The Interrogator

Can you imagine a train that can’t travel to the future, only back to the past? It doesn’t let you transmigrate, only observe. You can look, but you can’t touch. The moment you try to interfere, you’ll vanish forever into a rift in time.

Chen Mo is the sharpest pair of eyes aboard this train. He has no superpowers; he can only read people.

But after spending half his life tracking a ghost named “Old K,” he finally corners him at a historical site. Old K turns around. Chen Mo sees that face every day when he shaves.

“You’re here,” Old K says. “Now help me kill my 1987 self.”

Only then does everything begin to spiral out of control.