Latest website: Felix Grove pushed a metal trolley between the shelves of the supermarket and threw a bag of sandwich biscuits into his trolley.

"Strawberry sucks, strawberries are for idiots," a voice said to him.

"No, only idiots hate strawberries," Felix said.

"It's up to you. But today I have to eat the little guy full of spicy sauce...what do you call it?" The voice was full of humility.

"...spicy sticks."

"That's right, it's delicious."

"No, we're not going to eat today," said Felix.

"But you said we'll buy it next time we go to the supermarket!"

"Sorry I forgot."

"This is cheating! Well now I'm angry. All right, then I'll have to eat you instead."

"No you won't." Felix continued to push the shopping cart nonchalantly, "We're going to be vegetarian tonight, and healthy. I'm trying to control my weight, we have to..."

At this time, he noticed that the aunt beside the shelf was secretly looking at him with some fear and some curiosity, the typical eyes you want to see but dare not look at when you meet a mentally handicapped person on the road.

But when she noticed Felix looking back, she quickly looked away like an electric shock.

Felix showed a slightly embarrassed expression.

"...Did I accidentally say it again just now?" He intentionally controlled his mouth so that he didn't make a sound this time, and said in his heart with concentration.

"I want spicy noodles." The voice hummed.

Felix frowned: "It feels a little difficult. To communicate with ideas, you have to concentrate all the time, and deliberately control your mouth so that you don't make a sound..."

"I want spicy strips." The voice continued to hum.

"Oh, yes, there is one more thing. Remember to remind me tomorrow, the report day is coming. We have to go to the mothership, accept psychological tests or something, remember to remind me to get up early in the morning..." Felix consider.

"I want spicy noodles."

"..."

Felix let out a sigh of relief.

"Okay, okay, Latiao Latiao." He threw several large bags of Latiao on the shelf into the shopping cart, "Satisfied with this?"

"Ha, that makes sense." The voice became a little excited, "I knew you cared."

"I just can't stand the noise from you. Now I can buy what you want, can you be quiet?"

"Yes, sir." The voice became very serious.

Then it finally got really quiet.

When he noticed a strange look in the eyes of a girl opposite, Felix realized that he had spoken again.

He squeezed out a smile that looked as natural as possible but still inevitably embarrassed, and pointed to his ears blocked by his hair.

"I'm on the phone with my brother, and the kid is having a temper tantrum." He smiled.

Thank goodness his hairstyle covered his ears so he could fool people into believing there was a bluetooth headset that didn't even exist. The girl also came back to her senses, gave him a understanding smile, and walked away pushing the shopping cart.

"Brother!?" The voice that had just been quiet began to be noisy again, "You are the younger brother!"

Felix didn't want to talk anymore.

Yes, the noisy voice in my head is his phantom.

It even has a name called Shadow, which is said to be the name it gave itself. Because it thought it sounded like a killer ninja or something, which it thought was cool.

Felix had only recently learned of the Shadow's existence, and he was still trying to come to terms with it. But at the same time, he was also told that the shadow had actually existed for a long time, and he just noticed it now.

All kinds of abnormalities that happened to him in the past, such as his fragments from time to time, appearing in strange places when he wakes up, or the enemy has been lying on the ground beside him, are basically the cause of this guy.

The Nine Departments don't know much about phantoms, but they also know that there are many kinds of phantoms. For example, Felix’s is different from Fana’s. Every time a shadow appears, it will take over his body. It feels a bit like a card player with colorful hair and his back spirit. Call on behalf of the number.

From this perspective, the shadow is not only a phantom, but also like another personality derived from himself.

To be honest, Felix was really shocked when he heard this at first, and it took him a while to doubt life. But soon he felt lucky, at least his phantom was not the kind of fun person who was looking forward to the chaos of the world all day long. It seems that its greatest ambition is to have spicy strips after meals, and it is quite easy to get along with.

Felix checked his phone as he left the supermarket and checked his voicemail. Click on the unread messages, and the first one is from my uncle Galadin Grove.

"Have you been busy lately, kid? I know we haven't had much time to sit down and have a good chat since...after that, you're busy and probably not in the mood. But I also want you to know that we care about you, our family Both are.

All decisions we make are for your own good. We want you to know that the family will always support you, and we also hope that no matter what you are thinking, come and talk to us..."

Before he finished listening, he hung up the communication and threw the message into the trash can.

"Wow, that's really ruthless." Shadow's voice sounded again. "Seriously, I think the old guy is not bad. Maybe you can consider talking to him."

"Shut up and eat your spicy strips."

As Felix said, he unwrapped a handful of spicy sticks and stuffed them into his mouth, taking a hard bite.

Although it seems a bit funny, many parts of their bodies are shared, such as taste. So when he said "eat your latiao", he was actually referring to himself.

"Delicious." Shadow was very happy.

The more this happened, the more curious Felix was, how did they trust this guy with the secrets and tasks.

The existence of the shadow basically explained why there was a tenth-level USB flash drive hidden in his bathroom. To be more precise, that one belonged to the Shadow, the Shadow was the Emotional Affairs Bureau—it was also a hidden stake for his family group to break into Secret Service Nine, a spy, so technically speaking, he himself was actually a spy, but he never realized it.

So the more I got to know him, the more weird I felt. After all, after knowing the existence of the roommate in his body, anyway, according to his observation, the main feature of this product is that it is especially edible, and it feels like a husky moved into his body.

How did those drug sellers trust a husky to take on the task of being an undercover agent?

But anyway, only he himself has been kept in the dark. Everyone around him realized what was going on, but no one bothered to tell him the truth.

He wasn't very happy about it.

Halfway through, a new call came.

"This is Felix Grove... Yes, I'm nearby. Suspected infection? Okay, I know, I'll stop by and have a look."

After hanging up the phone, he put the phone in his pocket: "Okay, we have to work."

"Okay." Shadow sighed, and then asked tentatively, "Maybe...we can take a pack of Latiao on the way?"

"No." Felix said firmly.

"......All right."

The scene of the eucalyptus discovery was not far away. The scene is now under the control of the local Sheriff's Department. When the report was received, it was originally just an ordinary death, but because more than one has happened recently, there are signs that it may be an infection-related incident.

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As usual, Felix's first task is to assess whether the incident is related to infection.

He went back to his residence first, threw shopping bags and everything on the living room floor, then went downstairs and drove into his car, and drove straight to the location of the scene.

Five minutes' drive away, he arrived in no time. He parked the car on the side of the road, ignoring the shadow's whining about Latiao in his ear, and crossed the road to Eucalyptus.

The scene is in an apartment building ~lightnovelpub.net~ The outside has been cordoned off by the sheriffs. However, the Ninth Division had obviously greeted the other party in advance. After Felix showed up at the scene and showed his ID, the sheriffs let him pass the cordon without further questioning.

The security officer in charge of the scene received him very friendly and politely asked him to check the scene.

The deceased was a man.

Died on the bed, naked, but the whole person is... let's just say it, a little unsightly.

His skin was wrinkled, like a tree trunk that had been sucked dry, almost clinging tightly to the bones. His eye sockets were sunken, and his eyes were wide open before he died. He maintained the posture of reaching out to the window sill, and his dead arms were like branches that would break off at the touch of a finger.

Such deaths are not common. Felix frowned slightly: "Have you found out the cause of death?"

The magistrate's expression became a little subtle, and he said softly.

"In layman's terms...you've been drained."