The sewers.
As the name implied, they were where an entire city hid its filth and grime. In games, players merely controlled characters wandering around a place that looked somewhat dirty, but in reality...
"Fuck!"
The stench that hit him the moment he entered the sewers made Fang Zheng stagger back several steps.
That was right. No matter how pleasant it looked in a game, reality was that the smell in the sewers was dozens of times worse than the filthiest public restroom. The stench alone was enough to suffocate someone. Trying to fight monsters under those conditions was simply a hopeless tragedy where neither heaven nor earth would answer your cries. No horror game, relying on visuals alone, could let players experience even one ten-thousandth of that terror.
Of course, another reason Fang Zheng reacted so strongly was that, as a member of the Dragon Race, his sense of smell was far sharper than a human's. If it had been an ordinary human entering, they would at most have found the smell unpleasant. But Fang Zheng was different. Just standing there, he could smell the nauseating stench of rotting filth slowly flowing through the concrete pipes beneath his feet. Then he thought about having to keep going down there in these clothes...
This was the real Resident Evil, damn it!
"What's wrong, sir?"
Seeing Fang Zheng's expression, the black-haired woman, Ada Wong, pretended to know nothing as she looked at him in confusion. Deep down, she felt somewhat disdainful. In Ada's eyes, the man before her was probably some pampered young master...
"I'm going to change clothes."
Fang Zheng had no intention of heading down like this. He glanced around, then walked straight into the sewer maintenance office nearby and shut the door behind him. Seeing this, Ada raised