”

William Carter confirmed this once again.

If the other party could, like him, see the mirror image through the mirror, he would definitely attack without hesitation.

Now, being so calm, it must be because he thought William Carter couldn’t discover him.

Maybe he could use this information gap to do something.

With that thought, his mind became active.

“【Destruction Level】definitely isn’t strong, otherwise David Bolton wouldn’t have survived. In that case, is there a way I can catch it? But... how?”

After three years as deskmates, he knew a lot about David Bolton’s condition. Running 200 meters would leave him lying on the ground gasping for ages. In one word: weak. And not just ordinarily weak—the kind that even Liuwei Dihuang pills wouldn’t help.

With such a frail constitution, even illegal travelers couldn’t possess him successfully, which showed how feeble he was.

Of course, even if it wasn’t strong, William Carter couldn’t do much.

Even though he had taken body-tempering serum and his body had been strengthened a lot, he still didn’t have any mutant abilities. Against something only visible in the mirror, he had strength but nowhere to use it, and didn’t know how to deal with it.

But no matter what, he had to take action.