They all call me an Outer God.

Chapter 93: The extraordinary price of getting involved
But these things were a long time ago. The Order Association used mysterious items to remove the inexplicable curse there and return the residents to normal.

They even asked the secret keeper, but the epidemic doctors could not detect the symptoms of those people because they were not sick at all.

Everyone had different opinions, some said it was a curse, some said it was acclimatization, and the younger residents also moved away one after another, but the symptoms of aging still caught them unawares.

The mortality rate there is horribly high, but what's even more horrifying is that no one is giving birth, and the population of that neighborhood remains balanced.

Newborns who don't know where they come from often appear in Zolamu, and their young "parents" accept the sudden appearance of the children calmly, raise the children slowly, and continue to repeat the curse experienced by their predecessors.

"Ageing...death."

Riya sat on her seat, flipping through the pages of the book and looking up these legends with her forehead on one hand.

"These curses don't seem to spread to tourists. If it happens repeatedly in a neighborhood, it doesn't sound harmful to the outside world, but the most important thing is... it bites people."

The living skeletons will lose their minds in some dying stage, chase others to bite them like crazy, and they'll run out of the neighborhood and suddenly appear in the streets.

It sounds a bit like a zombie, but the person who is bitten will not mutate. Instead, the skin will be ripped off by those skinny guys. After eating the flesh, the dead bones will live in the new skin for a period of time until they are completely dead.

It seems that in this way, they think that they die as a "person".

"And these are all things that happened in the past few months." Riya folded the newspaper on the side with complicated eyes.

He was thinking about the cause of these things: "Extraordinary creatures or mysterious items. Judging from the situation, the probability of mysterious items seems to be greater, but the possibility of them all appearing cannot be ruled out."

And when talking about aging, he always reminds him of Ms. Eileen. It is impossible for a doctor to pay attention to a sick person for no reason, and it would be better for Eileen to be sent to the hospital in her physical condition.

"It looks interesting." Riya closed the book. He was very interested in these stories, but being interested did not mean that he wanted to take a trip into the muddy waters.

Now he still needs to slowly explore the magician's memes. It won't be too late to have fun in places he's interested in when his meme coding is higher.

Originally Riya thought so.

He continued his work until he watched several investigators leave the library. When he looked at Eileen again, he found that her figure seemed to have lost some weight.

The doctor was still paying attention to her, and he laughed happily: "Look, this person is one step closer to death."

"Bad taste." It was already time for Riya to get off work. He went for a walk outside the library and heard gunshots nearby. The passers-by quickly ran back to their homes and locked the doors.

Soon there were very few people on the streets.

The people around Riya were still watching the situation with a smile, in other words, watching the excitement.

Those who could stay were the brave ones, and some people believed that the gunshots coming from the next street had nothing to do with them.

The next second, several bloody holes suddenly appeared on the man's forehead. He looked at Riya, as if he wanted to say something, but in the next second, his eyes lost their luster and he fell to the ground.

The strong smell of rotting corpses came from that person.

Riya also slowly turned around and saw a man covered in armor walking towards this side with a gun in hand. The man was wearing a helmet and had a double gear logo hanging on his chest.

He walked up to the dead man without even looking at Riya. He took out his knife and cut open the human skin on the ground. He took out a pair of wet bones with brown skin and murmured to himself.

"This is No. 0-324. The seven living corpses of No. 20 have been captured."

His voice sounded like the sound of some kind of machine. No, this person simply seemed like the product of some kind of mechanization.But it shows from various aspects that he is indeed a living person.

He is a living person, but has no thoughts. It seems that this person has been given instructions by someone to only complete specific tasks.

For example, kill the "living corpses" hidden in the city.

"Bam—"

This man left with the motionless living corpse. Before leaving, he deliberately crushed the living corpse's head to prevent it from making any further movements.

"The investigators are all lunatics... How dare a group of ordinary people get involved in the extraordinary?"

What James said at that time echoed in Ria's ears again.

He was strangely silent at this time.

If he guessed correctly, some of the people in that group used mysterious items to erase their own reason and thoughts, completely reducing themselves to "machines" that could perform tasks perfectly.

In terms of efficiency, these people did a very good job indeed, and if the weapon just pointed at was not a living corpse disguised as a normal person, but Riya, Riya would probably be seriously injured now.

"Is it possible that these people can only perform one mission and cannot repeat it with other missions? Or maybe the Order Association does not dare to break up with the secret keeper and directly orders the massacre of the disordered ones."

"It's really much more dangerous outside. It seems we can't let down our guard wherever we go."

"It's just...that was obviously the prey I targeted first."

Riya rubbed his brows. He had just been specifically looking for people behaving strangely on the street, wondering if he could find the old guy running out of Zoramu nearby, but he was intercepted halfway.

"This account will be loaned first. We are not in a hurry to pay it back."

The young man turned around and continued to search for any other extraordinary creatures. Unfortunately, the number of extraordinary creatures here was extremely rare. After the people from the Order Association took away the living corpses, special personnel would soon come to clean up the blood stains on the streets. Clean and tidy.

After doing all this, they will still make the gesture of "praising the sun" in place, which seems to be pitying the dead and purifying the souls of the dead.

"The division of labor in the Order is quite complex. Compared to the Keepers, who are simply doctors and patients, the Order Association should be divided into ordinary investigators, combat departments, and people cleaning the site."

Riya observed the sweeper for a moment and found that its body seemed to be made of straw, but it was dressed in a cleaner's clothes.

"Mystery item?"

Riya became a little more interested, and it was already getting late. Soon after, many people who had hid in their homes left their homes again to do their own things, and the scarecrow cleaning the streets also left the scene after completing its work.

It ran very fast and made strange movements, which made Ria very funny.

The next time, Riya continued to walk in the nearby streets. He stopped and looked down, and found a very small moth lying on the ground.

The moth was flapping its wings and could no longer fly and was dying. But Riya picked it up not out of pity, but because she noticed a numerical symbol on its wings.

number 15.

(End of this chapter)