Is it really normal to contain these anomalies?

It seemed that the corruption had corroded his entire arm into purple.

Severe pain and burning sensation continued to spread on his right arm, which was previously supporting him. He had not felt it before, but because of the too many wounds on his body and the secretion of adrenaline, he felt numb.

"Bai Yu, what should we do now?"

The uncle found his Second Association Greatsword from the corrupted river, and then began the task of clearing out all the monsters here.

"Go find Moses and the others. I think I heard a big commotion behind us."

"What about this smiling face?"

"Haven't you already broken his arms and legs?"

Bai Yu glanced at the uncle and found that he had acted without authorization and had directly pulled off the two hands of the smiling face that EGO had nailed to the wall.

He was still human, and therefore, his screams echoed in this place.

"Take it away, of course... I want it alive, don't forget it."

"I know."

"That's good."

As Bai Yu spoke, he took one step closer to the smiling face that was being disarmed.

He had a lot to ask him.

But while trudging through the stench, Bai Yu suddenly realized that something was floating along the current and reaching his legs.

When Bai Yu saw it, his bright red eyes froze.

"...this thing."

Bai Yu raised the fingers that were supporting Aijia, indicating that he should lean over.

In addition to the 'smiling face' of which not a single piece was left, what he just picked up might be another clue - the pipe that was different from all the smiling faces.

"Is this the thing that turned Smiley into a monster programmed as an SK-BIO sub-individual by the system?"

Bai Yu took the pipe in his hand and examined it.

This pipe is made of wood, and the carving must have cost its original owner a lot of money...

'Where did Smiley get this?'

Bai Yu recalled that Xiaomian had ingested the same corrupting powder as himself, but had a different result. He was basically certain that this must be an abnormal object.

And when he looked carefully at the pattern on it...

He fell silent.

……

the other side.

What Moses, Komini and the others saw might be the real place of corruption.

They followed the twisting flow forward, and more worms burrowed in the soil beneath their feet...

But they were not delayed for much because at least in terms of fighting, Ezra was definitely a reliable assistant.

"Ten thousand times the force of Pazhao gravity... Flying Kick!"

The girl kicked the corrupted monster in front of her away directly.

However, when she really used her strong body to pass through the torn corrupted monster in front of her and stood firmly on the ground behind it, she still shouted with blood all over her body.

"Waaaaa! Detective, why are there so many slimy worms? Are they also made of distortion?!"

"Ezra, keep going. Don't stop."

"Yes!"

Obedient child.

Moses wiped the sweat from his face.

Ezra was able to continue moving forward under her command, as if she had never been afraid of fighting...

"Ms. Moses, how far are we from the distorted original body?"

Komini asked from the side, who would have thought that after stepping into this twisted turbulence, the struggling girl would not choose to turn back but would continue along the way.

“I don’t know, but it seems to be just ahead.”

Moses puffed on his pipe, and the red ribbon fluttered in the smoke before her eyes.

They are not far from that existence...

290

Chapter 290 The Twisted Equation.

In this corridor, up the stairs.

The purple water became more and more, almost reaching their waists and abdomens.

Some strange-looking piranhas and weird worms also appeared among them.

But these are not big threats. They still need to come here eventually...

A huge front conference room.

This place has almost become a huge fish pond. The water has flooded the large conference table in the center, and sitting on the chairs around it are the townspeople who have been seen in the restaurant before.

How did they get here with their seriously injured bodies?

Moses didn't know.

But they are still alive.

Moses was certain.

Because in them, Moses could see obvious signs of distortion.

"Detective! Look!!"

Ezra, covered in blood, pointed excitedly ahead.

At the conference table, the middle seat was left empty, which should be where the mayor should sit.

"Why are they sitting here?"

Komini walked over.

It’s strange to say, compared to the chaos outside, there are obviously not many monsters from the corrupted land here.

But it's no use...

Everyone sitting here was stunned, no one spoke. The head that was injured in the restaurant earlier surfaced, but it still just stared at the empty seat where the 'mayor' should be.

"Is this a shareholder rights meeting?"

Ezra looked in front of each stiff town resident with great interest. She had heard that the top executives of large companies all had such a power structure.

"Ezra, don't stimulate the distortion."

Moses sighed softly.

But without any proper explanation, she walked past the townspeople.

The distortion itself should be here... If a person's distortion is of a place-based nature, then there must be something that actually supports the entire space.

Therefore, Moses now enters his role as a detective, speculating on the causes of all the distortions in front of him.

Yes……

The occurrence of distortions is not without pattern.

At least in Moses' eyes, most of these distorted beings who no longer resembled humans were now just ordinary people.

However, there are often external factors in their lives that can crush them and make them unrecognizable as human beings, and cause their mental distortion and deformation.

such as……

Bullied by your boss? Annoyed by customers? Overwhelmed by schoolwork? Lost in despair because you can't find a job?

These aspects of urban life oppress them.

Yet, they were never given a sufficient outlet for their emotions, their inner spirits gradually distorted under the pressure of the city, until they reached a critical point. Their outer shells shattered, allowing these inhuman processes to emerge and overlap with their real bodies...

'What are these people looking at?'

Moses held the pipe, and now she had immersed herself in twisted thoughts.

Her gaze followed those of the townspeople towards the empty chair in the distance.

The mayor wasn't there.

But there seems something odd about the space behind that chair.

"what."

With a long sigh, the detective's thoughts wavered like the red smoke emerging from his pipe.

'The Broken Veil.'

Moses didn't know how he came up with this word.

She didn't even know if the world behind the curtain was one she was familiar with, but she still wanted to take Ezra and the others in that direction.

"Don't...don't go over there."

But someone's weak voice seemed to come from the conference table next to him.

Moses turned around and saw that the person who had spoken earlier was just a slightly younger-looking distorted figure.

"why?"

She asked.

"Because in that world... our wishes and hopes will come true."

"..."

"We need money, lots and lots of money."

"We need fame, lots and lots of fame."

"We will be given everything we need..."

Moses did not interrupt her, but at this moment, she saw that the twisted head was trembling slightly.

"Yes, Lord Mayor..."

"We won't lose. As long as we spread the seeds of the beautiful sacred well all over the world, everyone will be able to see the world we see..."

This clarity did not seem to last long, and in the next second, the concrete distortion broke out of her body.

"Detective!"

Ezra's cry echoed in the air, but with a flash of blood in front of Moses, the twisted worms fell at Komini's feet.

"they……"

The Lobotomy Corporation employee looked at the pus and eyeballs floating on the water and probably didn't know what to say.

The distortion on her face was severed, but the girl's blood-red eyes seemed to be revealed behind the distortion.

Her pupils revealed a burning despair...

It also didn't take long before new worms grew on the twisted girl's face, crawling all over her face, as if her body was the most smelly living soil.

"As long as everyone sees that world, they'll recognize our town...right?"

"Hahaha……"

"..."

Every person is different, so every distortion is different.

Even though the detective named Moses has the ability to see through distortion, he cannot know the depth of the abyss called the human heart.

Therefore, she couldn't rely on a superficial understanding to judge the distortion; she could only directly touch it and touch its soul...

"First, we must find the reason. Everything has a reason. Why is this room filled with water? Why is it purple? Why isn't it seawater? Find the corresponding clues one by one, and then we can grasp the cause of the distortion."