Qin Tan walked in and glanced around, only to find that no one here had escaped death.

"Why did you come without protective gear? Isn't that unprofessional?"

When the regimental commander saw Qin Tan, he frowned and scolded him.

"It's alright, these things can't hurt me."

"Who was the first person to develop a rash?"

She asked the dozens of people in the circus.

Some of the people here have ordinary appearances, while others are quite strange.

Dwarfism, conjoined twins.

Qin Tan even saw that one of the people had a shimmering, fish-scale-like sheen on his body.

"It's me."

A boy stepped forward; he was the commander's son, named Bank.

The other person stood awkwardly in front of Qin Tan, bowing his head and saying, "I'm sorry, it's my fault. I brought the curse to everyone."

The small voice conveyed the boy's guilt.

Qin Tan did not know what she looked like and offered no comfort.

Do you remember where you went or what you came into contact with that day or the day before?

Qin Tan looked around and found that the equipment displayed here was all common circus equipment.

"I've always been in the circus."

"As for handling things... there's nothing special about it. I'm just helping to set up the venue."

"We're here to put on a show."

Bank struggled to recall what he wanted to say, scratching his head and cheeks, but couldn't come up with anything useful.

Qin Tan could tell from the other person's expression and actions that the other person was not lying.

As she was preparing to scan the circus herself, she heard someone speak.

“He didn’t go out, but a stranger came to the circus, and Bank even talked to him.”

It was a man, wearing a mask, with a high-pitched voice, and even his physique was as soft as a woman's.

"Yes, I remember now, there was such a person."

"But he didn't do anything, he just gave me something."

Bank suddenly realized.

"Wait a minute." He ran to his tent and brought his things over.

The item was very small; when it was laid out in his palm, it was a colorful clay doll shaped like a baby.

Although it looks rough, the rich and vibrant colors on it bring the little baby's expression to life.

It felt heavy in my hand.

"This is it. Is there a problem with this?"

Bank asked Qin Tan, but Qin Tan didn't sense any strange energy from it.

She picked it up and examined it closely.

The materials used are very ordinary, and you can see signs of wear and tear from use.

"The items are fine."

Do you remember where that person went in the circus?

With Bank's cautious expression, Qin Tan returned the items to him.

"I remember."

"He went to the apple tree in the Garden of Eden."

This is a myth from another country in the Old World.

There was an apple tree in the Garden of Eden, and it is said that eating the fruit from the tree would allow one to distinguish between good and evil.

God created Adam, the ancestor of mankind, in his own image, and then created Eve, the woman, from one of Adam's ribs. The two lived together in the Garden of Eden.

God forbade Adam and Eve to eat the fruit of that tree.

But Eve couldn't resist the temptation and ate the forbidden fruit, and she also made Adam eat it.

When God learned of this, he was furious and banished the two from the Garden of Eden.

This story was a household name in the old world, and even now, many related records have been preserved.

One of the shows in the circus uses dark humor to recreate this myth.

Qin Tan followed the group to the apple tree.

It's actually just a simulated plastic tree with a few plastic fruits hanging on it.

Up close, you can tell it's fake at a glance.

There was a black plastic snake coiled up on it, with very lifeless eyes.

"Don't you think these red rashes look a lot like apples?"

The woman made a startling remark.

She spread her arms out in front of everyone, pointing to the red rashes.

"If you shrink an apple many times, doesn't it look very similar?"

"Round and red."

The woman's words carried a sense of horror.

The words, spoken in a low, almost joking tone, were unsettling.

"Don't talk nonsense."

The troupe leader's tone was unfriendly, so the young woman shrugged.

"But I think it looks a lot like it too, really, look."

The dwarf suddenly stood up and agreed with the woman's words. He lifted his clothes, revealing the red rashes on his belly.

With each breath he took, the red rashes writhed, like fruit swaying in the wind on a tree.

The fullness of the red rash represents ripe fruit.

"Ugh, stop talking, it's disgusting."

The clown couldn't help but vomit, his face contorting into an exaggerated expression.

He laughed heartily, put on the red nose, and stuck his tongue out at Qin Tan.

"I'm the clown."

This action acted as a fuse.

The dwarf patted his belly and chuckled strangely.

"I am a dwarf, no, I am an apple tree, and my fruit is ripe. Would you like to eat it?"

As he spoke, he walked towards Qin Tan, his pregnant belly protruding.

"Wow, this must be God's punishment. Who made us Adam and Eve eat the forbidden fruit?"

"I am Eve, but where is my Adam?!"

The girl laughed so hard she bent over, tears welling up in her eyes.

For a time, the circus performers were immersed in the roles they played every day, and this was strangely intertwined with the story of the Garden of Eden.

Qin Tan retreated.

At that very moment, an invisible contamination infected everyone in the circus.

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