Is it really normal to contain these anomalies?

He had seen bloody scenes worse than this, but most of them were caused by anomalies...and these "garbage dumps" in front of him were obviously man-made!

hit?

revenge?

He thought rapidly in his mind, but looking at the 'black group' in front of him, which also included old people and children, he still couldn't think of any suitable reason to commit the crime.

Fortunately, his webmaster gave him an explanation.

"This is Alley 23, also known as the Alley of Flavor. The chefs here believe in using human flesh as a meal... and to ensure the ultimate freshness, they keep the ingredients alive for as long as possible."

Bai Yu said this indifferently, but looking at the scene before him, he had to admit that this place was indeed one of those back alleys that permeate the entire city like veins. He didn't even have to look for it; the ground was littered with 'leftover food' that had been gouged out.

But the foundation staff around him obviously did not have such feelings.

Cannibalism?

This is a topic that is difficult for any normal modern person living on Earth to accept.

And an entire alley of chefs are Hannibal?

"Even Ambrose Restaurant (a Foundation GOI organization) is much better than them!" the MTF agent growled.

As someone who had carried out many abnormal missions, he could accept bloody scenes, but this focus on killing and cannibalism still touched his bottom line as a human being.

In comparison, he even thought the two D-class personnel beside him didn't deserve to die so much!

"Can these bars be opened?"

The agent pulled out the pistol from his waist and slowly walked towards the hell in front of him, hoping to give them a quick death.

But Bai Yu shook his head.

"No, the time is up."

As soon as he finished speaking, as if just as he said, a thick blood-red fog suddenly appeared at the right end of the alley.

A large number of blurry figures are walking towards here in unison.

"Don't leave...us to...them! Please...you!"

I also saw the residents at the end of the alley twisting their broken bodies wildly.

They seemed to want to escape.

But how can they escape with their limbs cut off?

The desperate cry could only wander in this back alley street with closed doors and windows.

Chapter 176 What I Saw and Heard

This is daily life in the back alley.

And now, it has become one of the most dangerous places in the city.

Yes...it is still within the time period from 3:13 to 4:32. This is the time when the city closes its eyes and no one will be held accountable for any violation of any rules. This is the time for the scavengers to work and enjoy the feast.

It’s late at night in the back alley.

Humanoid creatures wearing fluid masks walked out of the thick fog.

Blood was flowing on the sickles in their hands, as if they had just slaughtered a large group of lambs in this place with a stinking ditch.

"Five seven six twenty three forty two nine one eight."

These humanoid creatures muttered strange words, but did not stop.

They are coming in a mighty force, and at this moment, they will not stop.

"wait wait wait!"

In front of Bai Yu, the "black groups" were squirming, as if trying to escape from the scythes of the god of death.

But they can only stare at the prosperous city on the other side of the fence, and then... feel the coming pain one by one.

The sharp hooks cut their skin, and more digestive fluid from the iron pipe behind the scavenger was injected into their bodies.

"Doesn't the government here care about these things? Just let them kill people at will?"

The MTF agents' expressions under their helmets were somewhat grim. Even though they were separated by a wall, they could all see the tragedy happening in front of them.

As wailing echoed throughout the back alley, the bodies of the 'black group' in front of them were flattened like deflated balloons under the suction of the sickle.

Their deaths were painful and long.

"Manage? How? The scavengers were originally sent by the leader to clean up the garbage in the back alleys. This is a reasonable behavior tacitly approved by the city... There's nothing we can do about it right now."

Bai Yu sighed deeply. He knew that these people with broken limbs were beyond help, unless someone was willing to inject them one by one with K Company's extremely expensive healing ampoules...

"Gentlemen, you should know that hundreds of thousands of people died in the city overnight. If it weren't for the scavengers cleaning up the streets every night, the entire city would have been completely overwhelmed by the mountain of corpses and the plague."

"..."

After hearing the stationmaster's explanation, everyone fell silent.

The feast continued before their eyes. The scavengers quickly finished their food and noticed the onlookers in the W nest.

However, they only remembered the tension and incomprehension in their eyes in their already liquefied brains. The time had reached 4:32, and they turned and left...

The dark figure slipped back into the shadows of the back alley.

There was nothing left on the grass and stone road, as if nothing had happened.

And just 1 to 2 minutes after the scavengers left completely, the locked doors and windows in the back alley were finally opened.

People gradually came out of the room, setting up stalls, shouting, buying vegetables... They were used to such days.

But looking at the fireworks-filled scenes before them, the members of the foundation team still couldn't relax.

It wasn't just the tragedy that happened a few minutes ago, but also because they simply couldn't imagine how many of the culprits who created those "black balls" were among these chefs who were smiling and selling breakfast to their neighbors, and whether these breakfasts were mixed with human flesh...

"What's your impression of the city now?"

Bai Yu asked slowly, but he didn't need an answer, because looking at their slightly stiff bodies, he knew that the beautiful filter that W Nest created for them was now shattered.

"Welcome to the city, colleagues."

As the webmaster, he finally gave them a belated 'welcome' on behalf of the city.

"I hope you can adapt to the working environment here as quickly as possible...and that others who come to this damn place will be mentally prepared in advance."

"Please don't have any good opinions about the people and things here, especially in the back alleys. Most of those who have lived in hell for a long time have turned into demons..."

The members of the foundation listened quietly, and finally understood - this world has gone crazy!

Yes, they only need to think about it carefully to understand that the living conditions in the back alley and the nest are absolutely different, and the strange rule called "Back Alley Late at Night"...it is impossible for them to come up in the normal world.

"Stationmaster," the agent interrupted Bai Yu, "what are we going to do here?"

As an MTF agent, he might laugh at the Ethics Committee for being too kind to some D-class, but his views on the city, whether now or in the future, would probably be consistent with theirs.

They'll probably all hate this place...

"Secure, contain, protect."

Bai Yu gave his answer calmly.

"We have to admit that we can't save them now, at least not yet... In the future, we will solve these problems at their root."

"The eight chefs headed by Alley 23 are the city's most wanted stars. Sooner or later, we will 'contain' these lunatics in the 'ward' we have prepared for them..."

As he spoke, he slowly walked into the alley carrying the butcher's knife.

"Sir, would you like some breakfast? Our breakfast is absolutely delicious, almost as good as the dishes of the eight great chefs, all made by human..."

A resident of Lane 23 came over enthusiastically and tried to sell his food.

But before he could finish his words, the bandaged sword blade brushed past his toes and pierced into the grassy road. An inexplicable fear forced the resident of Lane 23 to shut up and return to his stall.

Bai Yu ignored his escape. Killing one or two "little chefs" who imitated the eight master chefs would not solve any problems.

He just continued to look at the endless winding alley...

He finally added softly.

"Everyone, we will do everything in our power to change the world."

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W-0001 Branch, Training Department Staff Lounge.

People who did not belong to this world were digesting what they had just seen and heard outside.

Until the MTF agent, the team leader, interrupted everyone's thoughts.

"Yu Qiming, report your current physical condition,"

"The visibility is 47%. If we go by Director Liu Ming's data, we should be able to stay here for another 4 to 7 hours."

The young thaumaturge glanced down at the monitoring system the Foundation had urgently installed for them.

“It’s not a big problem…”

"Well," the agent nodded, "Your perspective is the lowest among us..."

Chapter 177: Request from Lobotomy Staff

"Maybe it's because the concentration of EVE particles around here is higher than on Earth, but more unstable. I've tried to condense them around me a little..."

Yu Qiming explained hesitantly.

He now suspected that it was these chaotic EVE particles in space that disrupted their stability in this world, but he had no evidence to support it.

"Alright, I don't understand much about thaumaturgy, but no matter how well you feel, we're leaving in three hours. We can't take any risks," the agent said to Yu Qiming. "Leave the rest of the testing to the station chief, D-3, and D-4668."

"Hmm..." The young thaumaturge nodded.

"By the way, you probably haven't seen anything on the front lines of dealing with anomalies before. Are you okay with seeing those things this time?"

The agent expressed some concern. Even for him, a veteran who had carried out four unusual missions, it was difficult to accept the things that appeared in the alley.

"Alas... You've only been in the Foundation for a month. It's a relief that your sister actually approved you to come."

"It's okay, Brother Shao, I can hold on."

Yu Qiming smiled. After all, he was the one who took the initiative to apply for this action.

But it was only because of his special expertise in space physics that he qualified to enter as one of the first investigators.

But he didn't say these things. He just glanced around. In this orange hall, the employees of the company called Lobotomy seemed to have just started working, and people were constantly coming and going.

Although these employees seemed a little curious about these outsiders wearing full-body protective suits, there was not much negotiation.

Yu Qiming shook his head, took out other miniature detection instruments and notes from his backpack and placed them on the table, then began his research as a thaumaturge.

But he didn't sit still for long, as a civil servant slowly walked towards them.

"Um...hello," she greeted everyone in the foundation a little stiffly.

"Is there a problem?"

Yu Qiming raised his head and saw the girl under the mask.

She was the first person who showed an interest in approaching them, and her nervousness was clearly visible on her pretty face with a few freckles.

"I saw that you have been sitting here for so long without eating, so I brought some breakfast from the cafeteria." She picked up the takeaway bag in her hand and smiled as gently as possible, as if to prove that she had no ill intentions.

It’s a pity that she came at such an unfortunate time.

After walking through Alley 23, they probably wouldn't want to eat breakfast for the next week.

"Sorry, we're not hungry yet," Yu Qiming felt the same way, so he easily rejected her.

"Ah... is that so?" A hint of panic crossed the girl's face, and her free hand kept buttoning the sleeve of her uniform. "Then... can I put it aside for now? You can eat it when you're hungry?"

She seemed to be afraid that the group of people in front of her would reject her approach...

"No problem, but if you have something to say, just tell me directly," Yu Qiming saw through the girl's little thoughts and gave her a way out.

Upon hearing this, she hurriedly introduced herself.

"Ah, my name is Lali. Of course, I'm just a clerk, unlike you employees..."

"Clerical?" The Foundation staff didn't quite understand these lobe-related terms. "Are you talking about staff responsible for paperwork? That's fine. We're all employees, everyone is the same..."