Chapter 9

Inside the elevator.

Yang Yi was making a summary.

From the experience just now, he obtained two important pieces of information.

First, he could see the special features of the mutated humans through the mirror, and ordinary mirrors worked as well. Moreover, it seemed that only he could see them, others could not, otherwise, they would have taken precautions long ago.

Second, Captain Hao was not crazy or sick, but had mutated, and looked very normal. Could it be... besides being possessed, he could also control the other party?

Ding!

The fifth floor arrived.

Find bed 306.

It was a private room, with only one patient, who was motionless. There were special metal bracelets on both wrists, connected to wires and instruments, not sure what they were measuring. An IV drip was hanging, and the medicine was slowly being infused.

The head injury had been better bandaged and had recovered a lot.

"Zhang Xianweng, you mustn't have anything happen to you..."

Worried, Yang Yi called out, turned his back to the camera, and pretended to be helping cover the patient with a blanket. In reality, his hand secretly delved into the patient's pocket.

Soon, a folded mirror was taken out.

His desk mate liked to be vain, always carrying this thing. When he woke up from the nightmare yesterday, it was this item that allowed him to quickly regain his memory.

He slowly opened it and shone it around.

The mirror reflected Zhang Zhen's face, showing no abnormalities, no extra heads, and no strange shadows.

Yang Yi frowned.

He had just tested it, and Captain Hao's second head could be seen in an ordinary mirror. If this person really had a problem, he definitely couldn't avoid it.

He changed the direction and quickly shone the entire bed, but still found nothing.

Could it be... the mirror image that attacked yesterday has been eliminated, or has it taken over completely?

If so, it means that his desk mate is already dead and has become someone else!

No!

Whether it was possession or being possessed, he should have woken up.

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

He then saw another Zhang Zhen, lying on his back, breathing heavily.

Blood rushed to his head, and Yang Yi's scalp tingled, his heart tightening as if someone had grabbed it.

When did it come?

Why is it on his back?

And as the party involved, why did he feel nothing at all!

His fists clenched under his school uniform, and he secretly looked at the mirror.

The mirror image of the other party looked back, their eyes meeting.

He forced himself to keep his heart from beating wildly, showing no signs of anything being wrong.

The other party remained unchanged, indeed, not seeing the reflection in the mirror.

"Only I can see it..."

Yang Yi confirmed again in his heart.

If the other party could see the mirror image like him, they would definitely not hesitate to act.

Now, being so calm, it must be because they think he can't discover it.

Perhaps, he could use this information gap to do something.

Thinking of this, his mind became active.

"['Destructive Level'] is definitely not strong, otherwise, Zhang Zhen wouldn't have been able to hold on. If so, is there a chance I can capture it? But... how?"

After three years as desk mates, he knew a lot about Zhang Zhen's condition. Running 200 meters would make him lie on the ground, gasping for breath. One word to describe him: weak, and not just a little weak, the kind that even Liuwei Dihuang Pills can't help.

Such a weak constitution, even illegal cross-dimensional beings couldn't possess him successfully, indicating how weak he was.

Of course, even if it's not strong, he still can't do anything.

Despite taking the body-strengthening liquid, his body has been tempered and enhanced, but he still lacks mutation abilities. For something that can only be seen in a mirror, he has no way to deal with it.

But no matter what, he has to take action.

After all... staying on his back all the time is not a good thing!

Not to mention how it looks, it's just uncomfortable.

Moreover, if it decides not to possess Zhang Zhen and comes to bother him, how should he deal with it?

"Zhang Zhen, you must wake up. Don't you also have a crush on the school flower? I found out she likes someone who can fly. After you mutate, you might have a chance..."

He mumbled, pretending to be worried about the other party, while his other hand subconsciously scratched his head.

In the mirror, his hand brushed past the shadow's face, as if passing through air, with no sensation, and the other party made no attempt to dodge.

Can't touch!

"Can the mirror see... can I borrow it?"

The Mirror Management Bureau didn't provide any strategies. Now, he was like a game newbie, relying on his own ideas to constantly explore.

But he was used to it.

Over a thousand nightmares, no matter how bizarre or dangerous, he faced them alone.

The mirror can reflect the other party...

Can I use it as the main battlefield?

Knowing that if he delayed any longer, not only would the other party suspect, but Captain Hao would definitely think something was wrong, Yang Yi didn't hesitate. The police uniform on his arm slowly appeared, and he extended his hand toward the mirror image of himself.

Whoosh!

His right hand drilled into the mirror, encountering no resistance.

In an instant, the arm in the mirror image and the arm outside perfectly merged within the mirror. With a grab in the air, he pinched the neck of the mirror image of Zhang Zhen.

"Can do it!" Yang Yi's eyes lit up.

He really could grab the other party through the mirror!

So-called capture requires the use of the mirror.

"???"

The shadow of Zhang Zhen, never expecting that not only could he see it through the mirror, but also grab it, was frightened, its face changing. It quickly used both arms to tear at Yang Yi's right hand, trying to stop his actions.

At the same time, it kneed him in the back.

Not expecting such a quick reaction, Yang Yi increased the strength in his right hand, the veins on his forearm bulging.

Bang!

The shadow's knee hit his back, but he felt no physical sensation, only a searing pain in his head, as if it was being torn apart.

Yang Yi's pupils contracted.

He thought that since the other party couldn't be seen or touched, even if he acted, it would be fine. He never expected that the pain was not in the muscles but in the soul.

No wonder it could possess... if it kept attacking, the soul might be torn apart.

"Die!"

Knowing that once it started, it would be a fight to the death, Yang Yi's gaze turned cold.

Having killed himself over a thousand times in dreams, he was no longer a soft-hearted newbie.

Moreover, the other party was a bizarre entity that possessed souls. If he didn't kill it, he would be waiting for his friend or himself to die.

His whole body tensed, and in an instant, the transformation brought by the body-strengthening liquid was perfectly unleashed. His spine was like a large bow, and his fingers like arrows, Yang Yi released all his strength.

Creak! Creak!

His palm felt intense struggle and resistance.

The strength was no less than his, and even... stronger!

His fingers were about to break, and sweat appeared on his forehead, but he dared not let go.

Is this the weakest mutant?

Is this the so-called 'Destructive Level'?

Are you kidding me?