Is it really normal to contain these anomalies?

Two drops of liquid still dripped from Weir's face into the pool of flesh and blood formed by his and his companions' internal organs.

What should he do?

I clearly don't want it to end here.

I still want to see them grow up well while they keep saying they want to marry their brother...

But now, he can only...

Clearly... feeling the death approaching.

……

Only later.

A glowing black and white butterfly flew gently in front of Weir.

The desperate man didn't look at it. He knew that this kind of butterfly didn't exist in the urban reality...

But this is not an illusion.

It landed on an arm that Weir hadn't felt since the injury.

Like an ice pack and a sedative, the coldness spreading from its tiny body seemed to really cover up some of the pain in his body.

'you……'

With red eyes, Weir finally stared at it.

He was already too weak to speak, and perhaps at this moment he really wished there were more of these butterflies, even more...

If only he could cover his entire body like a blanket, then perhaps all the pain would really fly away, just like in the nursery rhyme he sang to his sister...

"But then I'd be as cold as if I were lying in a coffin."

"Haha... That won't do. I have to go back. I have to go back. The pain doesn't matter... But at least I still have hope before the healing ampoules run out..."

Because of the sudden association with the coffin.

Weir wanted to reject Butterfly's kindness with a last bit of unrealistic wish.

He shook his head as if to dispel it.

But his heart, which should have been anxious because of death, had calmed down at this moment.

Ever since this butterfly arrived...

For some reason, Weir seemed to hear footsteps coming from the darkness.

Almost at the same time, a faint voice of pity flooded into his mind.

Where do people go after they die?

Where have all the people who entered this company gone?

[——They must have returned home, the safe haven where their loved ones and warmth awaited them.

But everyone knows in their hearts that unless we are fired, we can never leave.

[——Then they must have been fired, returning home with everything they had earned, full of hope.

In this company, dismissal is not as simple as it sounds. We are all feathers on a wing, and no feather will fall off a wing of its own accord.

[——So, where will those laid-off employees go?

From the moment they step into the company, everything they have is tied to it. Even if they are fired, they can never take a single step out.

[——A long time ago, people believed that after they died they would turn into beautiful creatures with tiny wings. That was really nonsense.

If we had wings, could we really leave here? Will we get wings after we are "fired"?

'...'

'What are these?'

Weir watched everything happening before his eyes.

In a trance, he seemed to have come to a church where a funeral was taking place, and he was surrounded by employees of L Company who were wearing black suits and orange clothes, which were different from those of K Company.

They all had their eyes lightly closed, each as solemn as a sculpture, as if expressing mourning for the person in the coffin in the center.

And finally...

Weir saw it too.

The man in the coffin——

It's him.

Please don't torture yourself. I will help you get rid of it.

A man in a suit was standing in front of him.

Weir finally raised his head with all his might. He didn't understand what these words meant at first and wanted to ask for help from the kind-hearted passerby.

"No, I don't want to..."

But at this moment, when he saw clearly the man surrounded by butterflies, the words were on the tip of his tongue but he stopped again.

Not only because of its strange appearance with a butterfly head and five arms, but also because -

"No one from K Company will come, just like L Company never let us go."

"This is how the Wings of the World are. Let us take you away."

"Go... fly away as freely as a butterfly. We cannot change the pain that permeates the city, but at least it will allow you to leave."

'...'

These are the sounds of butterflies. Weir looked at the fluttering butterflies and seemed to finally understand what they really looked like.

They used to be employees, but now...

The man in front of him squatted down, and he stretched out a black-gloved finger from his collar and gently touched Weir's head.

"..."

Weir looked at him, the last tears in his eyes still flowing, "Sir, can't I go back?"

The giant butterfly above the abnormality's head fluttered its wings slightly.

In human terms, it's the equivalent of nodding.

"Ding……"

The next second, in the boundless jungle, the solemn bell sounds like church rituals echoed softly.

363

Chapter 363 Dead Butterfly.

Werner's beautiful wish that he didn't want to realize was finally realized.

The anomaly lowered the coffin from its shoulders and released more butterflies.

Black and white, they enveloped a huge corpse here, including Weir's equally decayed body...

【Eternal sleep...May you rest in peace.】

The anomaly still stood there, as if mourning, and as if waiting.

Until, finally, a butterfly that flew from afar gently landed on the cheek of the K Company employee, and it closed its eyes for him...

"Yes, it's the same no matter which World Wing is it."

"There will be no rescue, and even if you survive, there will be no relief."

Bai Yu stared at the unusual figure's back and spoke softly, then raised his gun and shot another K Company filming drone hanging on the flesh hive.

He followed the butterfly here and also heard the mourning bell from before...

"Long time no see, T-01-68 Dead Butterfly Funeral. It looks like you haven't changed at all."

[Recognition confirmed—the abnormal entity of the frontal lobe company.]

Abnormality Name: Funeral of the Dead Butterfly

【No.:T-01-68】

[Containment level: Updated to —WAW class (previously HE class)]

[Current observation level: 4.]

[Containment Instructions: 1. Please note that T-01-68 refuses to return to containment until all stray butterflies are taken away.

2. T-01-68 is not hostile to most humans.

As he finished speaking, the system panel opened.

However, compared to the extremely simple management instructions previously recorded by Lobotomy, the content that appeared before Bai Yu this time was even briefer.

Only two key points were revealed.

"First, the Dead Butterfly Funeral is no longer something that a civilian can suppress with a small pistol."

"The second is..."

Bai Yu looked at the abnormality in front of him and slowly turned around, and the butterfly's wings were looking at him.

It is clear.

Now that it's serious, it doesn't really want to return to the containment unit...

……

【Long time no see, Bai Yu.】

Is the child okay?

Perhaps this creature with a butterfly-shaped head can transmit conversations directly into the employees' minds.

Like Weir, Bai Yu also heard the plain voice of pity when he stood in front of the Dead Butterfly Funeral. However, the only thing that surprised him was that in this world, the Dead Butterfly Funeral actually knew him, and the words he said were not incomprehensible.

"The child?"

【…】

【Yeah? 】

Looking at Bai Yu, who was calm but seemed a little confused, the butterfly did not flap its wings.

[That girl from the security department still hasn't recovered...]

'Security Department? '

"Cominnie?!"

Bai Yu reacted in an instant. Even in the W-0001 branch of their world, the Dead Butterfly Funeral Ceremony was kept in the Security Department, which was the holding room guarded by Komini.

"Did she develop any connection with this Abnormality during her work?"

Bai Yu thought of this, but when he thought of the girl lying on the hospital bed, he felt bad.

Therefore, he did not intend to continue to ask such questions, and the abnormality in front of him seemed to want to do the same.

The undertaker seemed to have other things on his mind. The fallen butterflies began to return to the coffin, and the corpse on the ground disappeared.

And at this moment, it quickly continued to scan the entire jungle...

"T-01-68, why are you here?"

But Bai Yu didn't intend to let it go so easily.

Encountering an Abnormal that broke out of containment at Lobotomy Corporation headquarters... or perhaps escaped from a ruined library?

This coincidence is worth investigating.

What's more, there is no need to point the gun at the head of the abnormal person in front of him, as this abnormal person does not seem to have any ill intentions towards him.

After all, according to the rumors about Lobotomy Corporation, the Dead Butterfly Funeral is an entity that was extracted by gathering together the souls of all the dead civilian employees of the Lobotomy Corporation headquarters.

It was just taking away these souls and butterflies that had nowhere to go... Even though it was an HE-class, breaching containment was just like playing a game, and any second-level employee with slightly better equipment could suppress it smoothly.

And died in its hands...

When passing by Weir's body, Bai Yu looked at his peaceful and calm expression, and finally got the answer.