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

Jiang Mian picked up the tube of red medicine and examined it closely.

The packaging looks a bit like an inhibitor, but the texture is much thicker, like some kind of syrup.

"This is?"

"Inhibitor".

Number Two didn't offer much explanation; his eyes alone said it all.

If you don't drink, it's hard to say whether you'll be able to leave this room.

In his eyes, while [Mist Concealment] was rare, she was currently only a second-tier character, unable to transform into mist, and her skill animation had a rather long cast time.

Even with agility, one cannot exert their full strength in such a confined space.

Besides, there's a formidable person blocking the entrance.

Jiang Mian had expected this to happen.

This group must have ways to control its members; otherwise, given the nature of this organization, people would probably leave and immediately go to the special management area next door.

So this stuff is definitely not a simple inhibitor; I just don't know what effect it will have after drinking it...

No, the effect might be quite obvious.

The person at the door is a typical example.

When he first arrived, he seemed like a normal person, but after the door was closed, he became like a puppet, motionless and with a very dull look in his eyes.

And then there are those haggard-looking patients with illnesses...

She didn't say much, but silently made a note of number two in her mind. Then she opened the cap of the test tube, tilted her head back, and "drank" it.

Shortly after entering the body, the inhibitor was encased in bubbles by Jiang Mian and temporarily stored inside the puppet, to be taken out and studied later.

Number Two stared at her throat, and seeing that the swallowing motion seemed genuine, nodded in satisfaction.

He was quite sharp-looking, but surprisingly honest, probably because his "illness" had worn away his spirit.

"A wise choice. The effects of this inhibitor can last for three months. How are you feeling?"

"...I didn't feel anything."

His tone was flat, revealing no emotion.

On the other side, Jiang Mian touched his chin.

Three months? That's equivalent to a type II inhibitor, right? One dose costs nearly 300,000 yuan...

No, it should be called a dupe. It's definitely different from the official formula, and it might even use some strange ingredients.

Within the mist, there is no shortage of bizarre calamities and mist creatures.

She had heard of a strange mist plant that could even be used to cultivate various organs.

As for whether it will work... I don't know.

I don't know where this inhibitor is produced, but it certainly couldn't be from the city.

Her biggest concern right now is the channels for entry, exit, and transportation.

But I've just joined, so I probably won't have access to this kind of core information yet. I'll just have to wait for another opportunity.

Now that we've infiltrated, there's always a way.

Number Two did not suspect anything from Jiang Mian's unusually calm tone.

He never thought others were fools. The other party must have also noticed the unusual nature of this inhibitor, but was just a little resistant and threw a tantrum.

Number Two turned to the side and took out three cards from the drawer next to him.

Draw a card to determine your number.

"Did you smoke it?"

Number Two is not usually a patient person, but this time, perhaps because of her pleasing appearance, she unusually explained:

"You know about the way we address each other. The mortality rate for patients with this disease... even with inhibitors, many don't live long."

"So if someone in the previous position dies, the vacant numbers will be filled by the new recruits."

So does that mean that those with earlier numbers aren't necessarily stronger?

This makes things a bit complicated, since who knows if there are any strong ones among the later numbers?

But this didn't matter to Jiang Mian, as long as she didn't cause her any trouble.

Jiang Mian reached out and randomly picked a card.

"six?"

"Hehe, looks like you're lucky? This spot just became available and you got it."

Number Two chuckled softly.

But... she found those words a little strange.

"Number Four, take her to get acquainted with the place."

Number Two shouted something to the burly man at the door, then waved for the guest to leave.

Upon hearing this, Number Four turned around, opened the door, and walked out on his own without caring whether Jiang Mian followed.

Jiang Mian followed Number Four out of the office, and the door closed silently behind her.

The corridor was unusually quiet, with only the sound of two people's footsteps, one in front of the other.

Number Four's steps were extremely even, even somewhat mechanical, giving her an indescribable sense of stiffness.

Jiang Mian followed behind him, keeping a distance of half a meter.

After walking a distance, Number Four's body suddenly trembled, as if he had suddenly come to his senses.

"Number four?"

She asked somewhat uncertainly.

Number Four turned around, his eyes still a little dazed.

It seems... things have returned to normal?

"Who are you?"

"The new guy, number six."

"Oh right, I remember now. It really was you who came in earlier. Hmm~ My memory is getting worse and worse."

Number Four patted his head.

"What... is going on here?"

Jiang Mian asked, her tone somewhat uncertain.

Although number four is somewhat unattractive, his mental state doesn't seem that serious.

Since the other party was also affected by that strange inhibitor, it couldn't have been willing, right?

Hearing her question, Number Four sighed deeply.

"You just... drank the inhibitor that Number Two gave you, right?"

Jiang Mian nodded.

"Sigh, there's no escaping it now..."

When it came to inhibitors, Number Four seemed to have opened a floodgate of words, rattling off a whole bunch of things.

From this, Jiang Mian pieced together a general outline.

The branch in this base city No. 144 is just a very small one, with only about fifty people in total, but they are all quite strong.

Except for the one at the entrance.

A month ago, news came from the headquarters that a new type of inhibitor with better effects had been developed, which could replace or even surpass the effects of type II inhibitors.

One dose is enough to keep you stable for nearly three months.

No one with the disease can resist this temptation.

In the world of those suffering from the disease, inhibitors represent the length of their own lives; once they become a calamity, they are no longer themselves.

Number Four has been here for a long time, so he is naturally among the first to take it.

At first, he even felt that his condition was more stable than ever before, but gradually, he noticed some subtle differences.

Occasionally, in the dead of night, he would hear calls from afar, and his consciousness seemed to be subtly influenced by something.

Some firm beliefs can waver inexplicably, and one can no longer question the orders from above, which is why things turn out the way they did just now.

"Then, I..."

Jiang Mian pointed to himself.

Number Four opened the door to an activity room, gesturing for her to come in and sit down, while he himself sat down opposite her.

"You? You should be fine for now, it won't affect your life anyway."

He didn't explain much, but based on his experience, he judged that the degree of impact varied for patients with lesions along different pathways.

He did have some memory of what happened, but it was somewhat vague.

Number Four vaguely remembered that the newcomer in front of him was on the [Catastrophe] path.

Those on the chaotic path like him are the most affected; natural disasters... might not be that severe.

After all, apart from Number Two, there don't seem to be any other natural disasters here.

Throughout the entire calamity sequence, the power of [Natural Calamity] is the most violent, while the bodies of those afflicted are relatively fragile. Therefore, coupled with their tendency to go berserk, their survival rate is extremely low, making them quite rare.

"Is that so?"

Jiang Mian looked thoughtfully over the activity room. There were hardly any extra decorations; it resembled a classroom, with a small blackboard on the side.

However, upon seeing the contents of the blackboard, Jiang Mian, who was at home, couldn't help but sit up.

"ha?"