Following his memory, Zhao Xun kept close to the walls as he headed toward the general store.
Before coming, he had reviewed all the routes around the general store. His memory was still fresh, so he wouldn't take a wrong turn.
There were hardly any pedestrians. Occasionally, he saw someone slumped on the ground, so filthy that he couldn't make out their features or even tell their gender.
Everyone lying by the roadside either had serious injuries or was skeletal, barely drawing breath.
None of these people would receive any help. They were practically certain to die.
Zhao Xun suddenly realized that he hadn't seen any corpses along the road.
Given how filthy and chaotic the Slums were, bodies lying by the roadside should have been perfectly normal.
Yet despite walking all this way, he had only seen people on the verge of becoming corpses, never any actual bodies.
That meant the Underground City had a department specifically responsible for disposing of them.
It certainly made sense to establish such a department, but how did they dispose of the bodies?
Dump them on the surface?
But when he was outside, he hadn't seen any traces of corpses. The entire snowfield had been clean.
If it had been snowing constantly, it would have been natural for all the bodies to be buried.
But it hadn't been snowing constantly outside. Surely newly dumped bodies would have left some traces.
Yet there had been nothing.
Even if they didn't discard bodies every day but collected a certain number before disposing of them together, and he had happened to enter the game after several days without bodies being dumped on the surface, with earlier snowfall conveniently covering the old ones...
He had blown up two areas on the surface without uncovering a single severed