"The sky is so cloudy." After leaving the basement, Aaron raised his head and glanced at the dim iron-grey color in the gap between the buildings, feeling as if the clouds would fall on his head anytime and anywhere.

"It smells like it's going to rain." The designer took a deep breath of the humid air, "The weather is not good, we'd better enter Kaiyang Street before the rain reduces visibility."

"Trouble always happens in clusters." The gloomy sky made people feel a little unmotivated. Aaron complained casually and followed the designers who had already left.

I don't know whether it was due to the weather or the time, but the streets seemed lonelier than before. The humid wind blew through all the clothes the moment it swept over his body, making Aaron shiver from the cold. The designer was vigilant.

There was a buzzing sound in the sky from time to time, and Aaron was led through the streets and alleys and over the ruins in a familiar way. Soon the two of them entered a street that Aaron had an impression of. It was here that he was captured by Mr. Zhang's horse.

As Frank's accomplice, he had no choice but to flee with Ling Chong into Yu Wanzhi's headquarters building to seek shelter.

The two crossed the street and found a safe multi-story parking lot to climb to the top floor. They wanted to conduct a field inspection of Kaiyang Street before making detailed plans.

"You should be able to tell, the row in front is Kaiyang Street." The designer stopped and pointed forward, "After the Ninth District became what it is now, I didn't dare to go there again, and I don't know what's inside.

What's going on?"

"You'll know after you go in and take a look." Aaron took out his phone and compared the relative positions on the map and reality, "Where do we enter from?"

"Phoenix Nightclub is better. It has many entrances and exits and is the main hub of the underground tunnel. You can enter and exit." The designer stared at the dilapidated street scene and finally selected a large building that was relatively low but covered a wide area.

"You also designed the nightclub?" Aaron didn't ask about other people's past hobbies. He just wanted to make sure that the designer understood the route he had chosen.

"It is the first building that I designed together with my former partner." The designer's face suddenly showed an inexplicable expression on Aaron's face. "On the night it was successfully completed, my partner drank too much because he was happy.

I got into a fight with a gangster on the street and was hit in the head with a beer bottle."

"..." Aaron was stunned. He didn't expect to hear such a story of extreme joy and sorrow due to his casual question.

"Anyway, I still remember every corner and secret passage inside. This is one of the reasons why Boss Yu was willing to pay me a lot of money to be his chief designer. There was someone in the team who knew what the enemy's fortress was like.

Engineer, it will be much easier to break in." Of course, the designer had already seen through Aaron's little worry and gave him reassurance.

"I'm counting on you." Aaron smiled bitterly, following the designer out of the parking lot and toward the nightclub like a little follower.

Originally, in Aaron's vague memory, there should be a row of buildings behind the nightclub, but now they are all turned into bricks and rubble scattered on the ground due to the fierce exchange of fire. It is not only difficult but also dangerous to climb over this pile of construction debris.

If a drone passes by in this type of terrain, there will be no place to seek shelter and it will be difficult to even escape.

The two of them were lucky and managed to get to a back door, or rather the back door frame, of the nightclub without being harassed. The upper door was missing.

"The back corridor of the kitchen is accessible." Looking inside the door, the designer turned back and waved to Aaron to follow.

The weather outside was not good, and the windowless corridor became darker and darker as we walked in. The left half of the double door at the end was shattered to pieces. When the two were about to approach, the right half suddenly made a strange creaking sound.

The two people were so startled that they immediately stopped and used all their senses to search their surroundings. Although they found no signs of danger, there was a faint but unignorable smell that penetrated their nostrils.

The smell of putrefaction, to be precise, was the unique smell of rotting corpses. The two of them had smelled this smell and knew what it represented. They made simple communication gestures, and then cautiously approached the kitchen in a formation of alternating cover.

The kitchen was very dark, with only a few safety lights in the corners still emitting a half-dead green light. The kitchen counter, which had once been a stage for the chef to show off his skills, was in a mess, and the refrigerator placed against the wall had basically been opened and emptied.

The contents were revealed. Aaron followed the direction in which the rotten smell came and quickly found the source of the smell - a man whose appearance was completely unrecognizable as he sat in the corner. The place above his neck where his head should have been was now empty.

On the wall behind him, there was a pool of stains radiating outward in a star shape. You could even see gray-white bone fragments stuck to the wall with yellow pus. This man's head was literally "smeared"

"On the wall.

"The stench isn't serious, I'll be dead for three days at most." The designer walked over holding his nose and said in a low voice.

"It looks like someone hit his head against the wall with a sledgehammer, that's it." Aaron looked away from the wall and made a golfing gesture.

"It could also be a high-powered robotic arm. I've seen similar scenes in unrestricted underground boxing matches." The designer grinned, "This is already the tenth day. If those crazy guys didn't find ammunition for their weapons,

IQ, this should be the method they use to kill people now, just to fight for survival materials, there is no need to be so exaggerated."

"Could the boxing match you're talking about be held near here?" Aaron suddenly felt a chill running down his spine.

"There is an underground arena ten meters below us." The designer pointed to the floor.

"...How about we change places?" Such a vivid example was painted on the wall, even though Aaron, who was not afraid of anything, was still a little nervous now.

"There are more violent places around, do you need me to introduce a few to you?" The designer was so amused by him that he almost laughed, and joked back at him.

"Well, let's stay here, at least we know the way." Aaron shrugged awkwardly, giving up the idea of ​​changing places.

However, after seeing such a conspicuous warning slogan, both of them became obviously more vigilant than before, and their progress became cautious and slow. The slightest disturbance would cause the two of them to stop and check the nearby environment. This obviously slowed down the process.

It affects the rhythm of their actions, but for them who pursue safety first, it is worth wasting time as long as they can avoid danger in time.

After following the designer up a few flights of stairs, Aaron saw the underground arena he just mentioned.

"Is it right here?" Aaron glanced at the discarded lottery tickets with footprints next to his feet, and felt that the scene he saw was a bit inconsistent.

"That's it, is there a problem?" The designer read the confusion in his eyes.

"When does this place usually open? Is there a lot of visitors when it's open?" Aaron bent down and picked up the lottery tickets on the ground, read the words on them, raised his head and asked the designer.

"I'm not sure about the specifics. After all, I'm not a regular customer. In my impression, every time I come here, there are people doing dirty tricks for money or fame. However, the most customers are definitely during the prime time after dinner. During that time, the most brutal and powerful people will always be sent.

Boxers fighting in the ring attract a lot of gamblers and excitement-loving guys every day." The designer thought for a while and replied.

"If there are people there at all times, don't you think this place is too clean?" Aaron rolled his eyes and understood the reason for the dissonance.

He still remembered the approximate time when the virus targeting the prosthetics was released. It was not a time when people were sparsely populated, and although the underground arena he was in looked very dilapidated and had traces of fighting, this place actually turned out to be miraculous.

Not a single corpse was found on the ground, but the corpses of newly deceased people were clearly displayed on the floors above.

"This?!" After he reminded the designer, he also reacted. Indeed, this place full of violence at the time of the incident should be a tragic scene. It is not surprising that there were several dozens of corpses left behind. On the contrary, it was

It looks weird when it's completely empty and clean.

There are roughly two possibilities for such a situation. One is that no one at the scene was dead at the time, and everyone, whether crazy or sane, left the place. The other is that someone cleaned up the scene afterwards and dealt with the rot.

Disease-causing corpses.
Chapter completed!