Mystery: Mr. Witch and Ms. Hunter

Chapter 101 Undercurrent
Meanwhile, Buffett Factory.

Sir Buffett was standing in front of the door at this time, with his humble secretary, Emil Smith, standing behind him.

"No news yet about Old Lynch?"

Mr. Buffett, who was slightly fat, frowned. Due to the report two days ago, he had to provide his workers with a weekend off. Now there was no one in the workshop except him and Smith.

"Yes. I could sense the presence of the toad briefly, and then it disappeared. It must have woken up once, and then had to fall into a deep sleep again, or it had already gotten rid of the toad."

The look behind Smith's gold-rimmed glasses was mixed with an undisguised mad malice, but Sir Buffett's attention was not on him.

"However, judging from the fact that Old Lynch escaped, it is most likely the former."

"That old fellow is as timid as the rat he keeps."

Buffett waved his short, thick hand covered with jewel rings. "But I've given you two days to do your job. How's your progress now? Can you build the machine I want before those official freaks notice it?"

"It may take another day."

Smith answered vaguely.

"It'll take another day?"

Sir Buffett's face suddenly turned red with anger. He pointed at Imir's nose and cursed:
"I have already given you a lot of support! You said that the manufacture of the machine I want requires the participation of extraordinary power, and that I need to provide a mother body to produce babies with special characteristics. I took the risk of being visited by those freaks to help you abduct those female workers who cannot work here, not to listen to your excuses!"

"I'm sorry, sir."

For a moment, Imir Smith seemed to be about to lose his temper, but he quickly calmed down and continued to speak respectfully to Buffett.

"Hmph..." Buffett took two breaths, "Take me to see how you are preparing."

"Yes, Sir."

Smith walked forward, his arm muscles swelled instantly, and he pushed open the heavy iron door with just his hands, allowing Mr. Buffett to walk down the spiral staircase inside the door, making heavy footsteps on the iron stairs.

After going down the stairs, the two came to a huge underground cave. As soon as they stepped down the last step, an unbearable smell hit them in the face. It was like the smell of an airtight cabin with the portholes closed when a storm came, and it was also like the smell of the gray-white tender hair on the mouths of the old women who went to drink the blood of slaughtered animals as soon as the sun rose at the slaughterhouse in the Backlund Bridge District.

However, Smith was obviously prepared. He handed a metal-shell air filter to Mr. Buffett when he opened the door. The other party put on the mask-like thing and continued to walk forward with Smith, who was exposed to the air without any protection.

Inside the hall were rows of beds, on which lay hundreds of women with lifeless eyes. Their clothes were so dirty that they could hardly see their original styles. Years of imprisonment had turned their skin into a sickly white color like drowned people. The exposed skin was covered with eczema or bedsores. Due to long-term local pressure, the tissues ulcerated, and the sores were open like live fish that had been fished out, revealing pink tender flesh.

Although their ages, identities and occupations were originally different, they had one thing in common in this hellish cage: All the imprisoned women had their abdomens bulging to varying degrees, forming a sharp contrast with their thin limbs, making them look like giant spiders with broken legs, lying helplessly on the ground.

Their hands and feet on the same side were chained, leaving them with only enough space to turn over. The food bowls were fixed next to their heads, and inside were food that looked like pig food. There was nothing underneath them, no shelter, and anything that fell would fall directly onto the conveyor belt made of iron mesh below. Larger newborn babies would be caught, and the excrement would fall directly through the iron mesh into the pit below.

However, both Smith and Buffett turned a blind eye to the hellish scene that even writers of strange stories would not dare to describe easily. They walked straight to the room at the end of the conveyor belt, and the window at the end of the conveyor belt was connected to the guillotine. After the babies with mixed Beyonder characteristics were initially anesthetized by the gas in the hall, they would be killed by the guillotine without any resistance, and their bodies would fall into the collection container below until the mixed Beyonder characteristics were completely precipitated.

Smith walked over to the containers and took a look. He used an iron hook to roughly pull the mutilated bodies aside and took out several colorful Beyonder Characteristics from them.

“Will these things work?”

Mr. Buffett pointed with his cane at the pieces of extraordinary properties in the other person's hand.

"It would be enough if I simply fused it with the parts using alchemy."

Smith nodded. "I will now assemble them with the parts to make a magical item. After installing this, the batch of machines will have autonomous capabilities. As long as you throw the raw materials in, it will automatically produce the spindles you want."

"Do it now. Let me see the finished product before tomorrow night, and then remove all traces of it within a week."

Buffett nodded with satisfaction.

His cooperation with Smith had been going on for a long time. Smith hid himself as the financial secretary of his company to avoid being discovered by the official Beyonders that he was a craftsman. Smith modified the machines in his company in a mystical sense so that they could operate on their own.

However, this modification requires extraordinary characteristics, and if every machine is modified with extraordinary characteristics, it is unknown how long it will take to get back the investment. At this time, Smith proposed a plan to connect a certain existence in the spiritual world with reality through a ritual, and bring the extra extraordinary characteristics to reality through reproduction. So he began to prepare for the flesh and blood factory in this underground cave.

There are so many single street prostitutes and female workers in the East District, and no one would notice if one or two disappeared every day.

Thinking of this, Buffett smiled with satisfaction. However, he was surprised to find that his vision began to blur and his heart burst because of the running emotions.

"The 'finished product' can indeed be completed by tomorrow night," said Ymir Smith, or Roger Matafari, or Walter Sindri, behind him, as he watched Sir Buffett writhing on the ground in pain because of his growing desire.

"But it's not the loom you wanted to see, and you can't see it either."

(End of this chapter)