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In the endless darkness, the familiar sensation of falling enveloped Lin Qiye once more. His eyes were tightly shut, his face filled with unease and fury, as if he were still drowning in some nightmare.

A patch of white spread through the black like ink bleeding across paper. A little boy who looked no more than six or seven slowly floated out from within it.

He did not wake Lin Qiye. Instead, he examined him carefully.

His gaze traveled up Lin Qiye's body to a dim green progress bar floating in the darkness.

Lin Qiye Treatment Progress: 49%

"This time... it's a little faster than usual," the little boy said thoughtfully.

Just then, Lin Qiye, floating in the darkness, suddenly twisted in agony. He abruptly opened his eyes and fell from midair, hunching over on the nonexistent ground as he gasped wildly.

"Cough, cough, cough, cough, cough..."

Watching Lin Qiye gasp and cough violently, the little boy raised his brows slightly. "You actually woke up on your own..."

Lin Qiye coughed on the ground for a full half minute before a trace of color returned to his pale face. He looked around, then saw the little boy standing in the endless darkness and froze.

"Here again... Did I die again?"

"Right... I think I did die..."

As if remembering something, Lin Qiye's expression grew complicated. He slowly stood and looked at the little boy, who resembled him so closely, before asking in confusion,

"Who exactly are you? What is your relationship to me? Why are you inside my body? Are you the patient in the final ward of the hospital?"

Ever since waking up last time, Lin Qiye had constantly pondered the little boy's identity. He had searched through all of Night Watchmen Headquarters without finding any information