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Chen Yi stood still, looking up to inspect both sides of the alley, checking for any surveillance cameras.

When he had subconsciously said thank you and saw the reaction of the officer before him,

he knew he might have said the wrong thing.

If what the officer said was true, that a person without any mechanical organs like himself held a high status in this city, then people like him wouldn't use words such as "thank you".

They were supposed to be superior, right?

It was clear that the class structure in this city was rigid.

Beneath the veneer of a modern city lay an extremely strict social hierarchy.

The one thing that truly shocked him was that such a bustling area was described as a slum by the officer.

The most bustling cities on Blue Star were not as busy as this place.

If this was considered a slum, what were the cities on Blue Star? Garbage dumps?

There were no cameras.

This alley was a dead end, squeezed between two high-rises, probably less than two meters wide, littered with trash and reeking of a strong urine smell, with dried feces visible everywhere.

In a corner of the alley lay a stray cat, covered in scars, fur curled, eyes warily fixed on them, ready to flee at any moment. Notably, all of the cat's legs were mechanical.

Even a stray cat had mechanical legs; how peculiar.

Compared to the clean and tidy streets outside, this place did have a semblance of a slum.

Chen Yi crouched down, took the wristwatch from the officer's hand, and toyed with it in his hands. The officer had been communicating with someone on what seemed like a communicator.

The screen was still on.

But he didn't touch it, as the screen still displayed a prompt.

"Inputting message..."

Well, it seemed that the message the officer had been trying to send hadn't gone through yet.

He didn't try to operate the wristwatch, as he didn't want to be hunted immediately upon his arrival. A random touch might trigger some sort of automatic alarm.

After getting a rough idea of what it was, he tried putting the device around the officer's neck.

By now, Tuberculosis Rabbit had finished sewing the officer's mouth shut tightly, using fishing line instead of ordinary thread, making it incredibly durable.

He then tied the officer's hands and feet together, stuffed him into a trash bag, and tucked it into a garbage bin in the corner of the alley. This would ensure that, at least for a while, the officer wouldn't be able to leak any information about them.

Having done all that,

Tuberculosis Rabbit dusted off his hands, looking pleased with his work, "Let's go. We're done here. How about we go and see the city, eh? Kind of feels like a little tour; it's not bad."n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

"That...

Sword Without End looked at Tuberculosis Rabbit's smooth operation and couldn't help but mutter in stupefaction, "What did you used to do? You seem so skilled."

"Oh, I worked as a security guard in a morgue for a while, and I was an encoffiner for some time, specializing in stitching up bodies from accidental deaths."

"Last time I had to stitch up a body where the driver crashed right into a guardrail."

"The metal sliced the upper body in half. It was a bloody scene, with white fat globules mixed with flesh, easy enough to make one throw up their lunch."

"Stitching that up was quite simple. It's more troublesome with bodies that are totally mangled."

"First, you have to identify any recognizable organs, like the mouth, nose, fingers, and so on."

"Then, according to information from the relatives, you create a mold of the same height."

"After that, you need to arrange the body parts and organs inside the mold, kind of like assembling a puzzle. But in most cases, a lot of the flesh is lost during transport and at the scene, making it difficult to put together a complete body."

"So you need to add some pork or something, line it all up, sew it together, apply makeup, dress it up, and present it to the family for one last look before cremation."

"That's child's play, really. Next time, I'll show you how to create a head out of thin air. Like when the deceased's head is reduced to mush, and the family wants me to reconstruct the head based on a photo."

"That's more of a technical job. You have to use a variety of materials to recreate such a head."

"We usually start with a 3D modeler, and then we combine 3D printing with pork to get the desired result. It's more complex, but the families pay well, so we earn more."

"..."

Sword Without End's mouth slowly dropped open as he incredulously stared at Tuberculosis Rabbit, feeling a chill down his spine and instinctively took a step back, "Did Chen Yi also do this kind of work?"

"Nope, Yi used to find customers for us."

"It's a pricey service, and most families can't afford it, so Yi had to go out and drum up business."

"This... this service, you actually go out looking for customers? You don't just go knocking on doors, do you?"

"Not exactly, you just look for families that seem to have money, and then you go for a drive and hit them; that's Yi's job, my job is to take the order."

"..."

Sword Without End felt a new chill creep up his spine and took a few steps back.

"Just kidding. That would be murder."

"We're good people after all."

Seeing Sword Without End's reaction, Tuberculosis Rabbit couldn't help but laugh, lighting a cigarette and putting it to his lips as he waved and walked toward the mouth of the alley, "Yi used to handle the interaction with customers for us. I don't exactly look trustworthy, so customers wouldn't trust me."

"Customers trust Yi more, with his blank expression. They think he's reliable."

"Just making a bit of pocket money for a living, but it's indeed quite stress-relieving. I'll recommend you try it some time if you have the chance."

"After successfully stitching a corpse, it really gives you a sense of accomplishment."

"Stress-relieving..."

Sword Without End was silent and didn't speak, simply looking at the list of players on the map. He couldn't help but speak up, "Apart from the three of us, other first-time players have also received tasks."

"But not a single one has entered; they all chose to give up."

"Right now, there are only the three of us players on this map."

"Hmm, no rush, let's go out and scout the situation first."

...

After Chen Yi had walked several rounds on the streets,

he finally ascertained three things.

First, pedestrians on the street couldn't see the title above his head.

Second, there were no internet cafes in this city.

Third, they seemed too conspicuous; along the way, countless women had deliberately posed in a sexy manner as they passed by, though they didn't approach to start a conversation, the way they acted clearly suggested they would throw themselves at him the moment he waved.

"The watch..."

Chen Yi stood on the sidewalk pondering without speaking. The wristwatch should contain each person's identity information, and after briefly looking around, he deduced that to log into the city's network system, one must log in on the wristwatch.

But they didn't have such a thing at all.

Nor did he see any shops selling watches along the way.

However, he did see several employees from mechanical organ shops catching stray cats off the street, chopping off all four of their legs, and then attaching mechanical organs.

After asking about it,

they said it was for practice.

It was akin to pet store employees on Blue Star often capturing stray cats to neuter them, using them for practice—the wild rats were free for the taking.

The reason passersby displayed their mechanical organs so openly

was due to the Law Enforcement Bureau's forceful requirements.

No matter what kind of mechanical organs were embedded in their bodies, they were not to be covered by clothing and had to be exposed. Even if your thing turned mechanical, you had to cut a hole in your pants to let it show.

This information also came from the mouths of employees at the mechanical organ shops.

The general reason was that these mechanical organs often possessed a variety of powers, and they had to be exposed so that others could be aware of the person's aggression.

Furthermore, each mechanical organ contained a tracker and a backdoor from the Law Enforcement Bureau.

Meaning, if the Law Enforcement Bureau wished, they could shut down a person's mechanical organs at any time, even if it was something non-aggressive like a mechanical heart.

This might be why those people's gazes towards them were filled with fear and envy.

Because all of their own organs lacked the hidden backdoors left by others, and they could control them as they pleased.

Chen Yi casually glanced at the women flaunting their figures nearby and, tilting his head, gestured with a pursed lip to Tuberculosis Rabbit before falling into thought.

Every mechanical organ has an offensive function.

For example, a mechanical arm could greatly enhance the strength of an arm and could be fitted with various attachments, such as octopus claws for rapid climbing, tether ropes for quick escapes, sleeve daggers for lethal strikes, or even be assembled into firearms.

And from what he observed, almost everyone he saw had mechanical organs, meaning each person had substantial attacking capabilities.

Yet the scene seemed peaceful without any hint of a combat atmosphere.

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What's the use of such strong offensive capabilities?

It's like a village that's been peaceful for a hundred years, but the villagers sharpen knives every night—it's extremely irrational.

To find out what's really going on, they'd still need to grab someone and interrogate them.

"You."

Tuberculosis Rabbit scanned the surroundings and carelessly pointed to a woman not far away, beckoning, "You, come here."

"Me?"

The woman's eyes sparked with a tinge of excitement and anticipation. Clutching her skirt, she jogged towards Tuberculosis Rabbit in an affected manner under the envious gazes of other women, seemingly afraid Rat might change his mind.

And the envy was evident in the eyes of the other passersby looking at this woman.

What luck, to be able to latch onto someone from the upper city.

She might even be taken out of the slums.

"Yeah."

After contemplating for a while, Tuberculosis Rabbit finally said, "I want to take you to rent a hotel room with your identity information. Any problem with that?"

"I understand, I understand, no problem at all,"

the woman nodded excitedly and continuously.

People from the upper city seeking fun would never leave their own identity information behind—a fact she understood well.

"Good you understand. Lead the way."

"Pick a decent hotel, and you're paying."

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