Jiang Chunyang sipped his hot tea, gazing at the densely packed red dots flickering on the projection screen, reminiscent of the red spots that spread across the bodies of those infected with a disease, imparting an intensely creepy and chilling feeling.
Anyone with trypophobia absolutely should not be looking at this.
The image on the projection screen changed.
Experimental subjects, akin to walking dead, roamed the long streets, naked with hollow eyes.
The young girls on the street thought they had encountered exhibitionists and screamed in fright.
Some drunken men boldly approached to flirt.
Because among the experimental subjects were quite a few young women, their bodies voluptuous and exposed.
As a result, those men were bitten in the throat as soon as they approached, unable even to scream, they convulsed until they gradually went limp, losing all vitality, and turned into corpses.
