Looking down, David Bolton had already opened his eyes, staring at the stark white wall and the IV drip on his arm, his face full of confusion.

It was just running into a wall... was it really that serious?

William Carter let out a sigh of relief. It seemed, just as he had guessed, that as long as the mirror image was erased, the person who had been possessed could regain consciousness.

“Good, you’re awake! You’re in the hospi—”

He had just started to reply when, all of a sudden, a piercing alarm sounded in the room. The next moment, four soldiers in camouflage uniforms rushed straight in, all raising their weapons in unison.

Three aimed at his deskmate, and one aimed at him.

William Carter's expression changed.

Could it be... that Captain Miller really had been possessed, and after seeing his kind killed, was now planning to silence them?

……

……

Office.

Hearing the alarm, Captain Miller, who had been taking notes, raised his eyebrows and suddenly stood up.

“What’s going on?”

The young man in camouflage from earlier hurried over. “Reporting, Captain, that David Bolton from No. 2 High School has woken up!”

Captain Miller was taken aback. “Was it... the student who just went in that woke him?”

The young man in camouflage nodded, also looking a bit incredulous.

He had been monitoring the whole process after receiving the order. The other party hadn’t done anything out of line—just tucked in the blanket, straightened his clothes, then stood by the bed and called out a few times.

Actually, the reason Captain Miller had so readily agreed to the visit had another purpose: he wanted to see if a call from a friend or family member would have any effect.

He hadn’t expected it to actually work.

But from yesterday until now, other friends and family had come and tried similar things, and nothing had happened. Why was it only this time that it worked?

As for whether he woke up on his own...

Unlikely!

How did he manage it?

“Let’s go take a look!”

Frowning, Captain Miller strode toward the elevator.

Entering the hospital room, he immediately saw the boy called William Carter, his face deathly pale, clutching his head with both hands, so frightened he couldn’t even speak.

Captain Miller observed carefully.

This couldn’t be faked—he was so pale there wasn’t a trace of blood in his face. Judging by this, he was truly a student who had never seen the world.

Timid and cowardly, but with an insatiable curiosity.

He had previously suspected that the boy might be a mutant, which was how he managed to wake David Bolton. But now, it seemed it had nothing to do with him.

Thinking this, he waved his hand. “Put your weapons away.”

“Yes, sir!” The four soldiers in camouflage said no more, stepping back in unison. However, they still stood alertly around the room. It looked like, even though their guns were put away, if they really wanted to act, it would take less than a second to kill the two of them on the spot.

William Carter didn’t dare move a muscle, but his eyes darted around, searching for an escape route.

After a while, he was filled with helplessness.

There was only one exit to the room, already guarded by the soldiers. The window had security bars—no way to squeeze through... The deskmate’s mirror was too small; at most, a fist could fit through, but definitely not a person.

Unaware of his thoughts, Captain Miller shook his head and reassured him, “Don’t be nervous. As long as you don’t do anything dangerous, they won’t lay a hand on you.”

With that assurance, the boy finally let out a sigh of relief, shakily getting to his feet, though he still didn’t feel safe and shrank into the corner.

His evaluation of the boy dropped even further. Captain Miller ignored him and instead looked at David Bolton on the bed.

At this moment, the deskmate was still a bit dazed, as if he hadn’t processed what was happening. After a moment of confusion, he looked over, a bit tentative. “Are we filming a movie?”

Seeing no one answered, he suddenly realized, “Is this a murder mystery game?”

“Ahem!”

Seeing this guy’s guesses getting more and more ridiculous, Captain Miller interrupted him. “I am the captain of the Lunan Special Operations Team, Andrew Miller! I have some questions for you, and I hope you’ll cooperate.”

“Special Operations Team?”

David Bolton turned to look at William Carter. Seeing him nod, he finally nodded back, still bewildered. “Okay!”

“Yesterday, why did you run into the wall? After you lost consciousness, did you have any dreams or similar experiences?”

Captain Miller asked.

“Um...”

Delving into his memories, Edward Bolton quickly showed a look of terror. “Yesterday I was in class when my head suddenly felt foggy, and then I started having a nightmare. I saw someone who looked exactly like me come over to kill me, so I tried to fight back. While dodging, I ran into the wall, and then... I don’t remember anything else!”

Captain Miller nodded, his gaze suddenly turning serious. “Did you kill the other person?”

“Huh?”

David Bolton was stunned. “No, that’s all I remember...”

Captain Miller frowned, took two steps forward, circled around him as if trying to see something, but found nothing. After a moment, he waved his hand.

Whoosh!

A soldier in camouflage came over and nodded, then placed his finger on a button on the table. He looked at the deskmate apologetically. “Sorry about this!”

“???”

David Bolton was confused. “What...”

Before he could finish, he felt a surge of electricity flow from the metal ring on his wrist. His body suddenly went rigid, his lips trembling uncontrollably. “E-e-e-e-e...”

“You—”

William Carter's face changed.

Electric torture...

And at a pretty high voltage!