I put you in charge of those rebellious female soldiers, how come they all became top special forces

"In certain neighborhoods of the United States, especially in Philadelphia, there are countless addicts who use zombie drugs."

"That kind of 'du ping' will cause the skin and flesh to ulcerate, resulting in huge open wounds, and you won't feel any pain."

"Those wounds, exposing bone and oozing pus, teem with maggots!"

"The muscles at the wound site will twitch incessantly due to the stimulation of the medication, causing those white worms to rise and fall in the red, rotten flesh, like dancers twisting in a dance floor."

"So, the locals call them—Discomi."

"vomit!"

Ram, who was some distance away, couldn't help but gag, covering her mouth.

That image was so vivid.

Even Meng Yi unconsciously tightened her grip on the bone knife, a hint of disgust flashing in her eyes.

This is far more disgusting than a simple corpse.

Song Jia began to recall that sealed-off memory.

That was the summer when I was eight years old.

"My parents went to Philadelphia for a neuromedical conference. They were very busy, busy socializing, busy debating."

"And I, the genius daughter who was always praised for being obedient and sensible, ran out of the hotel's safe zone while chasing a cat."

I walked into a main street.

"Later I learned that the place was called Kensington Street, the most notorious zombie site in the United States."

Song Jia crossed her arms, her fingers digging deeply into her flesh.

"There are no normal people there."

"The streets were full of zombies. Some people were sleeping standing up, their bodies folded into unbelievable angles. Others were crawling on the ground, making incomprehensible roars."

"The air smelled of urine, rot, and cloyingly sweet freckles."

"I was terrified, I tried to run, but I got lost."

"I was stuck in a dead end."

Song Jia's breathing suddenly became rapid, and her pupils contracted sharply.

"That's a homeless person, or something else."

"I couldn't even make out his skin color; all I could see was that his hair was matted together and he was delirious."

"But when they saw me, their cloudy eyes suddenly lit up."

He called out to my daughter, saying, "Daddy has finally found you."

Chen Zheng listened quietly, his lips twitching slightly involuntarily.

He lunged at me and hugged me tightly.

Song Jia's body began to tremble again. "I wanted to push him away, but he was so strong."

"My face was pressed against his chest, and I smelled that nauseating odor."

"Then I saw his legs."

She closed her eyes, and tears streamed down her face.

That image was a nightmare that haunted her for the rest of her life.

"His trousers were half torn, and there was a hole the size of a bowl on his calf, deep enough to expose the bone."

"In that hole, there was no blood, only pus, and a whole nest of white rice grains churning inside."

"His flesh was twitching, and the worms were wriggling in his wounds."

"One, two, hundreds or thousands."

He even grabbed my hand and pressed it into the wound, saying, "My dear daughter, help Daddy get the rice out, Daddy will cook for you."

"what!"

Song Jia suddenly screamed in despair, collapsed to the ground, and covered her eyes with her hands.

"So dirty! So dirty!"

"It's full of bugs! I can't get them off no matter how much I wash it!"

"They've crawled into my fingernails, into my pores, and they're even dancing!"

Ram and the others in the distance were terrified by this description.

This isn't just a tragic childhood, it's straight out of a horror movie.

No wonder Song Jia is a germaphobe.

Let alone an eight-year-old girl, even an adult would have a hard time maintaining mental sanity after experiencing something like this.

"So, that's why you have OCD?" Chen Zheng, after all, had seen a lot in life, and his voice remained calm.

Song Jiadun lay on the ground, panting heavily.

"Yes, from that day on, I felt like the whole world was dirty."

Even if I wash my hands until they bleed and soak them in disinfectant, I still feel that the insect eggs are still there.

"That vibrant, wriggling life force, reveling in decay, made me want to vomit!"

She suddenly raised her head and looked at Chen Zheng.

"As for poison."

Do you know why I like poison?

"That day, the police came and shot and killed the homeless man."

"At that moment, he stopped moving, and the insects stopped jumping."

"The world is finally quiet."

Song Jia staggered to her feet and sighed.

"High-concentration drugs are the cleanest things in the world."

"It can kill life, and it can kill decay."

"Under my microscope, even the poisoned cells appear to be stationary!"

"Only complete death can bring absolute purity!"

"This is exactly what I wanted!"

After Song Jia finished speaking, she used all her strength and swayed weakly.

She closed her eyes, awaiting Chen Zheng's verdict.

Then, Chen Zheng also fell silent.

He simply looked at the girl in front of him quietly, his eyes filled with complex emotions.

Whether you scold or comfort someone, it all seems particularly useless in the face of this kind of experience.

"Alright."

After a long silence, Chen Zheng finally spoke, "That's enough for today. You should go back and rest."

"Your punishment will be discussed tomorrow."

Upon hearing this, Song Jia simply nodded slowly.

Chen Zheng didn't look at her again and turned to walk towards the office building.

Only after his figure completely disappeared around the corner did An Ran and the others, who were hiding behind the wall, dare to cautiously come out.

"Song Jia..."

Lam ran a few steps to Song Jia's side, wanting to help her, but stopped halfway through reaching out her hand.

She didn't know how to comfort her.

Keyboard also came over, took off its coat without saying a word, and draped it over his shoulders.

An Ran and Meng Yi exchanged a glance, and both of them saw intense shock in each other's eyes.

Soldiers are not afraid of bloodshed and sacrifice.

But they really have no way to deal with this psychological trauma.

"Let's go back to the dorm first."

In the end, An Ran bent down and, together with Meng Yi on either side, helped Song Jia up, walking step by step towards the dormitory building.

......

That evening, in the canteen of Mulan's team.

Song Jia didn't come.

The girls sat around a table with steaming hot food in front of them, but none of them touched their chopsticks.

Especially when you look at the white rice in the plate, so translucent and plump.

This is what they want most after training.

But now...

"vomit……"

Ram looked at the bowl of rice, her stomach churning, and finally couldn't hold it in, covering her mouth and dry heaving.

"I can't take it anymore. I feel like I'm traumatized by rice for the rest of my life."

She pushed her rice bowl away and cried out in despair, "Can someone give me a bowl of noodles? A steamed bun will do too!"

Guo Huaiying sat next to her, her mouth full of braised pork, and asked indistinctly, "Sister Lamu, why aren't you eating? The braised pork smells so good today, it's perfect with rice!"