Jiang Mian had assumed that since Number Two was Number Two, there had to be a leader above him.
Since he had brought her to the director's office, the director's identity was obvious.
She just hadn't expected to see a scene like this when the door opened.
The office curtains were drawn, and without the lights on, it looked rather dim.
But when Jiang Mian looked inside, she saw that the walls and floor were covered in strange red clumps.
They writhed slowly, like the monster from her dream. Seeing them so clearly only made them more disgusting.
At the desk, whose outline was barely visible, sat a "person" wearing a white coat.
Probably.
It was hard to make sense of what she was looking at.
Above his neck, he looked like a fully bloomed flower, its colors unnaturally vivid.
Several tendrils of varying thickness extended from it, like stamens, though their surfaces were rough.
Yet he still held a notebook in his hands, repeatedly writing something down.
Jiang Mian couldn't help glancing at Number Two beside her.
Come on, man. Number One doesn't even look human anymore. He's obviously undergone Calamity Transformation, hasn't he?
Number Two seemed not to notice anything. After hesitating for just a moment, he stepped forward and said,
"Director, Number Six has returned. The mission went wrong. Number Four and Number Eight... didn't make it back."
As he spoke, he stared at the air above the flower of flesh, as if waiting for it to look up.
Could it be... he can't see it?
Jiang Mian had a suspicion. Could it be the effect of the Suppressor?
Judging by its mechanisms of control, that stuff affected both the physical and mental realms. It should be capable of causing hallucinations, too.
So what exactly was this