It seems the previous guess was correct. That point of light is the fragment that entered the body three years ago. As for why it appears so large now, it should be because his own consciousness has shrunk.

There was a layer of fog on the surface of the mirror, making it hard to see clearly.

He reached out and wiped it; the fog was quickly cleared away.

His own reflection stood quietly within, motionless, with a faint sense of despair in its eyes.

"Something's not right..."

William Carter's expression changed slightly.

What appeared in the mirror was not his current reflection, but... himself as he was when he was killed during the first nightmare!

Chapter Fourteen: The Experience of the First Nightmare

Although three years have passed, because it was the first time he "killed someone," the memory was extremely vivid and he hadn't forgotten a single detail. Now, recalling it, everything was still fresh in his mind:

A rainy night.

He sat up with a bit of a headache, only to realize he was lying in a roadside ditch, with a bottomless cliff behind him.

Struggling to climb up, he saw the mountain road spiraling and stretching out, not knowing where it led. There was a sedan parked by the side, and on the other side of the slope, tombstones and graves were scattered everywhere, making the night seem especially eerie and terrifying.

"Where is this? Where am I?"

There was no one in the car, only the low rumble of the engine.

"My car?"

He quickly found the registration and driver's license. Seeing the name on them, William Carter breathed a sigh of relief.

He got into the car and started driving forward.

On the road, there were no other vehicles, no streetlights, only the sound of heavy rain beating against the windows and the friction of the tires on the road.

As he was wondering why he appeared here, an anxious shout rang out, and then a young man stood by the roadside, waving at him nonstop.

In the pouring rain, he couldn't hear what was being said, nor could he see the person's face clearly. He could only see a thick raincoat, and behind him was dense darkness, like a shadow, viscous enough to swallow a person whole.

On an empty road, someone was waving... Should he stop or not?

After thinking for a moment, William Carter gritted his teeth and kept going.

It wasn't that he was unwilling to help, but in this situation, no one could guarantee whether the other person was good or bad.

The car drove past.

Nothing strange happened.

He glanced back quietly; there was no one in the back seat either.

He was still alone.

Breathing a sigh of relief, he hadn't gone far when the shouting sounded again.

Another young man appeared by the roadside, exactly the same as the one he had just seen, as if the previous scene had replayed itself.

A chill ran down his spine, and William Carter's whole body tensed up.

He was sure he hadn't turned around just now, and according to the navigation, he had driven at least ten kilometers...

Teleportation?

How could that be possible!

He floored the accelerator and sped past again.

The first time, he didn't dare to stop; this time, he couldn't stop. Otherwise, who knew what would happen.

The shouting sounded again, and another figure appeared, still wearing a raincoat, standing by the roadside.

Panic rising in his heart, William Carter kept pressing the accelerator.

Three identical figures in a row—there was no way this was nothing.

Seeing him speeding up, the figure seemed to get anxious, suddenly darting forward to block the road, trying to force him to stop.

His face changed, and William Carter hurriedly hit the brakes. The wet ground screeched with sharp friction as the car slid forward, but... it was already too late.

Bang!

With a loud crash, the figure was knocked more than ten meters away, tumbling into the roadside ditch.

Face pale, William Carter sat trembling in the car.

"As long as I can save him, it doesn't count as murder..."

Gritting his teeth, he put on a raincoat and got out of the car.

It was pitch black; he couldn't see anything. The roadside was muddy, and as soon as he got close, his foot slipped and he fell, his vision going black as he lost consciousness.

He didn't know how long had passed before he slowly woke up. Only then did William Carter realize he had landed on a rocky outcrop about three meters above the ground. If it hadn't been there, he might have fallen into the ravine and died for good.

He breathed a sigh of relief, secretly feeling lucky, rubbed his injured head and limbs, and slowly climbed up.

The asphalt road had been washed smooth and clean by the rain. There wasn't even a single person, let alone a car.

Could it be... the guy he hit didn't die, woke up, and drove his car away?

Damn it!

He cursed in anger.

No car, no people, and he was badly hurt... The surrounding graves lay silent in the night, as if they could turn into ghosts and pounce at any moment.

As he was panicking, a beam of light shone over—a car was driving this way.

Knowing he couldn't last the night here, William Carter hurriedly reached out, trying to flag down the car.

But with a "whoosh," the car sped past him without any intention of stopping.

His face darkened. After a while, another car sped by.

But the people inside were just as unsympathetic.

"I have to stop a car, or I'll die here..."

William Carter was filled with despair.

Given the current situation, if his injuries worsened and with the cold, he would surely die without a car.

Gritting his teeth, he went to the roadside. Sure enough, another car came speeding by. Without hesitation, he stepped into the middle of the road.

He thought the other driver would slow down, but it was already too late.

Bang!