Seven days have passed since that puzzling mutation.

Jock limped out of the leaky shack on crutches, and it was early in the morning, before it was time to distribute food and work, and the streets were deserted and there were few people in sight.

The exhaled air quickly condensed into an ice mist, and the temperature in the city was still very low, but the strange thing was that even if it was so cold, no one was seen freezing to death at night.

Jock himself didn't think so

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