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Chapter 353 Scrap Additives

The streets of the windy city are shrouded in mist.

Shotaro walked through the crowd, his expression focused, his thoughts still on the case at hand.

This commission is to investigate the presence of unidentified and strange organisms at the Fengdu Wastewater Treatment Plant.

The unidentified creatures were behaving strangely; they seemed to be a hybrid of some kind of organism, devouring strange objects and appearing to have no connection with their surroundings.

Generally speaking, these kinds of events are closely related to dopants.

However, this incident seems to be more complicated.

The client died mysteriously the moment he was given the investigation task, and the existence of those creatures remains unexplained.

Shotaro took a deep breath and walked into the Fudo Wastewater Treatment Plant. Despite the pungent smell and cold environment, he did not stop.

After several hours of investigation, he still found nothing.

All the clues suddenly went cold, leaving us completely clueless.

Confused, Shotaro could only leave the sewage treatment plant and go to a nearby cafe.

He casually placed his hat on the table, took a sip of coffee, and looked up at the smog and overcast sky outside the window. Anxiety and confusion welled up in his heart like a tide.

I was still too young after all.
This was the first time Philip had handled such a strange case, and since he had no clue what to do, he was asked to conduct a search.

Just as he was deep in thought, a familiar voice, soft yet undeniable, entered his ears: "Is something troubling you, Shotaro?"

Shotaro looked up abruptly, his fingers unconsciously gripping the edge of the coffee cup so tightly he almost dropped it.

Onoue Takumi sat opposite with a smile, wearing sunglasses and a West Coast-style short-sleeved shirt, looking quite refreshing.

"It's you."

"Why be so tense? Sit down and have a cup of coffee."

Onoue invited her with a smile.

Shotaro sat down stiffly, his eyes constantly watching Takumi Onoue's every move.

Takumi Onoue has a special constitution; he is an immortal zombie, so drinking coffee is actually bad for his health.

Although Onoue Takumi can drink coffee with ease and doesn't seem to care about its effects on his health, this little quirk only adds to his mystique.

Onoue Takumi smiled slightly as he picked up his coffee cup and sipped it gently.

"This place makes good coffee."

"You seem to be in a bad mood?"

Shotaro did not respond, but simply lowered his head and took a sip of his coffee.
Onoue Takumi didn't seem to care and continued drinking his coffee with a smile that made it impossible to discern his true intentions.

Neither of them rushed to speak.

After a few minutes of silence, Shotaro finally spoke: "What exactly are you planning?"

Takumi Onoue smiled and gently put down his coffee cup, glancing around at himself: "I have no plans."

"I just happened to run into you when I went out for coffee."

"Meet me?"

Shotaro laughed and said, "Someone like you definitely didn't meet me by chance."

"Perhaps that was fate."

Shotaro pursed his lips and continued drinking his coffee.
A few seconds later.
"Are you investigating the Fengdu wastewater treatment plant?"

Shotaro's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately became somewhat displeased: "What do you know?"

Onoue Takumi gently raised his coffee cup: "This matter is indeed related to dopants, and I have been paying attention to a memory chip."

After one hour.
Having compromised, Shotaro Sakai and Takumi Onoue returned to the sewage treatment plant.

Through the iron gate of the sewage treatment plant, through the mist and the smell of decay, my gaze focused on the gloomy factory gate.

Even after investigating for most of the day, he still hadn't found any important clues.

Takumi Onoue stood behind him, quietly watching Shotaro Hidari's back. There was no anxiety in his eyes, but rather a hint of interest and casualness.

Have you investigated the entire wastewater treatment plant?

Shotaro didn't turn around; he remained focused on the scene ahead, replying casually, "More or less."

"almost?"

Shotaro's tone became slightly impatient: "I've done my best."

"sure?"

"Sure!"

Shotaro Sakata almost gritted his teeth as he said those words.

I don't want to continue getting entangled with Takumi Onoue.

Onoue Takumi seemed to sense Shotaro's impatience. He suddenly strode forward, reached out and pressed down on Shotaro's head, gently pushing his face down, and then pressed his temples hard with both hands.

"Don't talk so rudely, kid."

Onoue Takumi's voice was deep, and the pressure of his fingers instantly made Hidari Shotaro stiffen.

Shotaro was startled and immediately felt a sharp pain spread throughout his head, as if the nerves in his temples were being forced into a state of intense tension, the pain almost unbearable.

It wasn't ordinary physical pain, but a kind of pain that felt like the oppressive pain of a father's love.

"I love you, you bastard!"

Shotaro tried to shake off Takumi Onoue's hand, but no matter how hard he tried, Takumi Onoue's strength still made him unable to move.

Onoue smiled, his eyes full of smugness: "Hmph."

As soon as he finished speaking, he easily released Shotaro's head and withdrew his hand.

Shotaro let out a long breath, glared at Takumi Onoue with red eyes, and still complained angrily, "Ah, okay, I know!"

"Alright, let's continue. Remember to speak gently."

Shotaro clenched his teeth, unwilling to admit it, but forced to acknowledge that he was far less powerful than Takumi Onoue in this regard.

With a helpless glance at Onoue Takumi, Shotaro could only squeeze out a "Let's go" through gritted teeth.

Onoue Takumi seemed completely unconcerned, stretching his shoulders and casually striking an extremely arrogant walking pose: "In that case, let's go into the sewage treatment plant again."

The two walked through the outer area of ​​the sewage treatment plant and into the darker depths of the plant.

A foul chemical smell permeated the air, and there seemed to be a corrosive sensation slowly moving through it.

"Are you really bored and have nothing better to do?"

Shotaro looked at Takumi Onoue beside him: "You really want to help?"

"I'm not trying to help, I just wanted to take a look. Since you're working so hard, how could I be left out?"

Shotaro did not respond further, but instead focused on observing everything around him.

The sewage treatment plant was filled with complex equipment and crisscrossing pipes, but there were no signs of anything unusual. The unease and oppression in the air, however, always made his heart sink.

Suddenly, Shotaro stopped and intently observed his surroundings. "Here."

"Something's not right."

Onoue Takumi leaned calmly against the iron railing, slightly raising his head with a blank look in his eyes: "Something's not right? You mean there's something unusual happening?"

"not quite."

"Even if it's a hybrid, the aura here seems to be constantly changing."

Onoue Takumi squinted and smiled, "Then let's keep watching, Shotaro. Maybe you'll find something even more interesting."

Shotaro's brows furrowed, his doubts growing ever deeper.

He took a deep breath and walked deeper into the factory area, the slightly provocative laughter of Onoue Takuna echoing in his ears.

As they reached the core area of ​​the factory, a faint sound broke the surrounding silence, and the misty air seemed to grow even heavier. "Something unusual is waiting for us."

Onoue Takumi remained as relaxed as ever, as if this complicated investigation had nothing to do with him.

This guy.
Are you following behind me to instruct me?
Inside the library, the air was fresh, and the bookshelves were arranged in neat rows.

As Sonozaki Saeko stepped into this quiet space, her gaze was immediately drawn to Fueki Koyomi, who was standing at the front desk.

Dimu Li stood at the front desk, with neatly arranged books and rows of computer terminals surrounded by silver light strips behind him.

Her gaze was cool and serene, as if she were one with the library.

Looking at her, Sonozaki Saeko suddenly felt a strange sense of crisis.

"Excuse me, who are you?"

Dimu Li did not respond immediately, but simply raised his eyes slightly, his gaze calm and direct.

Seemingly with no intention of avoiding the question: "I'm at the library reception. Ms. Sonosaki Saeko, are you here to see the librarian?"

His voice was cold and emotionless.

Saeko Sonozaki was slightly taken aback, feeling a little displeased, but she didn't show any obvious emotion on her face: "Yeah, do we need to make an appointment?"

Dimu Li smiled slightly, his smile elegant and calm: "An appointment is not necessary, but the curator is indeed not here."

"Oh, when will he be back?"

Saeko Sonozaki remained standing, moving slightly closer, her tone revealing dissatisfaction.

She had originally planned to use this opportunity to see Onoue Takumi, but he wasn't there at all.

Fueki Koyomi maintained his calm demeanor, his gaze steadily meeting Sonozaki Saeko's: "I don't know."

The two stared at each other silently for a moment.
Sonozaki Saeko frowned slightly, sensing a subtle indifference and calmness in Fueki Koyomi's eyes.
The atmosphere became a little stiff, and Sonozaki Saeko subconsciously opened her mouth.
But at that moment, Sento's cough broke the silence between the two.

"It's Zhan Tu."

A smile instantly appeared on Sonozaki Saeko's face, and she immediately turned towards the source of the sound.

Seeing Zhan Tu standing at the door, her expression clearly returned to normal, and her smile softened. "I'm sorry, I was rude just now."

Sento smiled, walked in, and shook his head: "Takumi is indeed not here. Is there something you need, Saeko-san? Are you planning to dance again?"

His words were light and somewhat teasing.

When the moment the dancing was mentioned, Fueki Koyomi's eyes became somewhat strange for some reason.

Sonozaki Saeko instantly felt her face become somewhat unnatural, and that familiar sense of embarrassment surged into her heart.

She smiled, trying to hide her unease: "Dancing? I don't have that much time."

Her smile was slightly stiff, but it quickly returned to its usual elegance.

Fueki Koyomi tilted his head slightly, scrutinizing Sonozaki Saeko's reaction.

He didn't say anything more, but just stared quietly at Sonozaki Saeko, his expression remaining completely unchanged.

"Not dancing?"

"It's not about dancing; I've been busy with memory chip sales lately. My father also wants to talk to Ah-Chiao."

Her voice was somewhat heavy, and a hint of unease flashed in her eyes.

Fengdu has not only introduced new memory channels, but also a brand-new energy bottle that can be listed through a backdoor listing.

The museum's profit structure was directly challenged, and Sonozaki Ryuhei was clearly aware of the seriousness of the problem.

As the head of the museum, he naturally didn't want the library's actions to affect his sales.

Especially now, although the library's memory sales have low production capacity, their high compatibility requirements have already begun to affect 10% of the museum's sales.

"Although the library's influence is limited, Father still wants to have a good talk with A-Qiao and Zhan Tu."

Saeko felt a little uneasy.

Although Sonozaki Ryubei appeared calm, he was actually starting to get nervous. He didn't want to lose control of the market in the competition for memory.

Saeko took a step to leave, intending to see when Takumi Onoue would return. Just as she was about to push open the door, Sento's voice suddenly came from behind her.

"Miss Saeko..."

She paused slightly, turned to look at Zhan Tu, and asked in a calm tone, "What's wrong?"

Sento seemed to be thinking seriously before speaking: "Actually, you are more suited to the Nazca Memory."

Nazca Memory?

Saeko repeated, somewhat puzzled.

She never expected that Zhan Tu would bring this up.

Sento nodded calmly: "Yes, the Nazca Memory is a better fit for your talent and temperament."

Seeing the confusion in Saeko's eyes, he added, "The most important thing in choosing a memory is the compatibility. Your potential and that of this memory can be fully realized."

Saeko paused, a strange thought suddenly popping into her mind.

It seems that my father never made me undergo any compatibility tests; he simply passed on the taboo to me.

He nodded, a grateful smile on his face. "Thank you, Zhan Tu. I'll think about it carefully."

She gently put aside her doubts and walked out of the library.

Sento watched her figure disappear down the street, a thoughtful look in his eyes.

Only time will tell whether she can adapt to the Nazca Memory.

The abandoned area of ​​the Fengdu wastewater treatment plant was filled with a heavy, putrid stench.

An unidentified liquid vapor filled the air, and the stench was almost unbearable.

Shotaro held his breath, a hint of dissatisfaction in his eyes, and slowly made his way through the dimly lit environment.

He had assumed this mission would proceed smoothly, as he had in the past, and that he would find the target and solve the problem, but reality had clearly shown him to be far wrong.

Onoue gave him some helpful hints, which finally led him to the adulterant hidden deep inside the sewage treatment plant.

However, faced with the junk in front of him, he realized that this battle was far more complex and dangerous than he had imagined.

"You shouldn't interfere in the sewage treatment plant's affairs."

The dopant spoke coldly, his voice deep and hoarse, carrying a chilling aura.

Shotaro immediately became alert and was about to draw his weapon when he suddenly saw that the piles of messy sewage were beginning to condense into a huge entity in the air.

The sewage transformed into countless tentacles and limbs, quickly piecing together a bizarre monster that reeked of decay.

Its eyes stared indifferently at Shotaro, carrying a hint of cold killing intent.

"You can disappear now."

The sound of the dopant echoed in the empty space of the factory, chilling and piercing.

With a low growl, a monstrous surge of foul energy erupted from its palm, sweeping across the surrounding area like a flood.

The air was filled with a nauseating stench, causing Shotaro's vision to blur instantly; he could barely bear the stench. The surrounding air became heavy and foul, as if every breath was inhaling a putrid smell.

"No, we have to deal with it quickly."

Shotaro struggled to suppress his aversion and disgust, quickly adjusted his breathing, and focused his mind to prepare for this even more difficult battle.

At the moment he acted, Takumi Onoue stood in a corner not far away, watching everything.

He frowned, clearly disliking the smell of this foul energy.

It really smells bad.
He covered his nose helplessly, trying to avoid inhaling the stench.

Although his body's structure could resist most damage and effects, this smell still made him feel extremely uncomfortable.

(End of this chapter)