Excessive ferocity due to caution

There are many workers in this factory, approximately several thousand.

An experienced employee led only a few dozen employees, who were assigned to different places to do different jobs.

Newcomers like Zhao Yi, who were new to the steel processing plant on their first day, were assigned the simplest tasks:

--weeding.

They were responsible for cutting down rusty plants on a giant lawn inside the factory and continuously spraying the plants with a wound-healing agent.

Zhao Yi and his two companions, Gui Zhangming and Ying Xiong, were responsible for transporting the rusty grass to the steel furnace.

Arriving at the edge of the vast lawn, the sun was gradually rising from behind the clouds in the distance, carrying the red hue of a half-ripe egg yolk.

On the lawn, dozens of ghosts, carrying their tools, began preparing for their work.

According to the treaty, they are not allowed to step on other normal green grass while removing rusty grass.

If discovered, the employee will be immediately disqualified from the outstanding employee selection and may even be directly expelled from the steel processing plant!

Therefore, these ghosts are very careful when they work, afraid that they might accidentally step on the grass.

Their tools vary in length, and whether they are knives or scissors, they are all very clean and smooth, capable of reflecting light like a mirror.

The same rascal from before was among them.

Only about seven or eight minutes had passed when Zhao Yi's cart was completely full of rusty straw. He then began to walk toward the house where the steel melting furnace was located, in accordance with the work terms.

On the way, Zhao Yi carefully examined the grass inside the cart.

Besides the rust on the grass itself, what's even more bizarre is that obvious rust spots also appeared at the freshly cut cracks...

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Rust: Neutral

[Note: What are you thinking... This is just ordinary rust.]

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"The wound is rusting so quickly... The rules say not to leave any wounds on the skin, so the infectious agents mostly come from invisible tiny particles in the air, similar to viruses, and the skin can prevent the spread of these viruses..."

Zhao Yi recalled his rules, the first few of which were all aimed at preventing the employees here from getting infected.

This is not good news.

Any confrontation or fight, or even a minor accident, can potentially lead to an injury.

Once a wound is exposed to air, it is likely to become infected.

What happens if rust grows on your body?

A strong interest gleamed in Zhao Yi's eyes.

They pushed the cart to the steel melting room.

It was completely different from what I had expected.

The room was empty and spacious, but there was no oven.

Three conveyor belts were laid out at the entrance.

At the end of the conveyor belt was a giant, rotting human head, about thirty times the size of a normal human head!

The rotting human head had its mouth wide open, and its sharp teeth were covered in rust.

Anything that passes through its mouth will be crushed to pieces by its sharp, dense teeth!

The neck beneath the head is very long, resembling a highly constricting tube, extending all the way down into the ground, into pitch-black darkness.

Zhao Yi arrived at the conveyor belt and prepared to unload the items from his cart.

At that moment, an employee walked over.

It looked unwell, wearing thick gloves, as it placed all the rusty grass from the cart onto the conveyor belt.

"It's always this damn rusty stuff..."

It cursed, seemingly deeply resenting it.

He exuded an aura of rage.

Zhao Yi stared intently at the ghost before him; its arms trembled slightly as it moved the rusty grass.

The thick gloves seemed to be filled with something, with no dents at all.

His gaze fell on the abandoned table to the side.

Some thumbtacks.

There was still some blood on it.

Zhao Yi walked over, picked up a blood-stained thumbtack, and put it into his inventory.

"Do these also need to be melted down?"

The employee responsible for handling the rusty items turned his head and cursed:

"Let's melt it down and send it!"

"The other day, some idiot put some things that weren't rusty over here, without any special markings, and they were just put in a burlap sack!"

"I've told you so many times, these sharp things that can easily leave wounds must be specifically marked as such, and packed in transparent air bags... You fucking idiots!!"

The employee was swearing and getting more and more agitated, and something about him seemed to have changed.

Zhao Yi carefully examined it for a moment.

His gaze held a hint of doubt.

Business as usual.

But just now... he was certain that something on the other person had changed.

What is it?

Zhao Yi shook his head, pushed his cart away, and prepared to return to the lawn to continue loading rusty grass.

The sun had fully risen, and its blazing rays, accompanied by intense heat, shone upon everyone. At that moment, Zhao Yi suddenly felt as if something was melting on his body.

I feel very uncomfortable.

And the longer one is exposed to the sun, the more intense the feeling of emptiness becomes.

It felt as if... I had lost something extremely important.

Sweaty.

His gaze was downward.

I discovered that my shadow... was fading further and further under the scorching sun, as if it were about to disappear!

His body also felt increasingly thirsty.

Without hesitation, Zhao began searching for shaded areas where the sun did not reach.

Because there are many factory buildings, finding such an area was by no means difficult for Zhao Yi.

He pushed his cart to a wall and squatted down.

They avoided the sunlight.

That feeling of emptiness gradually returned.

I no longer felt thirsty.

He gazed at the distant lawn, which was blazing white under the intense light. The ghostly figures were still working diligently, their shadows unchanged.

Ironically, the group of ghosts were completely unafraid of the sun, while he, a living person, was forced to come to the shadows to avoid it.

"The shadows of these ghosts haven't changed at all, haven't faded at all... Is it because I'm human, or because...?"

Zhao Yi was puzzled and continued to observe his surroundings.

There were 56 new employees in their group, but Zhang Ming and Ying Xiong, who were responsible for transporting rust with him, had disappeared.

At the edge of the lawn in the distance, there was a lone pushcart.

"It seems they've also gone to avoid the sun... so it appears that the rules that employees responsible for different projects need to follow may not be exactly the same."

Zhao Yi remained silent for a moment, then tentatively extended his hand in the scorching sunlight.

The shadow, which had faded to almost nothing, has now returned to its original state.

"color……"

Zhao Yi murmured, his gaze hardening.

"Yes...it's the color."

"The blue uniforms worn by the people in the steel melting room have faded in color..."

"When I went in, his clothes were already a lighter color than ours, and when he was talking to me, they became even lighter..."

Why do clothes sometimes appear lighter in color?

As Zhao Yi was pondering, a person approached from a distance.

Nobody really cares about him.

The workers on the lawn had a lot of work to do today, all of them busy searching for rusty grass.

If they don't finish their work today, it will affect their evaluation for outstanding new employee!

Zhao Yi squinted as he watched the man walk toward the empty cart beside the lawn.

And then it was just pushed away.

That guy was neither Zhang Ming nor Ying Xiong.

Instead, it was a person... wearing gray clothes.

He walks with a limp, and it looks like he has some difficulty moving his lame leg.

That leg seemed unusually heavy...

>3+TMJ

P.S.: Grocery shopping, last night, pooping, writing.

Thanks for reading, brothers!