Wait, why is this blond guy a lolicon?

Gen Kiyoko groggily opened her eyes and heard noises coming from outside.

"Disgusting, taking advantage of being on a mission... How can a man like you... actually have girls who like you? Pah..."

"Heh, a violent woman like you probably doesn't have a boyfriend, right?"

"..."

"Why aren't you saying anything?"

"Ha, I'm too lazy to argue with you, I'm going to brush my teeth."

"Tsk tsk tsk, got hit where it hurts..."

"Hmph~ You blond punk, I bet your girlfriend's a delinquent, that's why she likes a muscular blond like you..."

"She's cuter than you, richer than you, funnier than you, provides more emotional value than you, feels warm and cozy when you sleep in her arms, and doesn't casually call other people's girlfriends 'bad girls.' She completely blows you away."

"..."

"You see, when faced with a difficult question, they just stay silent."

"I'm gone."

Gen Kiyoko, huddled in the closet, swallowed hard. "Those two... are so strong."

That's right. In addition to "seeing ghosts" and "out-of-body experiences," her Yin-Yang Eyes also allow her to "detect auras" and judge the strength of others.

At a glance.

The two men's strength swept in like a vast ocean wave.

Gen Kiyoko didn't dare to move until the two left before she crawled out.

"No, we have to get to the bottom floor quickly..." Gen Kiyoko wiped the cold sweat from her forehead.

I had an out-of-body experience last night.

She discovered a hidden compartment at the bottom of the ship—separated by pure steel plates, divided into hundreds of small rooms, where many people were imprisoned.

It can be determined by the breath.

The hiding place of that Purple Gold Demon Path is also in the room at the very end of the bottom floor.

Following her memories, Gen Kiyoko wandered through the corridors, where there were more and more people as she went down.

After all, the main hall of the gambling convention was located on the ground floor above.

"I remember... a secret door leading down, next to the toilet."

Gen Kiyoko was a little confused about which way to go to the restroom when she saw a cleaner carrying a bucket of water walk by.

So she stopped him and asked, "Excuse me, do you know where the restroom is?"

The cleaner paused, looked up, revealing an ordinary-looking middle-aged man's face. He grinned and said, "Little sister, just turn left up ahead."

"Okay." Gen Kiyoko quickly ran in the direction he was pointing, waving her thanks.

"Thank you, tattooed uncle."

The cleaner was startled and subconsciously looked down—through the light overhead, the thin white shirt she was wearing vaguely revealed the winding, bluish-black patterns underneath.

"Damn it, I wasn't careful enough!"

His eyes darkened, and he quickly turned into another, less crowded employee passage. He pulled a slightly thicker coat from the bottom of a cart and put it on, completely covering his tattoo.

"Now everything is foolproof."

He sneered inwardly.

That idiot An Qingyu Ming, knowing full well that the Great Xia had sent people to "behead" him, still told me to hide in his iron turtle with him...

If the exit is blocked, there is only one way out: death.

Being in a crowd is actually the safest option!

"Those who are not careful enough are the ones who die the fastest."

He straightened his collar and was about to continue walking forward—

A calm male voice suddenly came from behind:

"The Heavenly Serpent? Wu Tao..."

……

Gen Kiyoko went to the innermost stall in the women's restroom and carefully pressed a tile.

click-

The toilet base cracked silently, revealing a dark metal staircase extending downwards.

She slipped inside, and the stairs closed behind her.

The corridor was long; after walking for about two or three minutes, a cold white light finally appeared ahead. A heavy iron door was ajar, and the air seeping from the cracks carried a faint smell of rust mixed with disinfectant.

Quiet, even deathly still!

She held her breath and gently pushed open the door.

Before me was a long corridor, with a dense array of doors on both sides, numbered starting from "1".

The pale, cold lights above hummed, illuminating everything in a deathly stillness, like that of a morgue.

"ah--!"

A short, sharp scream, belonging to a little girl, suddenly erupted from one of the doors on the left, then stopped abruptly as if it had been cut off.

Gen Kiyoko froze, her gaze shifting to the door.

A metal plaque hangs on the door: [Decomposition Room No. 11].

There was also a label next to it: [No. 1013 | 9 years old | Female | Grade A quality].

There is a small observation window on the door.

Gen Kiyoko tiptoed closer to the glass.

Two doctors in white coats, one tall and one fat.

He was fiddling with a machine; the long blades gleamed coldly, and just looking at them made one's heart ache.

On that cold bed lay a child whose limbs were bound.

The doctor on the left, with a blank expression, glanced at the equipment and said coldly:

"Insufficient pain relief and low renal blood production require increased stimulation."

"understood."

Another slightly overweight doctor responded, with a nonchalant smile on his face.

He took a tool off the cart—a metal sling with ten spiral needles.

Number 1013 seemed to realize something.

Tears streamed down her face.

The pain curve gradually increased, and the renal blood production curve also climbed, but it still did not exceed the red line.

"It's still not enough."

"Tsk, what a hassle..."

The fat doctor muttered something, squatted down, and took out a small pointed hammer and some bottles containing concentrated citric acid from the drawer.

"Hurry up," the tall doctor said coldly.

"Okay, okay, really, I'll peel three more and then I'm going to eat. I've been working all day... I'm exhausted."

The fat doctor used a scalpel to make a cut, revealing the molar.

thump.

A muffled thud.

Thump. Thump.

The chubby doctor dipped a cotton swab in the acidic liquid from the bottle and applied it.

The curve on the instrument rose almost linearly, quickly exceeding the set value.

"Haha, great! This batch of kidney tonics is pretty good. I'll get a bonus, hehe..."

All of this happened in just thirty seconds.

There are hundreds of such rooms along both sides of this seemingly endless corridor.

"vomit--!"

Looking out the window, Kiyoko suddenly covered her mouth.

My stomach churned violently, and acid rushed straight to my throat.

When the soul leaves the body, it cannot see "people," but can only sense their breath.

I initially thought the bloody smell came from frozen pork in the cold storage...

Unexpectedly...

How disgusting...

How could such a thing happen in this world... How could anyone do such a thing...

Gen Kiyoko's violent retching startled the executioners in the room.

"Who? Who's outside?!"

Kiyoko suddenly raised her head.

Through that small observation window.

She met a pair of cold, numb eyes, eyes that belonged to an executioner.

Those eyes were fixed on her through the glass.