Cover Your Face

It has been more than ten years since the Masked Virus appeared, and people have long been accustomed to coexisting with mutants. "Society needs you, the family needs you" is shouted on TV every day. Masked mutants have suddenly become in-demand goods in all walks of life. It seems that anyone can live a decent life with this skin. Thus, elite humans, Frankensteins, drunkards, and terrifying masked superpowers were born. Behind the bizarre paranormal events, human suffering is taking on the most real shape in a ridiculous manner. "If healing meant returning to the pain that once broke you, would you do that?" Nie Shu asked many people. Some people are silent, some are angry, and most people's answer is - unwilling. She wasn't surprised. She is a bystander who can only move her lips. She originally thought that this job would continue like this forever, but after taking over the cloister, her peaceful days suddenly came to an end. A partner who didn't catch eye the moment they met, and whose horoscopes are incompatible; Xiao Huangmao, a poor man who was tricked into joining a job in order to pay off his medical bills; A mechanical android who persists in searching for an answer; … A group of weird people and weird things were surrounding her. These people are pursuing their own answers and guiding Nie Shu in her own direction. One day, she will also get her own answer. [The first unit events are loading] Cloister leader Nie Shu's first case as new official An explosion occurred in a cafe, but no conventional ignition materials were found at the scene However, a few days later, the dead man who had been "offline" for four days reappeared in the mall. Teammates investigated the case and found out that they wanted to carry some glutinous rice to work … [Nie Shu: person in charge of a non-governmental organization with a sense of coldness, looseness, humaneness and arrears] [He Yicheng: Wholesaler of personality masks with a poor mouth but a heart that protects against the eight paths] Mission: True healing, never shying away from past wounds