Resurrection in the Dark Night

Under the shroud of night, the central area of District 19's A-Class City was a scene of dazzling lights and decadent revelry, with wealthy individuals gathering to indulge in a luxurious nightlife unimaginable to others.

However, in the more remote suburbs, streetlights had malfunctioned and remained unrepaired for a long time, while in the dark alleyways beside them, many unknown events were unfolding.

An experienced driver skillfully backed a refrigerated truck carrying meat products into a long-abandoned warehouse.

"Not much cargo today, right? The government's been cracking down lately, and it's not exactly convenient for me."

The driver who stepped out of the cab was a burly man with a beard, his bulging belly a testament to a diet of gutter oil and cheap beer. He approached a manager standing on the steps and asked, their interaction suggesting this was not their first mysterious transaction.

The manager's appearance was a stark contrast to the driver's. He was dressed in a sharp suit, with a neatly trimmed mustache adorning his face. His eyes were devoid of any emotion, and in response to the driver's question, he simply held up a 'six' with his hand.

"Six? That's indeed fewer than before. Since you're a regular, the rules are the same: no electronic transfers, only cash!"

The driver, mimicking the manager, held up a 'five' with his own hand.

The supervisor didn't seem to care about the amount, and with a wave of his hand, a man in his thirties appeared with a briefcase full of cash, which he handed over to the driver's foul-smelling palm.

"Load it up."

Without checking the cash in the briefcase, the driver quickly opened the refrigerated cargo container. Warehouse workers then used trolleys to load six burlap sacks containing the 'cargo' one by one.

Seeing the six pieces of cargo safely stowed in the refrigerated compartment, the driver lit a cigarette, placed it in the corner of his mouth, waved goodbye to the people behind him, and then started the truck, driving out of the city.

Driving all the way to the city gate, two guards armed with firearms stopped him.

He was indeed an experienced driver, seemingly having done this many times before. Both guards on duty at this time had colluded with the driver in advance. After handing over ten thousand yuan through the driver's side window, the truck was immediately allowed to leave the city.

As the truck drove towards the outskirts, within the bumpy rear compartment, one of the six burlap sacks began to show unusual movement. It wasn't caused by the bumps, but rather by something stirring inside the sack.

Some kind of green plant roots were continuously connecting with meat scraps, slowly assembling.

However, the process of merging with the flesh was gradually slowing down, as if the life energy contained within the green plant was running out while helping to repair the parasitic host. Once the assembly was complete, even some of the missing body parts regenerated and repaired under the stimulation of the plant.

A complete young body was encased in the burlap sack. The truck's movement on the bumpy road caused the young man to slowly open his eyes.

"Squeak!" The zipper was pulled open from the inside.

A thin young man with a rather delicate appearance sat up straight from the burlap sack like a zombie. He was, of course, completely naked. His pupils were slightly unfocused, and his mind was in complete disarray. Judging by his appearance, the young man was none other than Yu Jing.

Humans, after waking from a brief period of deep sleep during a midday nap, occasionally experience a short period of mental confusion, unable to recall where they are or what time it is.

Yu Jing's brain had been shattered before, and the construction and repair of nerves were beyond the capabilities of current medical science. Yet, Yu Jing's brain had been correctly repaired, but his memories were all jumbled, with fragmented images flashing through his mind.

—A research institute with a punk aesthetic, a cold and strange girl, seven items, a chilling slaughterhouse—

"The institute's test!"

Suddenly, Yu Jing seemed to have pieced together some of his memories. He turned to look at the other burlap sacks, which were positioned identically to his own, and his heart plunged into an ice cellar, his breathing becoming rapid.

"One, two, three, four, five!"

Yu Jing counted the burlap sacks beside him with his fingers. Including himself, there were exactly six sacks. He sniffed the cold, putrid smell in the air, and the cruel reality was laid bare before him.

"Why!"

Yu Jing refused to accept this reality. He moved to a burlap sack and looked inside, only to find a male corpse. He could recognize the person's identity.

"Is that Old Man?" Yu Jing felt a wave of nausea, but he didn't actually vomit.

As he opened more burlap sacks, he found that none of the corpses inside were complete. When Yu Jing finally unzipped the last burlap sack, Jiang Tian's pale face appeared. Her completely unfocused eyes looked at Yu Jing with no sign of life.

Yu Jing knelt before Jiang Tian's corpse, and a tear rolled down his face from his somewhat frozen and numb expression.

"This money is really easy to earn. These guys bring this pile of 'cargo' that needs to be dealt with every so often. If I keep doing this, I'll have enough money to enjoy the rest of my life."

The driver drove the large truck to a deserted mountain. Beside where the truck stopped, there were ten large pits that had already been dug, as if this were a routine matter.

To be safe, the driver took the handgun from the glove compartment and walked to the back of the truck with a flashlight in his right hand.

"Six bodies are still a bit few. I've already dug ten pits in advance, so I'll just fill up the remaining ones. Speaking of which, I wonder if there are any intact women among this batch of cargo. I still vividly remember the batch from three months ago."

Thinking of this, the driver licked his lips with his tongue, a lewd smile that only a pervert would possess.

As the driver thought about this, he quickly and skillfully removed the chain from the rear door and pulled it open forcefully. The cold air that emanated from inside made the driver rub his thick arms. He shone the flashlight he was holding into the interior.

Where the flashlight beam landed, the six burlap sacks were neatly arranged inside without any abnormalities.

The old driver dragged down the nearest burlap sack, slit the zipper open to check if there was any 'good stuff.'

"Holy crap, this is truly disgusting."

The driver had done this so many times, dumping all the burlap sacks into the pits and then filling them with dirt.

Next was the second sack, still containing 'cargo' that made one lose their appetite. Then came the third, fourth, and fifth sacks, none of which contained 'cargo' that suited the driver's taste.

"What a disappointment, only one sack left."

The beam of the flashlight illuminated the burlap sack deep within the cargo area. With the last flicker of hope, he slit the zipper open, only to find a complete young body lying inside.

"A man? What a shame to waste such a complete corpse."

As the driver was dragging the young man's arm, his expression changed drastically because the arm felt warm, not like a dead person's. Let alone a corpse, even a normal person wouldn't maintain such a normal body temperature after being in a freezer for so long.

Suddenly, the young man calmly snatched the gun from the driver's hand from behind, pointed the muzzle at the driver's forehead, and asked, "Are you personnel from the Research Institute? Where is this place?"

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