At night Camshron canceled food for Mike because he had eaten nothing since two days which was bought by the cops. Perhaps he was depressed. Whole day he was put in enquiry room with just slabs of books to read. But he had read none of them and he wasn’t going to either. He had been alone in the same room for three days and everyone in the agency regarded him as a lethal person so he was not put in contact with anyone. Neither his family members had not come to see him nor was anybody able to find out. He didn’t know about his family. His mental situation was turning worst day by day in the room.

Camshron walked towards his room with the plate and locked the door from inside. He then saw Mike sitting in a depressed way at the corner of room.

"Don’t come. Just go out, you cock sucking detective." snapped Mike as he saw him coming with food.

"Calm down Mike." continued Camshron in a very soft way. He was not a psychologist but knew well how he needed to talk with those who have messed up minds, killers in particular. "Calm down I have got some medicines and fo-"

"Hell awaits you." the voice echoed in the whole room.

He put the plate on the table and said, "Don’t worry Mike."

Camshron's word worry was not in the context of Mike at all. There was no reason for him to worry. He himself had confessed he was the one behind all this.

Camshron asked asked, "You killed Haq with fine plotting, huh?"

Mike was silent.

"So you deceived CCTV Cameras, erased all the proofs, blood spots etc but tell me one thing genius."

Silently, Mike stared back at him.

"How did you manage to kill Haq without producing sound to the neighbors?"

"Leave me alone. No one has come to see me for three days so why I don’t want to answer."

"Fine then." Camshron lost his temper and soon gained it as well. "Have some food. I have got some medicines for you while should be only taken if you take food. Just look at yourself, Mike. You are so much weak."

Mike turned his head to him. With trembling hands he tried to get up, but stumbled. Camshron was delighted when he got ready to eat.

But.

He rose by himself and banged on the wall. Camshron ran at him and grabbed Mike, who was getting unconscious. Whole weight of Mike was on his shoulder.

"Mike! Mike!" patted Camshron on his cheeks.

Two cops got in and tried to hold him but he was getting more unconscious. "Call doctor." thundered Camshron and a cop ran out of the room.

Mike was repeating words, "Weak!" continuously in his mind. He repeated it for about three times and couldn’t hear or see anything. Mike was now falling on ground. He could feel the sensation of gravity working on him.

The word weak was reminding him of something. It was working as a trigger word.

Mike was lying on ground with his body sweating and eyes wide open.

Then he remembered…

He was wearing a long brown coat with long colors just about touching his cheeks. The coat bottom was touching his knees. He wore a hat and handkerchief covering his nose to chin. He was concussed. He had a big wound on his elbow, his leg was bleeding and nose was also bleeding. He took off his surgical rubber gloves and took out his big sweaty fist, then he took out his handkerchief and wiped his nose's blood by it.

Someone whose face was covered by bandages said to him, "You are very weak Mike."

Mike said in a different voice without taking out his goggles, "I am sorry Bob."

"I am tired of you. Just go to that hospital again, you psychopath."

"Camshron and his people stopped me! If he had come a minute late, I would have killed Lorgé."

"No you shit! You should have come there earlier than them." said Bob, catching his collar.

"Get off me now!"

And Bob felt a solid metallic object touching his stomach. It was Mike's .45 Auto Star PD Pistol. Then other people pulled gun at Mike in a sudden way.

Bob got off and said, "You are worthless. I wish I could kill you right here right now."

"Kill me now but my fingers will get power to press the trigger even if your bullets are inside me."

When others were just about to shoot Mike, at the same time Bob interrupted, "Wait. I will get a benefit if I kill him but if I spare his life, then I will get million of benefits."

Someone hit him by a baseball bat on back of his head and blacked out.

When he recovered of it, then in blur sight he saw a person in a lab coat and Bob with a bunch of his men there. Mike was tied tight by a rope in a chair.

He could not move. He had no sense of time and place right now.

Bob punched his bleeding nose as hard as he could and said, "You still want to die?"

"Yes I want." thundered Mike.

The man in the lab coat was a mentalist who could hack mind of people. He got up from his seat and patted on Mike's back and Mike fell into a deep sleep.

He was now stone stiff and couldn’t do anything except hearing mentalist saying, "Mike, you have experienced nothing special in this. You don’t know anyone from now. You don’t know who your boss is. You just know about your some past events but not any one of them is in detailed form. From now, you killed Haq. I repeat, you killed Haq."

Mike recited in his mind, "I killed Haq. I killed Haq. I killed Haq." Then Mike could not remember anything…

(When mentalist felt his job done then said, "Bob, now he doesn't know you had hired him just to kill Lorgé. From now on he will think he killed Haq as well as tried on Lorgé. Job is done for you. Now nothing can reveal your secret. But Bob, why haven’t you ordered me to wash his whole memory? I could wash his brain. Now he still knows he was getting calls from you."

"I want this job to be done. I don’t want to reveal who is the real killer of Haq is. I want to trap someone else and want to show he was the one who called Mike."

"Who do you want to show the person who hired to kill Haq and Lorgé?"

"He's a big fish."

"I don’t understand."

"You will understand everything in few weeks."

"Would it work?" asked confused mentalist.

"Trust me. It's my plan.")

In the end Mike got conscious and could identify Camshron, who was standing with a doctor trying to spread water on his sweaty face.

Doctor saw Mike gaining his consciousness.

It took about five minutes to get in recovery from it. When matter was looking to be calmed down then Camshron said to him, "What happened to you Mike?"

Mike answered after thirty seconds of silence, "I-I-I remembered something."

Doctor spoke, "When your mind gains lost or locked memory then such type of things may happen. Some get scared for no reason, some do crazy activities, some faint, etc."

"What do you remember Mike?" asked Camshron, but the doctor answered, "Mr. Camshron, I think he has got his locked memory now. Is it, Mike?"

The answer was, "Yes." It was a word enough to dazzle everyone in there. Mike told every event he had remembered and then said, "I didn’t kill Haq."