It seems that the villain is targeting me.

Even with his thick fur, Four couldn't help but shiver—it felt like walking barefoot in the snow—and it was still summer.

It's so cold in the pipes, the temperature in the room must be below zero.

It’s too cold. Number Four was shivering and thinking wildly in his mind, did he accidentally come to the freezer?

[…Frozen storage?] The system repeated, [The original design didn't include a freezer.]

[This should have been rebuilt by them after the meat processing plant was established.]

Since it is a meat processing plant, it needs to process a large amount of fresh meat, so it is normal to build its own cold storage.

Such low temperatures were still within the tolerance of a cat. No. 4 quickened his pace and arrived above the vent with relative ease.

The light here was much dimmer than in the previous room. If it weren't for the cat's extraordinary eyesight, No. 4 probably wouldn't be able to see the scene in the room below.

It met a face.

A pale, lifeless face stared straight at Number Four. There was no expression on his face, which made the latter almost immediately arch his back in anger.

It was discovered!

——This was Cat No. 4's initial thought, but it soon realized that this person was not actually "looking" at it.

He was just lying on the ground, his face just facing the vent - his open eyes were actually unfocused.

At this distance, No. 4 could even clearly see a hexagonal ice crystal condensed in the vitreous humor of the eyeball.

The temperature had dropped drastically, and perhaps because of that, its cat nose had become dull.

It was not until now that Number Four smelled a faint, rancid, sweet smell of blood in the air.

It resisted the urge to escape, gently pressed the camera against its chin, and sent it out through the gap in the railing.

The device exchanged by the system has infrared night vision function, so even if there is no light in the room, it is not a problem.

The image came through clearly.

【…】

Dead body.

There are many words that can be used to describe it here: unrecognizable, disemboweled... and died with eyes open.

He was casually placed on a single gurney, wearing a dark green sterile suit and a dirty, blood-stained plastic sheet underneath.

On the dead man's face, there is still a kind of expression that can almost be solidified.

, intense resentment and pain.

[…Judging from the body, it seems he's been dead for over a day.]

"Taking into account the indoor temperature, the specific time of death may be even earlier,"

Xiao Niao's voice came from the other end of the communicator, sounding quite calm, "He wasn't killed today."

Although it's cruel to say this, it's actually good news for the bird - it means today's surgery may not have started yet.

[So, this is where the bodies are stored?] The system guessed, [The bed was pushed here... maybe it was just dumped here after the organs were removed?]

Number Four's body and voice trembled. "They, they won't dispose of the body?"

"...Who knows," Xiao Niao murmured, "Maybe it's because the beds aren't full yet—maybe they'll wait until there are enough before destroying them all at once."

This description had a great impact on Number Four's young mind: as far as it could see, there were several empty beds.

To describe it as a 'bed' is actually a bit of an exaggeration, because it is essentially just a movable platform made of silver stainless steel - more like an operating table than a hospital bed.

Those innocent people who were trafficked here lay on such a crude operating table, waiting in fear for their organs to be removed.

Just imagining it makes me go crazy.

Xiao Niao pressed the button on the intercom, frowning: "Xiao Si, that's enough, turn around and go back."

The underground space in the meat processing plant is limited, and there are only two places where people can be hidden. Since the hostages are not being held here, it can be basically confirmed that they are in another place.

There is no point in letting No. 4 stay here now. These dead children can no longer come back to life.

The priority now is to find those who are still alive.

"Xiao Si, follow Tongzi's instructions," Xiao Niao's voice unconsciously slowed down, "There shouldn't be any mistakes this time. The hostages should be held in that place..."

Her voice became slower and softer, until it finally stopped completely.

[Bird?] The system noticed that her condition was very strange, [What's wrong with you?]

Xiao Niao suddenly shuddered.

"No," she said.

"No, no, no—"

"That man in the white coat is the one washing his hands in the second room!"

Xiao Niao spoke too quickly, and her upper and lower teeth knocked against each other hard.

"Hairpiece, long hand washing, and blue-green sterile suit..." Xiao Niao's expression became more solemn.

"There's no mistake. He's preparing for surgery."

The gurney was pushed and creaked over the threshold.

Shadowless lamp, scalpel.

A layer of plastic sheeting was laid on the floor and bed, and a simple curtain was drawn to block it.

Both the curtains and the bed looked like they had been used for a long time, with stains that were difficult to remove.

Simple and dirty.

The sanitary conditions here are so bad that Xiaoniao didn't even think about it at the beginning.

The camera was set up.

The indicator light below the lens lights up, and the flashing red dot looks very eye-catching.

"Do we need to record it again?" asked a man wearing a medical mask.

The other man in the white coat nodded. "Yeah, it seems like we'll upload it online. There are a lot of foreigners who like to watch this kind of stuff."

"You like watching this? You must be a psychopath."

The two of them chatted and laughed casually.

The man in the white coat conscientiously completed the seven-step hand washing method - this was not because he was particularly competent, but was just a deep-rooted habit from his medical school days.

He put on two layers of latex gloves.

"Okay, time to get to work."

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The intercom on his waist rang.

The man took the black walkie-talkie off his belt, put it to his ear and pressed the receive button.

While doing these actions, he unconsciously glanced at the password door behind him.

The door was tightly closed, seemingly secure.

There was a rustling sound from the intercom, and someone was talking on the other end.

The man couldn't tell who was speaking - the voice sounded a bit mechanical, but he figured it was because of the intercom, and this happened occasionally when he used it.

The signal today doesn't seem very good, and there's a lot of noise coming from the equipment.

He didn't question it much, but just put the device to his ear and listened carefully.

"Yeah, yeah, I get it. I need a few people."

"What? You want us all to go up together?"

"But who will watch the door then?"

The man looked at the intercom in his hand with some disbelief: "If we all leave, won't there be no one watching the door?"

The order he received was to guard the password door and not let anyone in. He was not allowed to leave his post without permission.

But now, the person on the intercom wanted him to get all the hands on the ground.

The other party was very persistent and called out his name, "Didn't I tell you something happened up there? Hurry up and get it."

Bring someone here.]

The man was reluctant: "But Brother Mo said..."

[Come up if I tell you to], the voice on the other end sounded a little angry, [I'll just go tell Lao Mo!]

The other party's attitude was so bad that the man dared not say anything.

His mind was racing: This guy actually called Brother Mo "Lao Mo", he must be someone you can't mess with, maybe he's Brother Mo's relative or something.

In this human trafficking gang, the most important core figures are actually Lao Mo and Lao Li, who was previously responsible for escorting the goods.

One of them is responsible for running the meat processing plant and processing the "goods", and the other is responsible for escorting transportation and negotiating business with people outside. They work together in perfect harmony.

Because he mainly controls the criminal part of the business, Lao Mo is implicitly the leader between the two of them.

They are sworn brothers, but in such a criminal group, the people Lao Mo trusts the most are actually his relatives.

Those people in key positions are basically related to Lao Mo.

The man himself is also a distant relative who can barely be related to Lao Mo.

Because of this relationship, he got an easy job guarding a password door, with a salary several times higher than the market price, and was also given a gun.

The treatment seems very good, but the man knows in his heart that he is just a marginal person and has no access to real "business".

Although he has a gun in his hand, there is still a big difference between him and those desperate criminals who are really on the edge of a knife.

Therefore, he was somewhat afraid of 'those people'.

In a nutshell, this guy didn't dare to disobey orders.

The man thought hesitantly: Since the other party said so, why not go up?

It takes a while for those doctors in white coats to perform surgery. What if something really happens? I have to go and take a look at what's going on first.

After hesitating for a few seconds, the man decided to go over and take a look - it never hurts to be cautious, after all, he couldn't afford to offend anyone.

Thinking of this, he led his men hurriedly through the corridor and rushed to the place the man on the intercom said.

Almost the next second after they left, a figure quickly emerged from the shadows at the corner.

She walked to the password door, entered the six-digit number, and turned her head to look behind her carefully as the switch opened.

"Don't worry, Bird. I've already found an excuse to get them up there," the system said. "It'll take at least ten minutes for them to react after they get there."

Xiao Niao nodded slightly: "Well, thank you very much, Tongzi."

"It's nothing, just connecting the signal to their equipment and simulating the sound."

The system said modestly, "Even those mentally retarded AIs in real life can do this job."

But it was great to be able to lure the guard away in this way - she really didn't have the energy or time to continue to tangle with him.

Xiao Niao was currently wearing a security guard uniform with a matching black flat cap on his head.

Her hair was not long, and it was tied loosely with a rubber band and then neatly tucked into the hat.

Xiao Niao is tall, so the black security uniform doesn't look too big on her. The stiff collar pressed against the side of her neck, which makes her jawline look very clear.

At first glance, it's impossible to tell the bird's gender.

It was with this kind of attire and the help of the 'cognitive impairment' technique that she successfully managed to sneak in here right under the noses of a group of people.

But this is the limit,

Going further, everyone inside knows each other, and if Xiao Niao appears within their field of vision, he will be exposed immediately.

After all, the method of cognitive impairment is not invisibility. If you stay in an environment where everyone knows each other, being the only stranger will still arouse others' suspicion.

Xiao Niao pressed down the brim of his hat, lowered his head and walked quickly along the wall.

【Go straight ahead, and it's the first room on the left. 】

The system reports information to her in real time.