Chapter 482

The moon rose and the sun set, stars twinkling.

After Su Quan finished dinner and chatted with Laura for a while, when night fell completely, he returned to his room, ready to rest.

The night was quiet.

Outside was pitch black, and the sanatorium was silent. Although the lights in the corridor were on, they were inexplicably eerie and terrifying.

"Ding!"

"Combat detected, drop reward: Psychic Illusion (Mirage)"

The drop reward sound rang out abruptly, waking Su Quan, who had just fallen asleep.

The moment the reward sound rang, a special psionic energy appeared simultaneously, trying to invade Su Quan's mind.

It just didn't succeed.

Su Quan's psychic ability was too strong; abilities like psychic shielding and psychic isolation automatically opened the moment he encountered an invasion. Whether he was asleep or unconscious, it was impossible for the invasion to succeed.

"Psychic Illusion... an ability similar to Mastermind, capable of creating illusions, making people feel fear and desire."

"However... it cannot manifest entities, which means Mirage's ability to manifest entities doesn't come entirely from this ability."

In the kitchen.

Cannonball was helping Sunspot wash dishes, or to be precise, watching Sunspot wash dishes, because his hand was broken when he practiced his ability alone in the afternoon.

"Is it scary?" Sunspot asked Cannonball, who was sitting next to him keeping him company, while working.

"Are you talking about my hand?"

Sunspot shook his head: "I'm talking about working in the mine."

Cannonball reacted and nodded: "Yeah, of course."

"Snap!"

The light suddenly went out, and the kitchen was instantly plunged into darkness.

The sudden darkness made Cannonball shout subconsciously, and then the light came on. Sunspot, who had pushed the power switch back up, smiled at him.

"I wouldn't go into a mine for a million dollars."

Cannonball shrugged: "I can't give you a million dollars."

Sunspot smiled and said: "After we leave here, I'll come find you. My family can afford it."

As he spoke, he patted Cannonball and prepared to leave.

"Goodnight, Kentucky kid."

Cannonball is from Kentucky.

"Goodnight, buddy."

Cannonball, who was watching Sunspot leave, was just about to get up when he shivered as if he had been startled.

One of the washing machines opposite suddenly started, and the rumbling sound made Cannonball freeze. His throat visibly swallowed several times, and he walked over tentatively.

The pitch-black drum had a strange attraction. Just as he was concentrating on looking inside, he suddenly fell into darkness.

"Is anyone there?"

"Is there anyone?"

The empty environment caused his voice to echo. He subconsciously groped forward and faintly saw light.

One step, one step, one step.

He reached the corner, and the darkness was dispelled by the light on the miner's helmet. Miners were swinging pickaxes to the left and right, and the 'ding-ding' sound of mining was endless.

The enclosed space, the familiar scene, Cannonball's breathing gradually became rapid.

Suddenly, the miners stopped one by one in a bizarre way and looked at him from the side.

The light on the helmet was dazzling; he couldn't see their faces clearly, but he knew... who they were!

The stuffy environment, heavy breathing, sweat flowing down his forehead and cheeks, Cannonball walked past them step by step under the miners' gaze and reached the end of the mine tunnel.

"Dad?" Cannonball looked at the figure at the end and asked tentatively.

The figure turned his head to look at him and asked coldly: "Sam, what have you done!"

"Ah..."

A loud shout rang out, and Cannonball turned around, only to see a miner holding a pickaxe high and smashing it down at him.

"Bang!"

The sound of impact rang out, and Cannonball slammed heavily into the iron table opposite the washing machine.

The severe pain in his back made him grunt a few times. He looked at the familiar kitchen and the burnt-out washing machine with lingering fear, both terrified and confused.

He couldn't tell whether what he had just seen was an illusion or something else, so he could only stare tentatively at the burnt-out washing machine, slumped on the spot, gasping for air.

Meanwhile.

In Mirage's room, Mirage, who was fast asleep, trembled slightly and opened her eyes, waking up from a nightmare.

Dr. Reyes, who had been in the monitoring room monitoring her data through the monitors, let out a long sigh.

"Her psionic energy has returned to normal?"

The sudden inquiry made Dr. Reyes jump, and she stood up abruptly.

"How did you get in? Without a sound!" Looking at Su Quan, who appeared behind her shirtless, Dr. Reyes steadied herself and glared at him with a complaint.

"Teleported in."

Su Quan explained with a smile and looked at Mirage's room on the monitor screen: "You were too far away and probably weren't affected. Her psionic energy just tried to build an illusion. It didn't succeed on me, but Cannonball got hit!"

"Illusion? You mean, her ability is to create psychic illusions?"

Dr. Reyes pulled up Cannonball's surveillance. From the screen, it could be seen that he seemed to have seen something, walked step by step to the washing machine, then released his ability, blew up the washing machine, and was knocked away by the shock.

This kind of contrasting behavior could indeed be that he was hit by a psychic illusion!

"Whether her ability is to create psychic illusions needs to be confirmed. If it is... we need to figure out the mechanism and type of the illusion."

Dr. Reyes turned to look at Su Quan: "How did you manage to stop her illusion from invading?"

Su Quan shrugged: "I just had to isolate the space I was in."

I shouldn't have asked...

Dr. Reyes felt that Su Quan's ability was really too strong. It was clearly just a space ability, yet it seemed like he could do anything.

Space is king!

She now had a deep understanding of this.

"The night is long, want to go to my room for a drink?" Su Quan invited with a smile.

Dr. Reyes looked at him with a half-smile. Do you really want to drink?

However... didn't expect his body to be so good. What a pity. If he were serious, if he weren't so unfaithful, she might have tried to get to know him.

"No need, I'm also preparing to rest." She shook her head and refused.

Su Quan didn't take it to heart, seemingly having no intention of hiding his thoughts: "Do you plan to be single for the rest of your life?"

"Of course not."

Su Quan curled his lips noncommittally and said: "If you keep working here, let alone finding the other half, it would be hard to find a suitable person of the opposite sex, right?"

"Except for me, no other employee would be willing to come to such a remote place that clearly has no future."

"Even if there were a suitable person of the opposite sex, would you dare to get in touch? Once the company finds out, what do you think the company will do?"

"Bless you? Or... to avoid accidents, eliminate you, or the person you've taken a fancy to?"

Dr. Reyes's face became darker and darker. She wanted to deny it, wanted to argue, but she knew that what Su Quan said was very likely.

To the company, her value is negligible. Once it affects the sanatorium and affects the task of training killers for the company, the company will definitely take thunderous measures.

She actually knew this a long time ago, which is why she hadn't considered this aspect of things all these years, and this is also why she could be at ease being responsible for this place.

For Magik, Mirage, and the others, this place is a cage. For Dr. Reyes, isn't it the same?

These mutants still have the possibility of leaving here, but she has absolutely no possibility!

If she does well, the company will definitely let her continue to be responsible. If she doesn't do well, she will also become part of the 'attrition'!

"You should think about it carefully. I won't be staying here for too long." Su Quan patted Dr. Reyes's shoulder with a meaningful look and disappeared with a 'whoosh'.