In a certain sewer, a portable strong light stood by the wall, its blinding brightness illuminating the surroundings with clarity.
Under the light was a withered corpse, with dry and brittle silver hair on top and black on the bottom half.
A few men in black suits were hiding by the corpse, rummaging through something with white gloves on.
Luo Feng stood at a distance, covering his mouth and nose with a handkerchief, his brows slightly furrowed as he looked with distaste at the sludge on the ground and a pile of rat remains.
He was still dressed in his white lab coat and narrow-framed gold-rimmed glasses, only his hairstyle was somewhat disheveled, and his lab coat was splattered with a few spots of mud.
At this moment, he deeply regretted not wearing a one-piece raincoat to this place, which was proving to be an ordeal for him.
No, for someone with such severe mysophobia like him, even wearing armor would still make him feel disgusted.
