Farther away lay a dilapidated street.
Old houses, one after another, and plastic signs scattered on the street, "Big Rice Pot Canteen," "Wanjia Hotel," "Deep Space Grand Hotel," and so on, were obscured by dense mold.
There were also a number of rusty, abandoned vehicles parked by the roadside.
The crowds from the outside world seemed to turn a blind eye to this desolate street, each going their own way.
Only these few from the Abnormal Foundation ventured into the decaying street.
"This was a bustling district in the past, where, over forty years ago, a tremendous disaster occurred."
"At that time, it couldn't perfectly control its own power, twisting many humans into distortions."
"Therefore, this area has become forbidden to civilians. Under its influence, people unconsciously ignore this place and are unable to perceive its existence."
"Do those distortions… still exist?"
