"Don't make things up without evidence." Lu Lei turned around and faced Dong Huimiao.
A hard object was pressed against the heart of the seedlings that had been destroyed in winter.
Dong Huimiao's eyes shifted downwards, catching sight of a pistol.
"Calm down. I don't mean to expose you. I just want to cooperate with you."
Lu Lei put the gun away: "Not interested."
"Aren't you afraid others will find out? Those who lost their slime must be looking for someone to vent their anger on right now."
Lu Lei chuckled: "Heh, do you think people will believe you just because you say it? Besides, what will happen tomorrow..."
Lu Lei didn't say anything more.
Many things will become clear tomorrow.
Lu Lei returned to the female workers' dormitory, lay on his bed, and tapped his finger in the air. The little monkeys in the farm seemed to be comforted by their owner and happily swung between the apple trees.
The owner said it did a great job today, and it can pick any apples in the farm!
Dong Huimiao, who was also lying in bed, was so engrossed in Lu Lei's words that she wished she could fast forward to tomorrow immediately.
The next morning, Dong Huimiao was forcibly awakened by screams.
The man's scream was rough and piercing, disturbing my peaceful sleep.
Dong Huimiao glanced at the face with annoyance, and what came into view was a face covered with scars.
“My face! How did I become like this?” The screamer was a collector from another group.
Zhao Yu, who shared a dorm room with him, was woken up and rubbed his face wearily: "You didn't take Bru, did you? Just take one Bru pill."
He didn't get back until the wee hours of the morning last night and is still a bit tired. But working all night was worth it! He's already collected four bottles of slime, putting him far ahead of everyone else today!
Dong Huimiao glanced around the dormitory and noticed someone was missing: "Where's Li Bufan?"
Zhao Yu remained silent.
"Weren't you working overtime with Li Bufan last night?" Dong Huimiao stared intently at him.
Zhao Yu said impatiently, "How should I know? I was tired, so I came back first."
Upon arriving at the factory, the dilemma of winter seedling destruction was easily resolved.
At the factory gate, a row of six corpses lay, with Li Bufan among them.
These six people were all those who stayed behind to work overtime last night.
"Wait a minute, where is that person? Are there any more bodies in the factory?" There were far more than six missing people, but only six bodies. Something's not right.
Lu Lei entered the factory and squatted down to examine the six enclosures containing the dead bodies. Under one of the enclosures, there was a pool of black slime. The slime's texture was very similar to the slime secreted by the insect treasure, only its color was black.
Lu Lei wiped his finger with the sticky substance, and the finger immediately cracked open, the flesh inside the fingertip began to dry, and the cracking continued until the bone was exposed.
Beneath the mask, Xia Chuhe's face was contorted with pain. It must be said, the human skin mask he bought outside the body disposal center was of excellent quality; even the mask itself conveyed a degree of suffering.
Lu Lei immediately used his healing ability, but unfortunately, the wound on his finger only healed halfway.
"Drag the body away, everyone go to work as usual." The supervisor was used to corpses and just muttered, "I already said, no overtime."
Many people developed facial cracks today and kept asking their supervisor why.
The supervisor sighed, "You guys are reluctant to spend the money you're paid. You should eat it if you're supposed to, or just tough it out if you're not."
These words dashed the hopes of those who wanted to collect Blue.
Collecting the mucus yields Bru, but a side effect is cracked skin. Taking Bru can eliminate this side effect.
After going through the whole process, all you get is the joy of being a blue, nothing else, it's all for nothing.
No wonder the factory could pay Blue so much; it turns out there were hardly any people who could actually take Blue out with them.
Things were worse than Lu Lei had imagined.
Originally, she thought that after the supervisor tacitly approved the theft, a small number of people would resort to improper means, a small number of people would risk working overtime, and most people would remain in a state of not fighting or grabbing and live peacefully.
But now, the mortality rate from overtime work has increased significantly, and if you don't compete or fight for anything, you'll fall behind in everything.
These two factors make theft and robbery a popular choice for most people. Protecting the fruits of their labor becomes increasingly difficult.
The collectors became much more vigilant, thwarting the monkeys' plan to steal the slime.
Sure enough, not long after work began, internal strife broke out in the breeding room. It started when someone tried to steal the slime from a man with facial tattoos, but was discovered. The tattooed man wasn't going to tolerate it and immediately gave him a beating.
“Thieves pay the price! Hand over your slime!” the tattooed man said menacingly.
The thief, beaten until his mouth was crooked and his eyes were distorted, still stubbornly denied it: "I didn't, I didn't steal, and I didn't have any slime."
The tattooed man grabbed the thief and turned to the other six people in the same breeding room, saying, "Brothers, if I hadn't spotted this thief, he would have stolen this time and come back again. We might all have suffered losses, right?"
Some people nodded in agreement with him.
The tattooed man continued, "When a thief steals something, he either keeps it on his person or keeps it 'at home.' Brothers, come with me to his workstation and look for it. We'll split whatever we find, okay?"
The tattooed man used the lure of sharing the slime to incite the greed of the others with just a few words.
"Okay!" The other six people in the breeding room responded in unison.
Seven men, carrying a thief, broke into another breeding room.
The tattooed man searched the area around the thief's fence, finding only a bottle of slime. His gaze shifted, landing on the slime nearby, and he shouted, "We've stumbled into a thief's den! Who knows where the thief hid his stuff? Everyone, grab the thief's things! Whoever finds them keeps them!"
The tattooed man shouted and reached for the slime on the fence next to him.
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