"Guest, is there anything you need help with?"

The waiter, although noticing that the guest who suddenly barged in seemed strange, still approached kindly. After all, his small shop had been in the City of Sin for a long time and never encountered any trouble.

There had been plenty of troublesome troublemakers, but they were quickly dealt with by the staff in question mark attire, as everyone knew that Mr. Question Mark privately kept an eye on this pizza place.

Just as the waiter was about to approach the strange guest... Snap!

His wrist was suddenly grabbed.

Turning his head, it was that guest with the sackcloth head, still chewing on pizza.

"Evacuate everyone, including the manager, from the store."

"You are!"

At this moment, the question mark on the sackcloth head had already appeared, no longer hiding his identity.

Mr. Question Mark sensed a kind of aura he had never encountered before, one that didn't belong to the Corner, though very weak, it needed to be treated cautiously.

Through a mental link, the staff quickly reported this to the owner, and within seconds the store was completely evacuated.

The problematic guest remained seated in the Corner, continuously scratching at the back of his hand, scratching at the dense small holes there.

Even if the skin was torn, even if flesh was scraped away, the small holes remained.

They seemed to still be breathing,

It seemed possible to hear the whistling wind from deep within.

Snap!

Mr. Question Mark snapped his fingers.

The person immediately ceased scratching, turned around, sat upright, revealing a young man's face, seemingly a monster who hadn't been in the Corner for long.

"Scissors, Rock, Paper"

A simple two-player game was about to begin, participants couldn't withdraw.

The game seemed fair, but Mr. Question Mark could almost guarantee a 100% win rate.

By observing the person's face, the scratching behavior, and the panicked expression, he could almost predict what move the opponent would make.

Even without these external behavioral analyses as references, he could still make a judgment the moment the opponent made a move.

No suspense at all,

Mr. Question Mark won the game.

However, the result of the game's outcome wasn't life or death but [The loser must showcase their body to the winner]

The suspicious guest immediately started to remove all his clothing, presenting himself in a star shape in front of Mr. Question Mark.

The strange small holes only existed on his right hand,

Mr. Question Mark remained extremely cautious, neither killing the person nor making any physical contact, only observing from a distance.

During this time in Vortex Town, Mr. Question Mark encountered many comic acceptors and learned a lot about related characteristics.

However, the breathing, vivid small holes in front of him felt completely different, seemingly an alternative anomaly structure.

Yet it shared some commonality with comics,

[Abyss]

"Although these small holes are tiny and dense, from a microscopic perspective, they can also be viewed as an 'Abyss'.

Moreover, the holes appeared to be alive, independent life forms, with the inside corresponding not to this guy's blood and flesh, but an unknown deep space.

What!?"

While Mr. Question Mark was observing, something unimaginable happened.

The person's body actually began to move. To be precise, his arm moved, urgently wanting to scratch at those unbearably itchy small holes on his flesh.

What seemed like normal behavior was horrifying from Mr. Question Mark's perspective.

Currently, during the "punishment phase" after the game ended, even if one existed at the same level, as long as he lost to Mr. Question Mark in a game, he had to endure the corresponding punishment, freedom thoroughly deprived, the body would not have control rights.

The being in front, a monster whose maturity even surpassed that of plants, somehow seized body control, attempting to scratch the itch.

Mr. Question Mark sensed a potential, huge crisis.

He squatted down, drawing a question mark on the floor.

Immediately thereafter,

The floor began to change structure under the effect of the question mark, even the cement on the ground rose, trying to completely seal the monster inside.

With the seal almost completed, Mr. Question Mark heard a noise.

Clap~ Clap~

Like the sound of webbed feet of a toad crawling, as if something was trying to climb out from a deep place.

Seal!

A huge sealed coffin had already formed, completely sealing this person inside.

The surface of the sealed coffin was imprinted with a red question mark structure, indicating that this material had been locked, forming an independent internal game space.

To escape, one must pass a high-difficulty single-player game internally.

But the next second,

Small holes began to appear rapidly on the sealed coffin's surface,

One,

Two,

Three,

Quickly spreading,

Even the red question mark was overtaken by the holes,

Clap~ Clap~ the sound of webbed foot crawling resounded again, and something was about to emerge from among these dense holes.

"Able to ignore my game rules? Among all teachers in Vortex Town, only Teacher Ma could do this... This isn't a comic holder, it's something else!

The Joker wasn't alarmist, something is really coming.

I have to take this matter back."

Mr. Question Mark turned around and headed for the restaurant's front door, and when his hand touched the door handle, a question mark structure rapidly formed on the door's surface.

The Teleportation Gate had been established.

Click!

As he turned the door lock, Mr. Question Mark's expression changed, realizing that the so-called teleportation hadn't taken effect.

Outside is neither Vortex Town nor its surrounding areas.

It's still just the City of Sin, the alley outside the pizzeria.

Looking closely again,

The question mark structure on the door, has somehow developed a small hole structure.

"Could it be that these tiny holes have fully recognized the [Question Mark] trait, capable of indiscriminately infecting all question marks?"

Thinking of this,

Mr. Question Mark decisively takes off his hood and throws it to the ground,

Strangely, the question mark on the bag head doesn't have small holes; everything seems normal, and he quickly comes to another conclusion.

"Ordinary question mark structures are unaffected, but as long as I activate related abilities through the question mark, the question mark itself will be influenced.

Has my ability been completely disrupted?

In that case, I can only go back through the vortex, luckily it's not too far."

Right after Mr. Question Mark's brief pondering, something seems to have crawled out, standing right behind him.

Run.

He, responsible for daily morning runs, is not slow either, charging out of the street, heading to the company's internal vortex teleportation point.

During the run,

There's no pursuer behind him.

Strangely enough,

Mr. Question Mark can still hear the sound of webbed crawling, looking towards different sound sources, he sees a terrifying scene.

On the city's streets, ordinary residents, at least 1/7 of them, have dense small hole structures on some part of their bodies, and these are increasing.

The sound comes from every hole structure, all eyes fixated on him.

"Damn!"

Mr. Question Mark suddenly realizes a problem.

"I came to the company this morning to hand over permissions, then went to the pizzeria for food, didn't notice any anomalies the whole time… But starting from encountering the first infected at the pizzeria.

In less than a few minutes, the entire city began large-scale spread.

This efficiency, it wouldn't take much time to cover the entire Corner. I must report back as soon as possible, and everyone else must report to their respective organizations."

Back at the company,

Because he removed his hood,

With short dark green hair, the handsome Mr. Question Mark is not immediately recognized by the employees.

But as he releases his aura, his identity naturally becomes clear.

It's the first time the employees have seen the appearance of their boss, each one stunned on the spot.

Mr. Question Mark, however, shows no sign of relaxation, he can still hear that crawling sound, rushing first towards his exclusive elevator.

Ding!

The elevator door opens.

Mr. Question Mark does not step inside.

Because the elevator lady standing inside, although calling the boss first, is scratching her abdomen, seemingly inadvertently, causing Mr. Question Mark's scalp to tingle.

He immediately opts for the safety passage,

Strangely enough,

No matter how quickly he climbs the stairs, the crawling sound beside him doesn't wane, that thing remains following him.

Finally,

Mr. Question Mark reaches the corresponding floor, initiating a game to have the employees on this floor mutually fight, allowing him to reach the teleportation chamber door undisturbed.

The escape process flows smoothly, everything proceeds well.

Staring at the constantly swirling black vortex in front of him,

Mr. Question Mark lifts his right foot, about to touch it, suddenly pauses, and retracts his foot.

Standing by the door, motionless.

He calms himself, listening carefully to the crawling sound continuously emanating from his ear.

This sound, seemingly coming from the surroundings, or from others, upon careful distinction is actually coming from Mr. Question Mark's own ear hole.

"I see, the transmission speed was not that fast. You guys have long occupied the City of Sin, deliberately hiding from the beginning, without showing it.

Doing all this, just waiting for my return.

My company's employees have long been infected, during my rights handover this morning, physical contact already occurred.

Trying to use me as a medium, directly reaching inside Vortex Town?

Quite clever… but that's all there is.

Indeed, I have been too safe for too long, without encountering danger, got fooled by you guys. However… the choice to come to the Corner will definitely be the choice you regret most."

As soon as he finishes speaking,

Itching sensation spreads around Mr. Question Mark's ears, permeated with breathing holes.

He remains completely unmoved, without any change in expression.

Quickly confirming his tongue and palm have no holes, he decisively pulls out his tongue.

With a light toss,

He throws the intact tongue into the vortex.

The tongue's biomass successfully inspected, instantly transmitted over.

Immediately thereafter,

Vortex Town closes the City's teleportation channel, the vortex formation quickly disappears.

Mr. Question Mark remains unhurried, leaning against the wall.

Lighting a cigarette he has long cherished, the tobacco inside surprisingly forms a question mark curve structure.

Soon,

Mr. Question Mark is covered in holes all over his body, disappearing instantly.

Leaving only the half-smoked cigarette…

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