Chapter 370: Rusty City Strange Stories
The huge sound of the machine hit everyone's eardrums.
Xu Zhiyan looked down at the sticker on his left hand side. It read "Welcome to Rusty City". He had pasted such a note on the spherical craft a few minutes ago.
He was secretly shocked.
If it weren't for this sticker, he would have almost forgotten that this city was called Rust City, but he didn't seem to have seen anything related to "Rust" so far.
Sensing that the air around him was a little heavy, he reached out and patted his head.
"Hey, hey, I hope you guys are not scared. I was just saying it casually." Without evidence, everything is speculation.
Neither Gan Mi nor Xinan spoke. They were interrupted just as they were staring at each other. Now the situation was tense. Only Qi Shanren was overwhelmed by the murderous intent from both sides and kept agreeing.
"Boss Xu, what kind of craft was that just now?"
How could a city use gray balls as souvenirs? They didn't look like they could be sold, and most importantly, they had just passed by other processing machines and didn't see any similar crafts.
Xu Zhiyan shrugged: "Maybe it's some artwork that we can't appreciate."
Looking at the new handicrafts coming from afar, he stopped talking. The others also adjusted their states and looked at the products to be processed that were being transported over.
The crafts this time are more normal.
It is an ornament in the shape of a wooden house in the woods.
Without the need for the three people behind him to do anything, Gan Mi neatly fastened the screws on it and put on a sticker with the word "welcome".
Before putting it down, he shook it repeatedly to check.
"There's nothing unusual, it's just an ordinary handicraft." After saying that, he put the thing back on the conveyor belt. During this time, he didn't look at Xinan again, and it seemed that he was going to ignore the other party directly.
When the thing passed by Xu Zhiyan, he reached out and picked it up to take a look.
Four screws and a sticker, the same process, but the emotion conveyed by this handicraft is reassuring.
Next, the few of them did not act rashly, but just started to tighten the screws honestly.
There are many types of handicrafts, but in addition to the types that everyone is familiar with, you will encounter a gray ball-like handicraft from time to time.
Time passes quietly.
After mechanically tightening the screws for nearly two hours, the four encountered a new problem.
There are only three screw holes on a gray spherical craft.
Perhaps because he had just been mocked by Xinan for being useless, Gan Mi worked very hard in the subsequent screw-driving activity and almost finished all the work by himself, while the other three could only stare blankly.
When the latest artifact was delivered, he finished screwing in three screws, frowned and said, "There's no room."
Xu Zhiyan picked up the screwdriver tool on his right hand, and when it fell in front of him, he gestured and felt that he had no idea where to start. He couldn't use this tool to screw in another screw.
Considering the rules, he did not panic.
The workshop rules only stated that all screws must be tightened, but did not specify how many screws there were. The reminder that they must tighten all four screws was a note left by an employee in the locker room.
Here, no one can be sure that the information they get from the locker room is correct. In a sense, they can't even be sure whether the person who leaves the message to them in the locker room is a human.
He couldn't help thinking about what would happen when he screwed in three screws, and Xinan, who had been silent nearby, suddenly took action!
He picked up a grey sphere without a screw hole, put the middle finger of his right hand against the sphere, and took his hand away. A new hole was punched in the sphere...
Xinan's skillful hole-opening action made the other three people freeze in place.
Not only them, but even the audience in the live broadcast room were stunned and didn't know how to comment for a moment.
[Ah? Did Mad Dog make another hole in this broken ball? ]
[The speed at which he screws in the screws is really scary. ]
[Mad Dog: There were no screw holes in the world, but when I came, there were screw holes.]
[There are no screws that cannot be tightened, only workers who don’t work hard! ]
[Hahahahaha…]
[Curious, what will happen after forced drilling? 】
The craftwork that had been forcibly drilled and screwed was put on the conveyor belt again. Xu Zhiyan looked at Xinan's two mechanical eyeballs of different styles and was shocked by the other's sincere eyes. The corners of his mouth twitched and he comforted him, "It's... it's fine."
There's nothing else to say except it's great!
When everyone thought it was just a minor incident, new accidents occurred one after another.
The craft hasn't reached the end yet, the starting point of the track trembles slightly, and something even stranger is transmitted over!
It was a hand, a human hand at first glance, with a ring on it, which perfectly matched the human flesh mentioned earlier...
In an instant, many thoughts flashed through Xu Zhiyan's mind.
After two hours of screwing in the screws, this was the first time they saw human flesh appear, and it appeared just after they had followed the note and forcibly screwed in four screws.
Various possibilities popped into his mind.
Only if you agree with the contents of the note and follow them, the rest will become true; their cognition was distorted when they entered the factory, and only by following the contents of the note can they break it; this is the punishment they received after the previous craftwork failed to meet the standards...
There were too many possibilities and he had no time to think carefully. The problem before him now was more straightforward: what to do with this hand.
The note said to throw the human flesh into the trash before it found it.
Who is it? What kind of existence is it? There is only a trash can at the door of the entire workshop. Must I throw it in this trash can or can I take it away and throw it in another trash can?
Xu Zhiyan raised his head and looked around, and found that the eyes of the remaining three people were all on him.
Wait! Qi Shanren and Xinan are fine, but why does Gan Mi also have an expression like "You decide what to do next"? Do the four of them only have one brain?
Without time to complain, he gestured to Gan Mi and Qi Shanren to stop. When the hands were teleported in front of him, he took out a black bag from his backpack and put the gloves in it.
As expected, this thing cannot be put back into the backpack.
Xu Zhiyan hid the bag containing his hands under his feet, looked around and found that no one was paying attention and there was nothing unusual in the entire workshop, so he breathed a sigh of relief.
It's just past three o'clock now, and there are still a few hours before lunch. If I go to the bathroom when Team Leader Gao is not around, I can just throw the human flesh into the trash can when I pass by.
It’s a pity that plans can never keep up with changes.
The action of putting away the hands seemed to be a signal. Then the No. 9 unit where the four of them were located seemed to be connected to another dimension, and human flesh was continuously transported over on the conveyor tracks.
Feet in high heels, a thigh with a clear cut section, a tattooed forearm...
All of them are obviously human tissue.
At first, a few people were a little hesitant, but after seeing it more often, they no longer felt any waves in their hearts.
The patrolling team leader Gao seemed to be blind and had no reaction after seeing the human flesh.
Seeing this, Xu Zhiyan collected a pile of human tissue and immediately signaled the others to go to the bathroom with him while nothing new was being transmitted over the tracks.
"Let's go, there's a barrier around the restroom, so four people must go together." His words were still as incoherent as ever.
When Gan Mi and Xinan were competing in screwing screws, he pretended to be in a daze and carefully observed the workbenches around him, and discovered some patterns.
When four people are on duty, the number of crafts that need to be screwed is obviously greater, and as the number of people in front of each machine is reduced, the number of crafts delivered will also be reduced by 100%.
What's more, no rules anywhere stipulate that someone must be present at the workbench.
As the core of the temporary team, his words were immediately responded to.
Leaving the workshop is a wide corridor.
Because they were in a hurry when they came here, the four of them did not take a careful look. Only when they came out did they find that the corridor here was much wider than ordinary corridors.
If we had to say there was something strange besides this, it would probably be that there were some gray blocks about half a person's height scattered on both sides of the corridor. These blocks were of different heights and sizes, but none were too high or too wide, maintaining a strange harmony.
When passing by one of them, Xu Zhiyan slowed down his pace and observed it carefully. He found that the material of this thing was somewhat like a spherical handicraft, neither copper nor iron.
It was not until several people left the workshop one after another that Qi Shanren could not help but ask in a low voice: "Boss Xu, why don't you throw the human flesh into the trash can?"
Several people had already passed the trash can at the door, but Xu Zhiyan's work clothes were bulging and he hadn't thrown away a single bag.
Xu Zhiyan was always friendly to his customers. He weighed the human flesh hidden in his clothes and explained, "The trash can at the door is too small. Even if we have three of them, they won't be able to hold all the trash." What's more, standing at the door to unload the goods would be a bit too conspicuous.
Qi Shanren then realized that he had asked a stupid question.
Before he could change the subject, several black bags were stuffed into his hands.
After making sure that there was no one around, Xu Zhiyan distributed the hidden human flesh to the other three people: "There are too many, everyone should throw it away separately."
The specific function of this meat has not yet been determined, but we certainly can’t keep it to ourselves and have to act on it as soon as possible.
Several people had different reactions when they heard this.
Gan Mi and Xinan couldn't wait to agree to the proposal of separate actions, and took the bags of human flesh and ran away, as if they were afraid that Xu Zhiyan would make any other cooperation proposals.
Seeing this, Qi Shanren could only swallow the anxiety in his throat and leave with his own portion.
However, as a special customer, he received a high-tech protective shield, a specialty of the safe house, from Xu Zhiyan before leaving, which moved him to tears.
Soon, Xu Zhiyan was the only one left in the corridor.
He distributed most of the bags, keeping only the bag that contained the original hand, and his steps became much lighter when he walked.
"Finally I can move on my own for a while."
The rules in the workshop are too rigid and there is no room for maneuver, so I have to leave.
Muttering to himself, Xu Zhiyan quickly began his exploration mode. In order to ensure that he was within the rules, he had to find a toilet and throw away the bag in his hand.
He reached out and touched the horn pendant hanging around his neck...he had to find the slice as soon as possible.
As if he had thought of something, he went back to the workshop and carefully looked inside through the glass at the back door.
In front of the workbench of Unit 9, which was supposed to be empty, there was a figure sitting at the third position from the front, slowly processing the artifact that was sent over.
Looking at the back, he actually looks somewhat similar to him.
The only difference was that there were quite a few traces of rust on the hem of this 'person's' blue-grey work clothes, which looked like rust spots.
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