Gao Wu: After transforming into a soft girl, I became a calamity?

In the old stairwell, the lights flickered on and off, and a damp, musty smell permeated the air.

Lin Yun insisted on escorting Jiang Mian to his doorstep.

"Thank you, teacher. I'm so grateful for your help today."

Jiang Mian turned around and bowed slightly to Lin Yun.

She clearly remembered that before she transmigrated, Lin Yun had offered her some "financial assistance" several times, but the original "her" had refused.

Even in my past life, this Teacher Lin cared about me just as much.

Although she knew perfectly well that the two were not the same person in a strict sense, they were both good people.

"What are you saying? It's the teacher who didn't take good care of you."

Looking at the girl's figure in the oversized yellow coat and the dilapidated security door behind her, Lin Yun couldn't help but ask:

"This lock looks a bit old, is it secure?"

"It's...it's alright," Jiang Mian mumbled.

Lin Yun sighed. This child is still the same.

She was granted leave and told to rest, but she still went out to earn money for living expenses, and then she ran into this mess with Li Hao when she came back...

"Jiang Mian."

Lin Yun sighed, her tone becoming serious:

"I heard from the teacher that the Public Security Bureau will handle Li Hao's case, but his family... has some connections, so he probably won't be detained for too long."

"Once he gets out, he'll definitely come back to cause you trouble. It's not safe here anymore; you'd better find somewhere else to live as soon as possible."

Seemingly worried that Jiang Mian might object, Lin Yun added:

"If that really doesn't work, you can stay at the teacher's house for a few days..."

"No."

Jiang Mian shook her head.

She had been planning to move anyway. This place was cheap, but it was really run-down. Riding a bike here was so bumpy it made her butt go numb.

I originally wanted to postpone it until I had saved more money and moved at the end of this month.

We're not sure when that guy will come out, so we're moving ahead of schedule. We still have enough money, and moving to another place is acceptable.

However, we still need to consider where to choose.

"Teacher, I know. I'll try my best to look for it these next few days."

After receiving Jiang Mian's definite answer, Lin Yun nodded and left.

Jiang Mian returned to the small house, locked the door behind her, and all the timidity on her face disappeared, leaving only an eerie calm.

After performing for most of the day, she was feeling a bit tired.

Jiang Mian tossed his coat aside and sat down on the bed.

"Nine more calamities to go..."

She was lucky to run into them today. Searching for them one by one would have been too time-consuming.

The name "Special Affairs Bureau" came to mind again.

She didn't care about the salary; she was mainly after the corpses.

If she's lucky enough to come across a "fresh" corpse that's just been killed, it's practically a buffet for her.

Moreover, they hired outsourced workers, or rather, temporary workers, which made it easy for Jiang Mian to run away at any time.

Jiang Mian fumbled for his phone and looked at the contact information for the intermediaries that he had gotten from the delivery riders.

She greeted the other party, and after a brief exchange, the other party sent her a location.

"The Special Materials Processing Bureau of Base City No. 144, the address... is in the north of the city, um... a bit far, I'll go there early tomorrow."

Jiang Mian put down her phone, lay down on the bed, looked at her slender, fair hands, and her eyes shone with a faint dark golden light.

Once she possesses the core, if she doesn't intentionally suppress it, the power of [Apocalypse] will gradually permeate and strengthen her body.

Especially when she is full of energy, this enhancement will be faster, but it will also make her "hungry" more quickly.

"Firewood...is still not enough."

……

The next afternoon.

Following the navigation, Jiang Mian stopped in front of what appeared to be a factory.

The iron gate bears a sign that reads "Special Materials Handling Bureau - Branch 144".

It's hard to imagine that all the "special supplies" for this entire city are processed by such an inconspicuous factory.

Because of limited space within the city, building planning has always been compact, so it is truly remarkable that such a large piece of land could be allocated.

A faint smell of smoke seemed to permeate the air, and occasionally a transport vehicle bearing the logo of the Special Affairs Bureau would come and go, creating a very oppressive atmosphere.

After registering at the gatehouse, she entered the adjacent office building, which contained simple offices. The person conducting the interviews was a middle-aged man in work clothes who looked tired.

"Jiang Mian? Here to apply for a mover job?"

The man gave Jiang Mian a strange look: "Little girl, do you know what this place is for?"

"I know. It's about... dealing with those things."

"Just so you know, but this job isn't easy. And... sometimes we have to piece things back together when they break, which many grown men can't handle. Are you sure you want to do it?"

Seeing Jiang Mian's small arms and legs, her glasses, and her quiet demeanor, the man couldn't help but frown.

Their kind of work is something that even some grown men, let alone young girls like Jiang Mian, can't accept.

"I... need money. I don't mind working hard, even if it's dirty... it doesn't matter."

Are you short of money...?

The man didn't ask any more questions. He had already given her so much advice; if she couldn't take it and ran away the next day, it wouldn't be his problem.

He routinely mentioned the benefits:

The hourly wage is 16, with no subsidies, but insurance will be provided. The workload is not fixed, and no pay will be given if a full day is not completed.

Jiang Mian nodded gently after listening.

Sixteen cents an hour is indeed very low here, but money isn't the main thing for her right now.

"Okay, let's sign this first. Be here at six o'clock tomorrow morning for a brief training session."

Seeing Jiang Mian's still resolute expression, the man sighed and took out several agreements from the drawer, including temporary employment agreements and confidentiality agreements.

Jiang Mian took the pen, signed his name, and wrote neat and elegant characters, just like himself.

When Jiang Mian left the Special Affairs Bureau, it was still early, so he took a stroll around the area to familiarize himself with the surroundings.

Unlike the chaotic and crowded western part of the city, the roads here are smooth and wide, and the air is filled with all sorts of strange smells.

If the western part of the city is considered the manufacturing area, then the northern part is the energy center, where energy stations, garbage dumps, and special official units like the Special Affairs Bureau are all concentrated.

Compared to the west side of the city, this place is arguably even less suitable for living.

However, if you're just looking for a temporary place to stay, renting a place is quite cheap, so you might want to consider it.

……

The next day, before dawn, Jiang Mian arrived at the Special Affairs Bureau on time.

The so-called training was very simple, emphasizing safety regulations and confidentiality rules.

The person in charge of the training repeatedly reminded them not to be curious, not to ask too many questions, and to simply follow the instructions.

The factory is divided into four groups, which deal with those suffering from disasters, those with illnesses, those who have awakened, and ordinary people, respectively.

Groups two and three had the least workload, and Jiang Mian, as a newcomer, was assigned to Group two to familiarize himself with the work first, and to be transferred to wherever there was a shortage of people.

The four groups each have four sections. Section four is open to the public and is like a funeral home. Sections two and three are like morgues, with freezers and you need to wear antifreeze clothing. Section one is where the large incinerator is located.

Jiang Mian followed a taciturn senior employee to Zone Two. The further they went, the stronger the indescribable smell in the air became.

The middle-aged man, referred to as Old Zhang, pushed open a metal door and turned to Jiang Mian, saying:

"Xiao Jiang, right? You just arrived today, just do as I ask."