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

Yi Chen, hanging from a streetlight, had surveyed the whole panoramic view of Nightmare Town and caught sight of the 'residents' wandering about, but these seemingly human figures were distinctly abnormal.


For example, a woman hanging next to him on a streetlight always kept a torn, mammoth smile.


Or a passerby, his face completely buried in a newspaper, reflected a smile on the other side of the paper smeared in blood.


Or an old lady at home knitting sweaters, a closer look would reveal her yarn came from her own stomach, endlessly knitting her blood vessels into garments while smiling continuously.


Or a boy in the backyard lawn playing soccer with friends, they chose someone's head to kick around by drawing lots, continuing to swap heads depending on wins and losses.


Whoever scored would kick their head, and everyone seemed to enjoy the feeling, laughter echoing constantly.


Every resident was bizarre, but they shared the common trait of always smiling.


Chapter 302: Fractions