They wouldn't react to the virus, but
their genes had indeed been infected by the virus. They simply hadn't undergone any mutations.
Some of these women looked older and were probably survivors from before the apocalypse. The rest were likely from the new generation born after it. But now, all of these women worked in this line of business.
And certain unspeakable diseases had basically been eradicated, because the X virus was too powerful.
In this city, it was difficult for anyone to live in peace. But... Mo Buyan had told me that when that person was around, everyone had lived comfortably. They worked from sunrise to sunset, and hardly anyone had to pay a higher price just to get by.
He'd been a little boy back then. He said he'd seen that person one evening, while playing soccer in front of that building.
Mo Buyan had only remembered this recently. He'd also said I looked a lot like that person—maybe forty or fifty percent alike.
Well... how should I put it? There was nothing wrong with looking similar, but now I really wanted to know what that woman had been like.
"I'm not a virgin. I don't need to explain myself to you... you big idiot."
"Fuck! 凸(艹皿艹 )!"
Si Zhuang gave me the finger. Naturally, I ignored him and turned to Qiao Seven.
"Can you tell me about this sword... its origins?"
I pointed to Kiku Ichimonji at my left hip and looked at Qiao Seven. He hesitated, glanced at the speakers around us, then nodded.
"Fang Juan probably can't hear us now, I suppose..."
"Hear?"
"Yeah..."
Qiao Seven nodded, then sighed helplessly.
"Our boss, wild wolf—Zhang Dongye... used to be a guard by the Empress's side."
"Zhang Dongye... had seen that person?"
"Yeah..."
The thumping rhythm in