Yellow Shirt Fatty

Dear tired Reader, it is an honor that you have chosen this book amidst the heavy, gloomy aisles of the Library.
It is with some regret, however, that I must inform you this book is ill.
Your fingers should be able to feel the raised Proliferation of tissues on the surface of the Skin of the book, 
The words written in days of old are like Parasites taking root in the pages, longing for someone to observe their writhing,
To sense, to decipher, and to touch the very essence of this sick story.
If you insist on borrowing this book, please be sure to regularly check your own physical condition.
Keep in mind.

The Gentleman at the End

The last member of Squad Four - "Tamer Bu Qi" awoke amidst green, viscous liquids in the metal tanks, his condition was completely different from the previous three.


He first choked on a large mouthful of green slime,


and his eyes opened wide with fear, immediately followed by him leaning over the bathtub's edge and vomiting violently.


Scenes of his death in the nightmare kept flashing through his mind,


perhaps because the layers of the dream were too deep, even using someone else's brain as the dream hub, the feedback from death remained overwhelmingly strong.


It was due to a very small mistake that the enemy immediately caught him off guard,


and in the dream, Bu Qi was impaled by a black tentacle entering through his mouth, passing through the esophagus, stomach, large intestine, and small intestine, piercing his entire body before exiting from the buttocks, hanging in the air like a skewered person.


Chapter 298: Crime