Chapter 8%
She texted: [My name is Regina Brown, your and Agnes’s senior, also the first test subject of Dawson.]}
I tried to get a clear look at the girl in the photo, but the more I looked, the blurrier it got. I couldn’t see her clearly at all.
I only vaguely felt that her hairstyle and the white dress she wore looked familiar.
I couldn’t remember anything more, so I pulled out my phone and searched the school forum. To my surprise, I actually found someone named Regina.}
But the forum said Regina had jumped to her death five years ago, said to be a suicide over love. If she’s already dead, then who was this person using her name and sent me information now??
A cold sweat broke out all over my back.
Just then, Regina sent me another file, it was a video.}]
opened it to see a barely conscious Regina tied to a chair, just like Agnes had been. Next to her stood a man in a white lab coat, he held a bone and muttered something under his breath.
Regina said that Dawson’s wife needed to switch bodies every ten years and tonight at midnight was the final deadline.
I had to bring the three required items to the lab before midnight to stop everything.
As I watched the video Regina sent, the man in the lab coat named Dawson looked more and more familiar.
At the end of the video, he finally turned his head. It was the face of my ex–boyfriend, Drew.
Dawson. Drew. No wonder I thought he looked familiar, they were the same person!}]
At that moment, I suddenly recalled the strange behavior of Drew after we met. Actually, it wasn’t love at first sight, he only approached me after learnt my birth date and time.”
And after we got together, he insisted on making me extra strong coffee every single day without fail. I thought back to all his weird behavior, I suddenly realized the truth.
Could it be that he had already chosen me as his next test subject from the very beginning?)
I always wondered why someone like him, a rich second–generation heir, would pursue me for no reason.
But then I remembered what Regina said that Dawson switches bodies with his wife every ten years. So that means their real ages must already be approaching seventy or eighty.
The thought made me sick.
I wanted to ask Regina more, but then I sensed something was wrong. The records room administrator was staring at me with a strange look, his pupils had turned blood red.
I realized something was off, so I immediately grabbed the file folder and ran out the door.
Just then, Uncle Joe called me, “Selina, I found the exact location of Dawson’s lab, it’s under that garment factory where you used to internig
*But the lab is much bigger than we imagined and whatever you do, don’t trust…” Before he finished, I suddenly heard a muffled grunt from Uncle Joe on the other end.
I quickly shouted, “Uncle Joe, what happened to you!“}
But the call was cut off. I tried calling back, but no one answered.”
I hugged the file folder and immediately hailed a taxi and told the driver the name of the garment factory where I had interned a few years ago.%
But the driver gave me a strange look, like he was looking at a monster, “Young lady, are you sure you want to go to that garment factory? It shut down years ago and they say it’s haunted …“}
At that moment, an unknown number suddenly sent me a photo and a message: [If you don’t want your Uncle Joe to die, come alone!]
