Gao Wu: After transforming into a soft girl, I became a calamity?

Jiang Mian looked inside and saw that it was a temporary morgue, storing the remains of diseased patients brought from all over the city.

"First, put on the labels, starting with the numbers 144051042, and then add numbers upwards from the last 42. Once you're done, I'll take you to the processing room."

Old Zhang handed over a stack of labels and pointed to the groove on the tray beneath the remains.

His tone was flat, as if he were handling a batch of ordinary goods. He himself was taking notes in a notebook.

Jiang Mian took the label and approached the row of bodies.

Because she was wearing special antifreeze clothing, she could only smell a faint odor of decay.

She had never seen any other living infected individuals, nor did she know what kind of aura they exuded when using their abilities.

But when you smell these remains... your instincts go into overdrive, just like when an ordinary person smells the stench of a corpse.

Jiang Mian's expression changed, her brows furrowed slightly, and her lips tightened a little.

Old Zhang, who was standing next to her, thought she was scared, but she didn't scream or back down, which was already more than many people.

He has been here for a long time and has seen all sorts of people.

There were burly men vomiting uncontrollably, cowards who wouldn't even dare to step through the door, and others who tried to appear calm but were too afraid to sleep at night after returning home...

Someone like Jiang Mian already has a pretty good mental fortitude.

but……

Old Zhang's gaze lingered for a moment on Jiang Mian's profile, which still retained a touch of childishness.

This girl looks about the same age as my good-for-nothing son.

Instead of being in school, how did I end up in this godforsaken place, dealing with these cold corpses?

"Probably because my family was poor..."

He sighed silently to himself.

In this world, every base city is an isolated city, connected by only a few channels, which are all for those in power. Resources and good jobs within the city are quite limited.

For ordinary people, most high-paying jobs have a certain degree of danger, such as cleaning outside the "wall".

Some mist creatures or calamities will attack or attempt to infiltrate the city from time to time, and many of them are killed remotely by the Awakened who are stationed outside the walls.

When their remains accumulate to an excessive amount, the odor they emit can interfere with the perception of those who have awakened.

Since communication and drone equipment will malfunction within the fog zone, someone will need to leave the city to handle the situation and bring back any remains that still have some value.

In contrast, temporary jobs in the city have the lowest entry requirements and are the easiest to find, but the pay is relatively low.

They're an official organization, after all; it's already a good thing that they provide insurance for temporary workers.

"It's alright, I didn't vomit it out immediately."

Old Zhang nodded, his tone softening somewhat compared to when they first met.

If you stay here for too long, even a living person will feel as cold as a corpse.

Jiang Mian took out a tag, approached a corpse, and reached out to wed it into the groove of the tray below.

She looked at it and saw that it was a young man who had died a gruesome death. His chest cavity was wide open and empty, and there were still charred marks on the edges of his skin.

"Power out of control, self-immolation..."

Jiang Mian immediately determined the cause of death.

This is one of the most common causes of death among patients with this condition. If the patient is in good mental condition, it may be possible to control the disease to some extent and slow down the process of it spiraling out of control.

However, once the spirit is broken and the power of disaster is allowed to run rampant, even a human body like the afflicted person will find it extremely difficult to withstand the damage, unless they can survive the calamity.

She may have fused two souls, so her endurance is slightly higher than that of ordinary people. Even so, after enduring it for a month, she was starting to feel the strain and had to find a way to get inhibitors.

Jiang Mian's body is now half-disaster-inducing, greatly increasing his resilience, but it's uncertain whether the mental erosion will continue to worsen...

She needs to make further preparations.

Old Zhang walked over at this moment and saw Jiang Mian's gaze lingering on the empty space in the chest cavity of the corpse. He spoke up:

"It's creepy to look at, isn't it? You'll get used to it. In this place, don't treat them like human beings."

Jiang Mian lowered her head, her heavily gloved hands groping for the label, and asked in a tone that was either "fearful" or curious:

"Uncle Zhang... will all these patients eventually end up like this? Unable to control themselves, and then..."

Old Zhang glanced at her. This girl looked quiet, but she was quite bold. She even had the mind to ask questions after seeing these things.

"Pretty much, I guess? I heard they're like mental patients, they might go berserk and hurt people at any time."

"We're lucky here; we've only seen those that aren't moving. The containment department... they're dealing with all the living ones."

The Containment Bureau is an operational agency specifically for accommodating those with illnesses and is also responsible for transferring them to containment facilities. Unlike the sheriffs, they recruit only Awakened individuals and require a certain level of combat experience.

"Then... what if we encounter them alive outside?"

"What else can we do but run! The farther away the better!"

Old Zhang curled his lip and said, "If you ask me, these things shouldn't be left in the city. They're bad luck! Who knows when they'll completely turn into those monsters in the mist..."

His words represent the attitude of the vast majority of people, including ordinary people and those who have awakened to the truth.

In the eyes of "normal people," these diseased individuals are no longer considered their peers.

Moreover, in a sense, they can also be considered "awakened ones," and when they lose control, the destructive power of their abilities can easily overwhelm awakened ones of the same level.

Therefore, they openly rejected these terrorists.

Jiang Mian didn't ask any more questions, but silently added the labels.

"monster……"

That's what they all think... So, as the apex of the sequence, isn't he the monster among monsters?

Jiang Mian felt a bitter self-mockery in her heart; she had become a patient with the disease... destined to be alone.

Forget it, let's focus on the present for now.

She continued with her work, waiting for the opportunity to be transferred to Zone One, where she would be able to access the remains of the calamity.

Besides those who died from losing control, some of these infected individuals had clean, fatal wounds, clearly the result of the special task force from the police department.

This place is like an exhibition hall, displaying the various fates of those who have contracted the disease: loss of control, alienation, execution...

In some cases, she even saw that some organs were missing from the body, but who took them and what they were used for was unknown.

For Jiang Mian, who was suffering from this disease, this place was quite terrifying.

As she passed a corpse, she suddenly noticed a mark on the inside of his forearm, which appeared to be inscribed using some kind of calamity sequence ability:

"w-130-b-07"

It's kind of like some kind of numbering system...

Jiang Mian had just asked Lao Zhang what the notebook in his hand was, and the other party said it was a record book, not important, but it still had to be used to record things according to the requirements in it.

She glanced at it; it simply recorded the label number she had put on it, along with the deceased's basic information and the procedures that had been completed.

The person in front of me was a hidden infected person before he died, until he went completely berserk and was killed by the containment bureau.

So, what is the special meaning of this serial number?