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

Jiang Mian secretly memorized the number, wondering if it might be some kind of secret contact method.

After all, wherever there are people, there is society, and even if the sick are not well-liked in this world, they are still a sizable group.

She had read through some public cases. Among the patients, some hid themselves in isolation, some carefully blended into the crowd, and some... huddled together for warmth in the darkness.

Otherwise... how were those substandard inhibitors manufactured and distributed?

Where there is demand, there will be a market. The fact that even she could easily find this inhibitor proves one thing.

Even though the number of infected individuals is far less than that of awakened individuals, it has accumulated to a considerable scale over the years.

"If only we could get some cheaper inhibitors from that group of patients who are all banding together..."

For Jiang Mian, finding a suitable location for a mobile black market is actually quite difficult, and it's easy to attract the attention of the police. Having a stable channel is very important.

While she was thinking, Jiang Mian finished applying the labels. Old Zhang put away the notebook, told her to change out of her frostbite suit, and prepared to go to the processing room.

The huge incinerator emitted a deep rumble, the air was scorching hot, and filled with a burnt smell.

"Keep an eye on things and follow the steps I've taught you. Don't get too close."

Old Zhang gave a few instructions and then went to check the equipment.

Jiang Mian pushed the cart, looking at these "people" lying quietly, all of them her "kind," destined to turn to ashes in this merciless furnace...

She decided to give it a try anyway.

After all... her purpose in coming here was to find "firewood".

When the first body was placed into the furnace, Jiang Mian, though still feeling somewhat conflicted, released a wisp of his power.

In a blind spot of the surveillance cameras, a faint, almost imperceptible orange-gold light entered the body, something that an ordinary person like Lao Zhang would never be able to detect.

The bodies were placed into the furnace one by one, and then the temperature inside the furnace gradually rose.

"strangeness……"

Old Zhang scratched his head in confusion, staring at the control panel with a puzzled expression.

"How come the efficiency is so high today? The power wasn't even adjusted..."

Jiang Mian kept her head down, pretending to be very busy, and continued to send the "customers" in line to the waiting area by the stove.

Her flames mingled with the furnace fire, so of course they burned faster.

This was the result of her intentional control; at maximum power, it would burn out in a few seconds.

Jiang Mian quietly felt the feedback from her abilities. It seemed that because she had been dead for some time, this batch of "firewood" did not make her flames burn much brighter.

"The remains of about forty infected individuals... roughly the amount of two Tier 1 Calamities?"

After processing this batch, she made a rough estimate. Although it wasn't much, at least there was some progress.

……

It has to be said that secretly adding fuel to the furnace is indeed a good method.

In just one day, Jiang Mian was only five Tier 1 Calamity items away from being completed.

She arrived at just the right time, just as the previous group had left and the bodies had not yet been disposed of.

If she had arrived a few days later, there probably wouldn't have been so many.

Even those with general illnesses who are mentally unstable are not stupid and are not easily killed. Such opportunities for intensive treatment are not available every day.

The next afternoon.

Because Jiang Mian secretly tampered with the process, the burning efficiency was greatly improved.

What was originally a three-day supply was finished in less than two days.

When Jiang Mian finished processing the last batch, the supervisor, the middle-aged man who looked tired during the interview, arrived at Zone Two.

"Jiang Mian."

The supervisor's voice remained weak and listless, revealing no emotion whatsoever.

"Manager Chen."

"A batch of calamity debris will be delivered from the East City soon, and we need to send people to handle and count it. Get ready, and come with me to District One."

Zone One? Debris of Calamity?

Jiang Mian's heart skipped a beat, and she obediently replied:

"Okay, Manager Chen."

She picked up her belongings from the locker and followed her supervisor down the corridor.

The closer you get to Zone One, the stronger the aura of calamity becomes.

To humans, it might have a strange, fishy smell, but to Jiang Mian's senses, it's similar to stinky tofu or snail rice noodles, possessing a peculiar appeal.

At that moment, the main gate of Zone 1 was open, and shortly after Jiang Mian arrived, a black transport vehicle drove into the factory area and parked next to the loading and unloading platform.

Two people got out of the car. One was lean and composed, while the other looked very young, even somewhat naive, probably around the same age as Jiang Mian.

It was Cheng Qiao and Ye Chenyang.

Supervisor Chen stepped forward and shook hands with Cheng Qiao.

"Team Leader Cheng, thank you for making this trip."

"It's alright, it won't take much time to drive."

Cheng Qiao waved his hand.

Originally, as the captain of the action team of the South District Public Security Bureau, he was not supposed to do this kind of work.

Early this morning, something happened in the eastern district; a large number of low-level Calamity and Mist creatures gathered outside the city.

After a morning of fighting, most of them have been killed. Now, the transport team and cleanup personnel are being moved over there.

Their men from the South District had just returned from the East City after a morning of fighting, and took a detour to deliver these remains.

"This batch was urgently cleared out this morning, let's get rid of it as soon as possible, there will be several more batches later."

Supervisor Chen nodded knowingly, then turned and handed Jiang Mian a list with accompanying explanations:

"Xiao Jiang, collect all the useful materials according to this."

"Okay, Manager Chen."

Jiang Mian took the list and glanced at it.

In this world, while calamities are a threat, their core or body parts can also be used as special materials, which, after processing, can be made into special weapons, armor, or special equipment.

This job suited her perfectly. Even when wearing gloves, she could discreetly plant a "spark" inside during direct contact, and then activate it when it was time to destroy it.

Following Manager Chen's words, Cheng Qiao turned his gaze to Jiang Mian.

The girl's face still had a touch of childishness, making her seem out of place in this environment.

"A newcomer?"

"Yes, I just arrived the day before yesterday."

Manager Chen sighed and continued:

"There aren't many people in the old town who are willing to come here to do this kind of work, so we really can't find anyone."

The younger ones all quit after two or three days. We have to lower the standards a bit; there's nothing we can do about it…

"I see..."

Young girls like Jiang Mian, who are beautiful yet willing to work hard, are indeed rare these days.

But... why does Jiang Mian's appearance seem a little familiar?

Cheng Qiao thought about it carefully.

A few days ago, in the self-immolation case, the woman who reported it mentioned that a food delivery worker had come before the incident.

The platform did not display her information, so they had to search bit by bit before finally locating a rough address.

Since there were no backlogged cases at the moment, Cheng Qiao brought people to investigate yesterday, but found nothing.

"Little girl, how old are you this year?"

Cheng Qiao asked a question out of habit.

"……eighteen."

Jiang Mian had already started screening the materials, and felt a little strange seeing Cheng Qiao standing guard beside her like a sentry.

Did I expose myself?

impossible……

Before Cheng Qiao could ask anything else, Ye Chenyang had already finished unloading the goods for the employees.

He walked over, his eyes involuntarily drawn to Jiang Mian.

There seemed to be something about her that caused a momentary tremor in the power within him?