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Mike and David were both stunned the moment they saw the arm.

Numerous needle marks are faintly visible on this arm, and the cut is a bloody mess, suggesting it was cut with a chainsaw.

Dark red blood was still flowing out from the cut, dripping onto the ground to form a discontinuous red line.

"What the Fu..." Mike began to speak.

Before he could finish speaking, the little dog Wick had already turned and run away.

Wayne frowned and said:

"Keep up."

I followed the blood trail and ran after the puppy, Wick.

David, too, grabbed the arm and ran after Wayne, his eyes gleaming with excitement, saying:

"Brothers, we're about to make money again!"

As he spoke, he waved the arm in his hand and said happily:

"I've got the eighty dollars!"

I have indeed received it.

As they spoke, the three of them followed the dog Wick to a tent in the corner of the parking lot.

The area was filled with seagulls coming and going.

Although the police in Seattle's tourist areas have been trying to drive away homeless people, the number of homeless people in Seattle is simply too large. In addition, Seattle is located in Washington State, a traditionally blue state, and is itself a blue city, so its policies toward homelessness are already quite lenient.

Therefore, there are also quite a few homeless people in tourist areas, at most not on the main roads where tourists are concentrated.

On the east side of Pioneer Square, a well-known tourist attraction, there is a "humanitarian campsite" with many tents set up.

Even the street where Wayne was first reborn into this body was near the tourist area.

Another well-known tourist attraction, Pike Place Market, uses fire hoses to disperse homeless people every morning at six o'clock, but this also cannot completely eliminate the problem.

The parking lot where Wayne and his group are now is also equipped with special "needle recycling bins," which are basically set up for drug addicts among the homeless.

Upon seeing Wayne and his two companions arrive, a flock of plump seagulls perched on the tent or the railing of the nearby parking lot turned their heads to look at the three of them with cold, sinister gazes, showing no fear whatsoever.

Their beaks are all red.

"Damn it, what the hell is this monster?!" Mike cursed.

A seagull had a human eye growing out of its beak.

Upon closer inspection, it was discovered that the seagull was carrying an eyeball in its beak.

The dog, Wick, barked wildly, pounced into the tent, dragged out a seagull, and instantly bit the seagull's neck, tearing it apart on the ground.

Startled, the remaining seagulls in the tent flapped their wings and rushed out; there were at least a dozen of them.

The remaining seagulls then flapped their wings and scattered, flying into the sky and circling for a long time, reluctant to leave.

By this time, the dog Wick had already killed the seagull and dragged its carcass over to Wayne to show off his success.

Wayne quickly knelt down, patted the dog's head, and praised it:

"Good dog."

The dog Wick immediately dragged the seagull's carcass aside and began to tear it apart and eat it with relish.

These days, I've been eating near-expiry dog ​​food or near-expiry food from homeless shelters with Wayne. This kind of fresh food is a real treat.

Your battle pet has been upgraded: Wilderness Hound (Level 1, 80% + 10%)

Wayne couldn't help but wonder what would happen if the puppy Wick leveled up to level 2.

To be honest, he was already very satisfied with just the treasure hunt itself.

The tent in front of us is not a single tent, but four or five tents combined together, forming a continuous area.

If a single tent can be considered a homeless apartment, then four or five tents put together can be considered a homeless villa.

Mike and David lifted the tent flap together, and immediately two more seagulls that had been hiding inside flapped their wings and rushed out, along with a strong smell of blood.

Upon seeing the scene inside, the two couldn't help but curse in unison, "Fuck!"

"Is this fucking hell?" Mike muttered.

David said with a regretful expression, "Damn it... Good news, there are a lot of valuable corpses here; bad news, they're not in very good condition..."

There were at least six bodies inside the tent, one of which had its arm sawed off.

The other corpse was holding a chainsaw, clearly the work of him.

I don't know if it was hallucinations caused by high levels of drugs before his death.

Scattered on the ground of the tent were many syringes and needles, as well as some unused enhancer.

Wayne was very familiar with this scene. When he first woke up in the tent, Old John was in an over-the-top state and then died very quickly.

Moreover, over the past few days, he has also learned about the bad habits of some homeless people addicted to boosters.

When the weather is bad, especially in winter when it snows, in order to get through the cold and pain, this group of people like to pool their money to buy a bunch of enhancement agents and alcohol.

After buying it, we had a party inside the tent.

They took turns drinking the alcohol and taking turns inhaling the toxins.

Once someone's OD (Overdrive) fails, or they freeze to death or die suddenly, immediately sell that person's body, then buy a bunch of strong liquor and enhancement agents, and continue having fun.

This continues until a round ends when no one fails and everyone has spent all their money.

Of course, sometimes they might survive the winter thanks to their strong vitality, and it's not so hard to get through.

However, this method has a problem: sometimes everyone takes too much of the enhancer, resulting in collective overdose.

In this situation, it's possible that an entire tent of people could die.

This is the situation Wayne and his team are facing today.

Four complete corpses, along with some oddly shaped pieces, were piled up haphazardly, turning the tent into a mound of bones.

There were a total of six bodies.

What's even more creepy is that there are a lot of seagulls here because it's close to the pier.

Many of the corpses' eyes, lips, and other soft parts of their faces had been pecked away by seagulls.

Although he had lived on the streets for several years, Mike's mental resilience was clearly not as good as David's, and he couldn't help but feel nauseous.

Wayne reached out and touched the hand of a corpse, only to find that the system panel did not respond.

Then I touched their fingers one by one, and when I got to the last two corpses, a line of text flashed before my eyes:

You have acquired the skill: Queer Disguise (Intermediate)

You have acquired the skill: Chess (Beginner)

Wayne nodded; those two corpses must have been the last to die.

In other words, the shortest time since these people died was no more than one day.

This is why, although lividity has begun to appear, it has not yet decomposed.

No one would bother to check what was inside the homeless tents. If Wayne and his team hadn't discovered them, the bodies would have remained rotting and stinking until passersby called the police because of the smell.

Ultimately, it will only appear as a rotting corpse.

"Let's call the police and go through the proper procedures," Wayne said with a sigh, patting Mike on the back as he was dry heaving.

David immediately called the police.

While waiting, the three of them took out protective suits and body bags they had obtained from St. Mary's Biotechnology Company from their car, dressing themselves up very professionally.

It's time for the body collectors to work.

The police force in the tourist area is far more abundant than in the southern area.

Within a short while, police cars arrived.

The arriving police and forensic experts were clearly used to this scene.

It's just a few homeless people dying.

However, after seeing the corpse inside, whose eyeballs and lips had been pecked out by seagulls, he still wore an indescribable expression.

This thing really drains your SAN value.

The police quickly recorded the relevant information, glanced at the temporary body collector certificate issued by St. Mary's Biotechnology Company provided by Wayne, and had no intention of having any further conversation.

After a brief autopsy and record by the forensic pathologist, it was Wayne and his two companions' turn to work.

All six bodies were stuffed into body bags and loaded into the car. Two were crammed into the trunk and four into the back seat, making it completely full.

Wayne sat in the passenger seat, while David sat on the laps of the four corpses in the back seat, gleefully shouting:

"Bro, I'm not afraid at all, because I'm sitting on a fucking dollar... Ah—Mazefak! I feel him move!?"

The Toyota drove along the road, through the tourist area, and arrived at the backyard of St. Mary's Biotechnology Company.

Seeing the 18-year-old Toyota, the old black security guard at the gate was already used to it. After opening the gate for the group, he made a casual gesture.

You have once again entered the lair of the Bone-Slaying Demon, a place permeated with the aura of ghouls.

Upon seeing this notification, Wayne raised an eyebrow.

After parking the car at the back door, Wayne was about to call his supervisor Charlotte when he suddenly saw a familiar figure.

"Brother Wayne!" a young man greeted Wayne with a smile.

Wayne nodded and smiled:

"Alex, long time no see. How have you been?"

It was Alex, the corpse collector who brought Wayne into the business.

Alex sighed and said:

"Sigh, lately... I've run into some trouble, some people are trying to mess with me..."

"Let's put that aside for now. You've come at the right time. There's an auction going on inside. The corpses you brought should fetch a premium. Come on, let's go in and take a look."