"Well, they've certainly done it now," Xu Qin said as she looked at the shattered man on the floor and walked toward the kitchen. "Do you want to watch me cook?"
Han Fei shook his head, noticing black thin lines emerging from the man's body. The lines twisted and writhed within the man's body as if alive, "What are these black lines inside their bodies?"
"These people come from outside the complex, and they all have these black lines in their bodies, like some kind of curse," Xu Qin dragged the slim man into the kitchen, and as she did, his body began to mist and the black lines turned into black smoke.
"A curse?" Han Fei recalled a phrase once mentioned by Insect Building: these outsiders seemed to possess a cursed photograph.