"Humans are bound to go mad to such an extent that not being mad is just another form of madness."
It has been three years since Zero Patient fell into a slumber, and Xinhu hasn't changed much, except the fish in cages cannot fly, and the birds deep in the sea are dead.
"Mr. Shi Kuo! Mr. Shi Kuo! Tomorrow night is the deadline for the reorganization of the Moral Oversight Group! A new leader needs to be elected!" On the muddy roads of the Living Management Area stood a number of young grotesque figures. Their bodies greatly differed from normal people, but their minds were even more normal than many citizens. They were the backbone members among the grotesque figures, scattered throughout the city daily, maintaining the operation of the Grotesque Figures Rights Protection Association.
The grotesque figure standing at the forefront had only one arm and one leg, with half of his mouth sewn shut, and his single eye was full of concern.
