Yan Shan lay in the hospital bed, staring at the ceiling above him as his mind churned with memories of the past.
The gruesome scene.
The maddened crowd.
The eerie, smiling faces.
Researchers committing suicide.
Black mud and tendrils filling his vision.
Evil whispers lingering in the air.
Lastly, the twisted, despairing face of the Plague Department's true person, swallowing everything whole.
"It's utterly incomprehensible... It's simply inexplicable!!"
Yan Shan clenched his fists tightly, feeling that the evil presence... everything related to him was just so bizarre.
Whether it was the motives for actions, the methods of attack, or the strange and unpredictable distortion phenomena, he couldn't comprehend the cause and effect, the logic behind it all.
Just then, the door to the hospital room opened, and Qiu Xingze wheeled himself in.
Yan Shan glanced at him, surprised, "You're alright?"
