Lv Bai didn’t rush to make a sound to alert the other party, even keeping his breathing at the normal sleeping frequency.

He felt quite strange at this moment.

He could understand that clones would want to secretly kill a Death Fighter.

But the question is, why target him?

He clearly still had the ability.

This assassination, whether it could succeed or not, is questionable.

Retreating ten thousand steps, even if it succeeded, without him, wouldn’t their status at the containment center revert to that of refugees?

No matter which angle you look, dealing with him at this time isn’t a good decision.

Unable to understand the other party’s logic, Lv Bai reached out and pressed the button by the bedside, turning on the room lights.

Click~

The next second, even with Lv Bai’s mental resilience, he couldn’t help but feel a bit shocked.

He realized he had been mistaken.

The guy standing by his bed was not some tall man.

The reason for the mistake was purely because the other party’s limbs were bizarrely twisted, appearing large in the dark.

The part of his face outside the mask was even more frenziedly twisted.

There wasn’t a single normal spot, the entire face looked like a coffee swirl, the corners of the eyes stretched down to beneath the mask.

Despite such a twisted state, this guy still maintained a human shape, sending chills down one’s spine, invoking a sense of extreme uncanny valley terror.

The title "Flying Swallow Continuous Combat" atop the other party’s head indicated this guy’s identity was indeed a Death Fighter.

Lv Bai remembered this title belonged to Liu Guoqiang, who crazily toasted him during meals.

Clearly, Liu Guoqiang’s ability had been read and failed long ago, yet he was exhibiting such inhuman traits.

Was this a result of some bizarre work?

The twisted Liu Guoqiang wasn’t dazed by the abrupt lighting, seemingly unfazed, as though still in darkness, completely silent.

His actions twisted, lifting his arm slowly to aim the sharpened iron rod at Lv Bai’s neck, determinedly stabbing down.

Though shocked by Liu Guoqiang’s appearance, Lv Bai didn’t freeze completely, flipping to the other side of the bed.

"What are you doing?"

Seemingly realizing the prey had escaped, Liu Guoqiang’s already twisted face showed an even more conflicted expression.

His twisted feet seemed to be performing some social dance, writhing and sluggishly moving towards Lv Bai.

Lv Bai pressed his temples, feeling a headache coming on.

He didn’t sense any Yin Qi from Liu Guoqiang; could this be some physical manifestation of bizarre phenomena?

Unclear of the situation, he didn’t want to touch it directly.

He tentatively picked up the solid wood bedside table and smashed it on Liu Guoqiang’s head.

Bang~

A dull sound.

The impact feedback from the bedside table felt like hitting a normal person.

And the effect was stronger than anticipated.

Liu Guoqiang even retreated half a step, feeling pain.

Seeing this, Lv Bai simply continued wielding the bedside table for repeated blows.

After several rounds, Liu Guoqiang was knocked to the ground, head battered and bleeding, having difficulty even getting up.

Even in such a state, Liu Guoqiang’s limbs continued to twist irregularly, like a yellow eel fished out of water.

Lv Bai breathed a sigh of relief.

The threat posed by this unknown bizarre phenomenon wasn’t very great.

He casually tossed the bedside table aside, preparing to approach and examine Liu Guoqiang’s condition.

At that moment, a piercing scream suddenly came from the neighboring room.

To describe it, it was more like the terrified shout of a macho man feeling another man touching his butt in his sleep.

Lv Bai glanced toward the direction of the scream, blinking.

"Not just one?"

...

After some hustle, the sky was already turning light.

"Where... where did they get hit?"

Zhou Lei stared in amazement at the three bound Death Fighters in front of him.

Notably, including Liu Guoqiang, all three Death Fighters’ limbs twisted in extremely bizarre ways.

Even tightly bound to the tree trunks couldn’t stop their muscle movements.

"Their twisting frequencies aren’t quite the same."

Feng Qian squatted under the tree shade, intrigued by what this phenomenon was.

The other Death Fighters gathered around curiously, with one showing signs of lingering fear.

Lv Bai sat on a rattan chair, thoughtfully rubbing his chin.

They didn’t have to wait long.

Captain Mao hurriedly arrived with a team from the operations department.

At this time of day, the human body is at its most exhausted, so Captain Mao appeared rather tired.

He quickly entered the courtyard, immediately drawn to the three Death Fighters tied to the tree trunks, forgetting to greet Lv Bai.

"Captain Mao, do you recognize them?"

Lv Bai waved at him.

Captain Mao barely managed a smile: "Master Lv, let me verify first."

With that, he lit a cigarette for energy and approached, closely observing the three Death Fighters’ condition.

Having frequently dealt with bizarre cases before Lv Bai arrived, he quickly identified the suspicious phenomenon from their symptoms.

Yet confirming this left his already tired face even more anxious.

"Master Lv..."

Captain Mao glanced around, deciding to have an exchange with Lv Bai first.

He stepped over to the rattan chair, quietly saying: "If there’s no surprises, the bizarre case here seems to be Serial 43, Twist and Turn."

"Uh, twist what?"

Lv Bai paused.

"Twist and Turn, it’s our code for this phenomenon."

Captain Mao explained briefly: "No one can accurately describe its appearance because everyone who sees it becomes caught in this uncontrollable twisting state, unable to communicate..."

Listening to this, Lv Bai nodded knowingly.

Unlike some physical or Yin Qi phenomena, this so-called Twist and Turn is more like an invisible, untouchable curse.

"I initially wasn’t sure, since known information indicates Twist and Turn should only occur in rural areas."

Captain Mao’s furrowed brows were tight, able to pinch a mosquito.

Bizarre phenomena, once understood, are generally controllable despite the risk.

If all bizarre cases were like this, past experiences would be rendered useless.

The fear lies in it not being isolated, with bizarre happenings increasingly defying logic, potentially heralding chaos again.