85: Chapter 85 Shocking! The Former King of the Undead is Sorting Medical Waste in Prison?

On the outskirts of the capital, the Third Special Prison.

The air was thick with the strange odor of high-concentration disinfectant mixed with some kind of decaying organic matter; the exhaust fans here roared twenty-four hours a day, yet they still could not disperse that nauseating stench.

The once formidable "Bone Demon" Li Ergou, who viewed corpses as works of art, was now wearing a heavy orange hazmat suit and three layers of rubber gloves, sitting in front of a malodorous mountain of trash.

He gripped a pair of long tweezers in his hand, mechanically sorting the items on the conveyor belt in front of him.

It was untreated medical waste.

Blood-stained gauze, necrotic tissue from amputations, used needles, and various waste products covered in pus.

"Ugh—"

Bone Demon felt his stomach churn, and he let out a muffled retching sound from behind his gas mask.

He used to think corpses were the most wonderful material in the world, and that each white bone could be pieced together in his hands into the perfect undead warrior. But now, looking at this pile of rotting flesh and filth, he just wanted to gouge his own eyes out.

This is too disgusting!

Is this what that devil Gu Changan called "matching his expertise"?

"Li Ergou! Move faster! This batch needs to be sorted before lunch!"

A fully armed prison guard tapped the isolation glass with a stun baton and barked coldly.

Bone Demon shuddered and subconsciously sped up his movements. The black magic-suppressing collar around his neck was flickering with a faint red light; as long as his heart rate or emotional fluctuation exceeded the threshold, this thing would make him experience the mercy of the "Thunder King."

"Main God... kill me..."

Bone Demon shed tears of regret while using his tweezers to pick up a piece of blackened liver tissue and toss it into the incinerator barrel.

"I want to go back to the horror movie instance... Even being chased by Sadako would be better than this..."

This life of endless misery would have to continue until he paid off the 1.2 billion. Based on the current hourly wage calculation, he would probably need to work here for twenty thousand years.

"Not bad."

A familiar voice suddenly came from the loudspeaker.

The tweezers in Bone Demon's hand clattered to the ground, and he curled up like a frightened quail. He stiffly turned his head and, through the stained goggles, saw the man who haunted his nightmares.

Gu Changan was wearing a crisp dark blue uniform, standing behind the one-way glass of the observation room, holding a steaming thermos, his expression as relaxed as if he were strolling in his own backyard.

"Director, is this the 'technical backbone' you promoted?"

The accompanying warden said with a fawning expression, "I have to say, Comrade Li Ergou is truly a talent. In the past, this kind of high-risk medical waste could only be roughly processed by machines, which was costly and inefficient. Ever since he arrived, relying on his keen sense of smell for decaying matter, sorting efficiency has increased by three hundred percent!"

Gu Changan nodded with satisfaction and waved at the shivering Bone Demon through the glass.

"Look, this is putting everyone to their best use."

He took a sip of goji berry tea and said calmly, "He only knew how to create pollution before, but now he has become a pioneer in protecting environmental hygiene. What does this prove? It proves there are no useless villains, only resources in the wrong place."

The warden nodded repeatedly and took notes, "Director, your insight is profound! This is truly a model of labor reform!"

Hearing these words, Bone Demon behind the glass trembled with rage, but he did not even dare to show a fierce look.

He was scared.

Truly scared.

Gu Changan turned and left the observation room, and a crisp System notification sound rang in his mind.

[Ding! Event settlement complete.]

[Congratulations to the host for successfully resolving the "Undead Biohazard" and incorporating the main culprit into the national environmental protection System for reuse.]

[Reward obtained: City-Level Ecological Purification Barrier (Passive Skill).]

[Description: Centered on the host, the air and water sources within a radius of one hundred kilometers will automatically filter out harmful substances, PM2.5 will remain excellent year-round, and the effects of any toxic gas or plague attacks against the city will be reduced by 99%.]

[Reward obtained: Necromancy Spell Analysis Atlas.]

[Description: Automatically converted into "Reference Materials for Human Anatomy and Neural Resuscitation Technology," which has been sent to the National Medical Academy database.]

Gu Changan's mouth curled up slightly.

Not bad, I can save a large sum of the fiscal budget for smog control again.

At this very moment.

Yanjing City's busiest commercial landmark—Wangfujing Pedestrian Street.

Even on a weekend afternoon, the crowd was like a woven tapestry. Giant 3D naked-eye screens played advertisements for popular stars, while fashionable young men and women held milk tea and grilled skewers, lining up in long queues in front of luxury stores.

Noisy, lively, and full of vitality.

Meanwhile, in a dark and damp alley on the side of the pedestrian street, a pair of bloodshot eyes were staring fixedly at the bustling crowd outside from beneath a lowered hat brim.

Zhao Feng licked his chapped lips, revealing a neurotic smile.

He was the host of the "Containment Summoning System."

After being exploited as cannon fodder for three years in that hellhole, the Main God Space, he had finally saved enough points to redeem this System and escape to this seemingly peaceful parallel world.

"The last mission issued by that old bastard, the Main God, was to create chaos?"

Zhao Feng chuckled, his fingers swiping lightly in the Void Realm to pull up the System panel that only he could see, "Creating chaos is what I'm best at. Since I'm here, I might as well give this world a big gift."

His gaze fell on a red skull icon.

It represented extreme danger and uncontrollability.

But he did not care.

"As long as the chaos level reaches S-Rank, I can unlock Divine-Grade containment objects, and then the whole world will be my playground!"

Zhao Feng slammed the icon.

"Summon—Containment Object: Shy Tracker!"

"Go, little baby, let these comfortable pigs feel what despair is!"

Hum—!

In the fountain square in the center of the pedestrian street, space twisted without warning.

It was like a pebble being thrown into a calm water surface, and the surrounding light instantly became dim and obscure. A cold aura appeared out of thin air, causing the sweltering summer afternoon to suddenly cool down.

Plop.

A slender, somewhat deformed figure appeared abruptly on the marble steps next to the fountain.

It was pale all over, without a single hair, and its skin clung tightly to its bones, almost allowing one to see the blood vessels beneath. Its limbs were ridiculously long, and its arms hung down low enough to touch its knees.

It did not attack anyone.

Instead, it turned its back to the crowd, squatted on the ground, and covered its face tightly with both hands.

"Wuwu... Wuwuwu..."

A series of intermittent, hair-raising sobs came from the gaps between its palms. The sound seemed like both a baby's crying and a beast's death rattle, making one's scalp tingle.

The bustling crowd around it instantly fell silent.

A few seconds later, curiosity overcame instinctive fear.

"What is this? Performance art?"

"This is so realistic; the makeup technique is amazing, it looks just like a real monster."

"Quick, quick, take a picture and post it on Moments!"

The crowd quickly gathered, forming a circle. Countless smartphones were held high, cameras aimed at the pale monster crying on the ground.

There were even a few bold internet streamers who held up selfie sticks and approached, shoving their lenses right onto the monster's back.

"Family! Look what I found at Wangfujing! A weirdo crying! Come on, guys, double-tap 666, let me get closer and show you its face!"

Zhao Feng, hiding in the dark alley, saw this scene and laughed until his whole body was convulsing.

"Idiots... a bunch of idiots..."

He clutched his stomach, laughing until tears came out, "Shoot it! The clearer the better! Spread its face all over the internet! Anyone who has seen its face... must die!"

By the fountain.

The pale creature being surrounded suddenly stiffened.

It seemed to sense countless gazes trying to pry into its face.

That feeling of being watched, like needles on its back, triggered the deepest berserk switch in its genes.

The crying stopped abruptly.

In its place came a low growl from the depths of its throat, like the grinding of rusted gears.

"Hrr... Hrhrr..."

It slowly released its hands covering its face.

What a face that was.

The jaw hung down as if completely dislocated, the mouth opened to an absurdly exaggerated angle, splitting all the way to the ears. There were no pupils in the pale eyeballs, only a dead, murky void.

Just at the moment when the internet streamer aimed the camera at this face.

"Ah—!!!"

A shriek capable of piercing eardrums suddenly erupted.

The sound wave exploded as if it were physical, and the screens of the few mobile phones closest to it were shattered directly.

Bureau of Anomalous Affairs, General Monitoring Center.

Piercing alarm sounds instantly rang through the entire hall, the green indicator lights that originally represented safety all went out, replaced by heart-palpitating red and black strobe lights.

[Warning! Warning!]

[Rule-level meme hazard detected! Codename: Shy Tracker.]

[Threat Level: S-Rank (Extremely Lethal).]

[Trigger condition: Any form of visual observation of the face (including naked eye, photos, videos, live broadcast signals).]

[Characteristics: The observer will be listed as a kill-on-sight target; the creature will ignore distance and obstacles to pursue the target relentlessly until the target dies.]

The staff in the hall were instantly in chaos.

Gu Changan had just returned to his office and had not even had time to put down his thermos when the scene at Wangfujing popped up on the large screen in front of him.

But at the moment the image was about to be displayed, the AI "Heavenly Eye," already embedded in the Bureau of Anomalies System, automatically intervened, and the entire screen was plastered with a thick layer of mosaics, leaving only the shrill shriek coming from the audio.

"This is..."

Gu Changan's pupils shrank sharply; his intuition from years of dealing with anomalies allowed him to make a judgment instantly.

A meme killer.

The most troublesome kind.

"Everyone close your eyes! Do not stare at any screens!"

Gu Changan's voice, cold and sharp, spread through the broadcasting System to every corner, "Technical Division, cut off all public large screen signals in the Wangfujing area! Contact all major live streaming platforms and cut off all live streaming sources in that area within three seconds! Whoever dares to delay by one second, I will shut down their servers!"

"Special Task Force, initiate A-Rank containment protocol, everyone put on sonar imaging goggles and block your visual nerves!"

The orders were issued extremely quickly.

But in this era of light-speed information transmission, even a one-second delay was enough to cause a disaster.

Wangfujing scene.

Thousands of onlookers had not yet realized what was happening when they saw the slender monster that had been squatting on the ground suddenly stand straight up.

Its murky eyes stared fixedly at the streamer who had just gotten the closest.

The next second.

Its figure disappeared.

Leaving behind only an afterimage that was difficult for the naked eye to capture.

Bang!

The internet streamer did not even have time to scream; his whole body, as if hit by a high-speed train, instantly flew out and smashed hard against the fountain's marble sculpture, turning into an indescribable mosaic.

The crowd was silent for a second.

Immediately after, panic erupted like a plague.

"Murder!"

Screams, cries, and the sound of trampling blended into one.