Angel took a quick look. Lizi's task progress was moving fast; she had already confirmed the identity of the skeleton and was now contacting the skeleton's family.
As for Connors... there had not been much progress yet.
That was normal. Virus research was unlikely to succeed overnight.
Angel shook his head and withdrew his gaze.
By then, he had reached the "tunnel" area of Late Ming Street. Once he passed through it, he would arrive at the main district of Eighth Town.
The moment he stepped into the tunnel, Angel's restless thoughts gradually settled into calm.
The air was clearly thick with damp, moldy smells, yet as he walked through this tunnel district, where even the echoes of footsteps could be heard, his mind felt incomparably peaceful.
It was as though the place came with a barrier that soothed the heart and stilled the spirit.
As he passed the middle stretch of the tunnel, Angel caught sight of a warmly lit flower shop by the roadside.
A mutant clerk with horrifying tentacles growing from his face was holding a watering can and watering the potted flowers beneath the lights. Perhaps noticing Angel's gaze, the mutant clerk looked up at him.
He smiled and nodded in greeting.
Like a harmonious encounter between a shopkeeper and a passerby.
However, once Angel and the clerk had passed each other and moved away in opposite directions, the clerk's smile slowly faded. He turned and quietly watched the direction Angel had left in, his eyes carrying a faint, nearly imperceptible emotion.
A moment later, he shook his head and stopped watching, continuing to water the flowers as he returned to tranquility.
Once he left the tunnel, Angel immediately heard the usual clamor of Eighth Town. He turned back to look at the pitch-black tunnel. Though