Eoubs West District.

2109-Y22 Processing Room.

Sheen and Lu Jin did not go to the execution ground, but instead came to the transit area under the jurisdiction of the Passage Department. Only those who had dealt with the higher-ups knew that in this remote corner sat a shredder that almost no one would use. The machine could remove all the non-nutritive parts of the corpse, and what was left would become edible meat products to feed those forbidden creatures with a desire to eat. Ever since Eoubs discovered that there was such a mass-producible, recyclable forbidden creature, the work of disposing of corpses had increased dramatically.

Sometimes people in the salon eat it too, saying it tastes pretty good and can be used to make burgers, and this trend is growing.

Of course, apart from the recycled meat, the researchers give them nothing else. Half of their limited monthly feeding data is used for comparison or reported as "experimental basic expenses."

Those who could be carried out of the salon were either service providers or newly promoted, short-sighted individuals; in any case, far fewer died than in other branches.

When Gore was first transferred here, he wanted to promote this method. He believed that the most cost-effective solution was to feed the forbidden substances and the lower-level operatives with a large number of corpses—although they would not eat here, their wages could be forcibly converted into meat products.

The proposal was naturally rejected; after all, it was too inhumane. The words from the higher-ups were so touching they could bring tears to one's eyes: they work for an organization that is supposed to protect all of humanity, and such a heartless act is inappropriate.

The machine was fully automated, but its exterior was dilapidated, and even the door was unlocked. A tattered sign was placed on top: "Please do not put too many corpses inside 072. Cleanliness, tidiness, and efficiency are our principles."

They moved through unimpeded, and no one would have thought to wander into the abandoned area. Sheen kicked open the door, then walked in, clutching the capsule.

The processing room had been neglected for years and now looked like something out of a horror movie. However, as Yu Yu's subordinate, Lu Jin was quite familiar with this kind of place.

He had delivered documents to the adjudication department a few times before. There was a temporary shredder there, and the room was always filled with a large number of corpses—humans and forbidden objects mixed together. They were all things that had no research value. Then, professionals would slowly push them onto the conveyor belt and into the sealed machine.

No one knows what happens inside, because when the corpse comes out, it has already been transformed into neat, well-preserved, and fragrant meat products, and you can't find its original appearance at all.

However, he was more familiar with his colleagues working in the interrogation room, most of whom were Yu Jianchu's subordinates. Back then, the two sisters were still arguing fiercely. At the very front of the hall, there was a broken shredder. Some people who came out of the execution ground had nothing to do and thought about selling the forbidden corpses. Yu Yu bought some and later made a whole plate of grilled ribs for them to eat, mainly to disgust her sister.

As for people... I have no interest in that, that's too disgusting, brother. But sometimes members from other departments come to the execution ground to pick out meat, in the form of bargaining. They are used to looking at people with a "suitable as feed" look. Lu Jin knows some such people because of his work, but it's normal in Eoubs. There's no normal person here.

Inside the processing room, piles of rotting corpses stood tall, their clothes removed and placed elsewhere. According to Eoubs regulations, these were to be disposed of, but since mass production began, no one had come here for a long time, and they had almost been forgotten. Most of the corpses that appeared were simply thrown in after some inspection.

They released the high-ranking official from the capsule and dumped him among a mountain of corpses.

Lu Jin thought for a few seconds, then squatted down, opened the man's folder, skillfully took out a permission chip, and put the rest of the items back on the corpse. Then he discovered that the idiot's brooch had a hidden compartment, probably containing some kind of illegal mechanism, which looked pretty good, so he went to remove it as well.

At that moment, he felt a cold gaze, so he looked up and found Sheen staring at him coldly.

"what?"

"I hope you won't do anything incredibly stupid," the man said menacingly, taking a deep breath.

"Please, I already know you owe Yu Yu a favor. Now that we're even, just leave me alone."

What I'm about to do might be somewhat similar to what you're doing, but you can't afford the consequences.

"Besides, do you know how precious these things are to a dying person?"

Lu Jin spoke in a relaxed yet certain tone.

If Sheen knew, well, even if she did, she wouldn't care. That woman is crazy, and she even helped me, so I won't provoke her.

"You really think you can turn the world upside down, all thanks to that recently implanted hidden contraindication?"

"Damn...you know what, I actually thought so too. You're so smart."

Sheen was so angry that he couldn't speak, unsure whether to stab himself or the other person.

While the body was being placed into the conveyor belt, Lu Jin rummaged through the pile of wreckage again, hoping to find something of sentimental value that he could take back with him.

Turns out there really wasn't anything good out of it.

One of them had an exquisitely crafted identity tag, completely different from the ones they wore. It was made of pure gold and even studded with diamonds. I don't know which idiot made it, but the name on it had been scratched off and was covered in blood.

But judging from the state of the corpse's decomposition and the wounds... one can imagine what he went through before he died—a poor fellow, skinned alive, his eyes and tongue ripped out, and the hole in his chest clearly came from a not-so-sharp knife, probably stabbed dozens of times before he died. This kind of corpse has no recycling value, even if you throw it in... well, it's already rotten anyway, and no one would like what you make from it.

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