Countless regular pipes full of mechanical beauty, which can be called the gospel of the obsessive, criss-cross.

In every cabinet, there are people with blank personalities, some young, some in their prime, or some very old.

The men and women were so densely packed that they were countless and eye-catching.

The cabinet is filled with clear liquid.

People's eyes were closed, their lips were tightly closed, they were silent, and their chests did not rise and fall.

Chen Feng breathed hard the quiet air in the hall.

Although no one spoke, he seemed to hear a silent roar.

There was not much anger in the roar, nor was there sad despair, but only inexplicable indifference and despair.

This is the will of the collective personality quietly pouring out its numbness and confusion to the universe.

Ou Qinglan opened the information monitoring dashboard.
Chapter completed!