Chapter 595 Chapter 592 Simple Misappropriation

Black Mike sat in the cab of the white beast, holding a large tea bottle in one hand and compressed biscuits in the other. He was very careful not to let the biscuit crumbs fall into the car, because Zhuang Xuteng paid attention to these details and always found them and made him clean them up.

"Hey, the boss is here." Mike saw Zhuang Xuteng walking towards the car, immediately wrapped the biscuits and stuffed them back into the glove box, and then started the car. Zhuang Xuteng didn't need others to open the door for him, especially wasting the driver's time to do such a thing that he could do and was very convenient, which actually reduced safety.

"Go to this address: Jisi Funeral Home, next to the crematorium in the hub area - do you know that place?" Zhuang Xuteng asked as soon as he got in the car.

"Yes, I've been there." Mike put down the handbrake, shifted gears, and drove the white beast out.

"Some of those codes have been cracked, and we have obtained several addresses. Let's take a look at the ones in Peicheng first."

"So fast?! Really amazing! There are so many talented people among the middlemen and mercenaries." Mike gripped the steering wheel, calmly turned a sharp corner, and drove into the main road and asked: "I was just thinking: What clues can we find in the funeral home?"

"I don't know, let's go there and see." Zhuang Xuteng closed his eyes and recalled the addresses on the note, but he couldn't find the connection between them. "Maybe, this is not a clue at all, just a joke to cheat money."

As the seller of this information, Mike couldn't respond to this sentence at all, and could only respond in silence, pretending that he didn't hear it. He drove the car very fast. Although the white beast was relatively large, the road conditions in Peicheng were very good, especially there were few traffic jams recently, and it felt like flying when driving.

In a little more than half an hour, they passed through one-third of the city and arrived at their destination. There were no cars at the door of the funeral home, and it was very quiet inside. There was no funeral music playing, and no crying. It seemed that there was no farewell ceremony for the body today, and all the staff could hide away. But this is not conducive to action, especially it is impossible to disguise as a mourner to sneak in. Zhuang Xuteng thought for a while at the door and said: "Go to the funeral home and ask what the current funeral charges are, and give me more than 40 minutes. I will go in from the back."

"Okay." As soon as Mike opened the car door, Zhuang Xuteng stopped him and said: "Be careful, pay attention to your posture, in case there are company surveillance equipment here."

Mike nodded. After getting off the car, he adjusted his collar in front of the rearview mirror, stomped his right foot hard, deliberately lifted his right gluteal muscle, changed his walking posture, and then walked towards the main entrance of the funeral home. Halfway through, he looked back and found that Zhuang Xuteng was gone.

The exact address compiled by Lucy was the crematorium, not the funeral home next door. Zhuang Xuteng asked Mike to go there just to temporarily divert him. This crematorium was where he had worked before. He practiced the "control the undead" spell here, which laid a solid foundation for him to accurately control the tentacles of the vengeful spirits, servants, and banshees and other undead spirits.

"What clues can there be in the crematorium?" Zhuang Xuteng unfolded the Wraith Jelly to scan the site. Everything here was the same as before. The work here has always been very leisurely. When the staff need to deal with the corpse, they increase their firepower and concentrate on it. It only takes two hours to complete a whole day's work. The rest of the time is their daily routine of resting and playing cards.

Today, it is basically the same here. There are no new equipment installed, no modified furnishings, and even the sound of cards falling on the table in the lounge is exactly the same as before. The only difference is that there is an execution puppet. The guy is throwing the garbage from the courtyard into the classified trash can. Obviously, with this guy taking over the sanitation and other miscellaneous tasks, other staff members are more relaxed, and every day is like a holiday.

The perception tentacles swept through the office building of the crematorium, scanning all the rooms, even the corners of the storage room, warehouse and basement were not spared. Zhuang Xuteng did not find any abnormalities, nor did he find any traces of the company coming here, let alone anything related to the social public work point.

A feeling of disappointment came over him, and Zhuang Xuteng was ready to leave here. But at this moment, he noticed a financial report on the crematorium manager's desk. In the summary column in the lower right corner, the crematorium's net profit last quarter was 780,000 euros - this number immediately caught Zhuang Xuteng's attention.

He has not worked here for a long time, but he knows what this place is like: they have no enthusiasm for work, but they are very capable of spending all government grants and donors' donations in the name of various work. Every month, they spend according to the budget allocation, keeping the net profit at a single digit or double digit level at most. Zhuang Xuteng has participated in the dinner they held at the end of the month. With Zhuang Xuteng's vision and consumption level at that time, he felt that the dinner was a bit extravagant.

Where did the net profit come from? No, the question should be how could the net profit not be spent? Zhuang Xuteng approached and flipped the report with the ghost tentacles. He observed with the sensing tentacles and noticed three anomalies, one in, one out, and one flat. The anomaly of the input came from a huge "contract payment", the anomaly of the payment came from the electricity bill that was half of the usual, and the anomaly of the flat came from the fuel cost.

He knew what he had missed, so he immediately turned on the infrared detection function of the Eye of Kaho and looked at the room where the bodies were stored. There were four such cold storages, and only one of them showed a low temperature. The temperatures of the other three rooms were normal, indicating that the refrigerators inside were not started.

"Where have the backlog of corpses gone? The fuel cost has not increased, which means that the quantity burned has not changed. It seems that the problem lies in this strange input." Zhuang Xuteng went into the cold storage room, avoiding the sight of the staff and execution puppets, and secretly opened it Several cold storage doors. This thing was sealed very well, and there was no gap for the sensing tentacles to get through, so I didn't look inside. When I opened it now, I found that it was indeed empty, and it looked like it had been vacant for a long time.

"I should pay attention to the touch of the sensory tentacles. If these cabinets are not cold to the touch, I should be alert. Vision is easy to be deceived, and touch is very important." Zhuang Xuteng remembered the lessons learned this time and randomly checked a few more Regarding the freezers, it was determined that three-quarters of the freezers had been shut down for some time, and the only one still running had only a quarter of the load.

"They must have done something to allow the corpses that were brought in to be disposed of as quickly as possible, so that they could reduce the occupancy rate of the freezers. But..." Zhuang Xuteng extended his sensing tentacles to the funeral parlor next door, searched for and found the "ceremony appointment sheet". Except for the seven farewell ceremonies on Thursday, there are only one or two farewell ceremonies every day on other days recently, and today there is not one at all. It is almost boring.

As a necromancer, Zhuang Xuteng was suddenly startled: he thought of what corpses could be used for!

"The execution puppet... must be used as an execution puppet!" Zhuang Xuteng slapped his head and said regretfully: "I just want to think about how there are so many work chairs in public work places in society, and how to complete the workload of these work chairs. How many assembly lines and how to arrange it in advance is more questionable... Why didn't I think of it..."

After thinking about it carefully, the answer is actually very simple: Zhuang Xuteng does not need to execute the puppet, and neither do the people around him. In addition, he now lives in the Morgana family's manor and is taken care of by servants. The undead-like execution puppet cannot enter the mansion of the descendant of the church at all. Recently, he has been busy studying the network of work chairs in public work stations. All his attention has been on the chairs, and he has ignored the issue of executing the puppets.

"There is also the shadow clone technology. The number of shadow slave items on the market has greatly increased, so I have paid less attention to execution puppets. Well... using corpses in the cold storage to create execution puppets is definitely not something that can be publicized. But these corpses have been occupying the freezers and have not been taken care of for several years or even more than ten years. Now there is a way to dispose of them, which is not all bad. "

"Besides, the company paid..."

Using "idle corpses" as execution puppets is obviously not a good thing but certainly not a bad thing. Zhuang Xuteng can even understand why the company wants to keep it secret. Not everyone can understand that the execution puppet servants who walk around the house and work are made from corpses. There must also be many people who doubt whether the corpses of their parents and relatives who did not pay for cremation were made into execution puppets. , still can't find peace. There are a lot of ethical and living habits issues here, and they will affect the execution of the puppet project and the company's profits.

Zhuang Xuteng withdrew his thoughts, focused on manipulating the tentacles of the resentful spirit, and began to rummage through the crematorium's office. He tries to find out from the files where the bodies were transported, or to find the "partner" who paid for the crematorium, but before he can find the answer, the loser in the card game returns to the office and interrupts his search.

Those people were having a heated discussion about the card-playing strategy just now, and they probably wouldn't leave for a while. Zhuang Xuteng looked at the time, it was almost the agreed forty minutes, and left the same way. He returned to the car first, and after a while Mike came out of the funeral home.

"I didn't pay attention before. I really didn't know that the fees here were so expensive." Mike saw Zhuang Xuteng in the back car. He closed the door and said, "I feel bad about these people. They don't seem to respect the feelings of the relatives of the deceased. , I only focus on talking about business. Alas, talking about money really hurts my feelings. But then again, other than the fact that the people here are not good, I don’t notice anything else.”

"The cold storage at the crematorium was basically empty, and there were no corpses in it. I found that they sold all the corpses and made a lot of money, but I haven't had time to find out who they sold them to. If I want to continue tracing, I must Wait until they get off work and go in after dark."

"Selling corpses? To people who remove implants? Shouldn't organs be harvested from these corpses in cold storage?"

"Use it to make execution puppets." Zhuang Xuteng said: "Your informant said that this place is related to public work points and execution puppet projects. The role that the corpse can play in this is to create execution puppets."

Mike tilted his head and thought for a while, then expressed his different opinions: "At first glance, it sounds very related, but all execution puppets - within the same type - have the same height and weight. It may not be exactly the same, but the error It’s very small, which is very uncharacteristic of a corpse, isn’t it?”

Zhuang Xuteng nodded and admitted that what Mike said made sense.

"Male and female, old and young, tall, short, fat, thin, black and white, yellow and red, bald and long hair...the human body has too many characteristics. If the corpse is disassembled and inserted into implants to make an execution puppet, the execution puppet will not look like Now it’s a series and there are standards.”

"Mike, there may be other processes here, which may not be as simple as you said: disassembling, stuffing, and sewing." Zhuang Xuteng said: "I don't see the company's equipment and strength here, which means the company does not I think this is important, but I probably don’t think what happens here will affect them. If you want to find the company’s pain points, you need to continue digging for clues.”

"Well, you're right." Mike nodded.

"But why should I dig deeper? Finding out where the body went will only embarrass the company and won't bring me any benefits. If the company knew I had this information, they would kill me instead of doing business with me."

Mike thought about it and had to admit that Zhuang Xuteng was right. "Nake, is this the only clue among all the codes? Could it be that this is the only one that can't be used to make money?"

"Haha, that makes sense. Let's go to the next location: the Manson Lighting Factory in the old industrial area. At least there are no bodies in the lighting factory, right? Do you know the way?"

"Yes, I've been there. I just joined PCPD at that time." Mike nodded and started the car.

"From now on, don't talk about joining PCPD anymore. All the content related to your past can't be mentioned anymore. In addition, you need to develop a habit: when someone asks you a question, just give the simplest answer. Don't talk about irrelevant things, and don't add extra details casually."

"I understand. I will remember it firmly." Mike promised solemnly.

It was lunch time when they drove to the lamp factory. A dozen workers walked side by side to the lounge in groups of two or three to find the lunch boxes they brought. The company's production line did not stop, and the machines were still roaring. The execution puppets did not need to take a lunch break. As long as the batteries on their bodies were not empty, they could continue to work.

A three-hour charge can work continuously for 48 hours. If it can be charged whenever it is needed, it does not need to leave the job. Which capitalist does not like such "workers"? The number of employees in the production positions of the lamp factory has been reduced from 370 to 27. These 27 people either have a full set of engineering skills and maintenance capabilities, or are positions such as process designers that cannot be replaced by execution puppets.

The people who were fired have social public work points to take them over, which is equivalent to a bottom line, which can guarantee their lives. In fact, it is much better than the situation that Zhuang Xuteng had to face when he was fired.

The two people investigated the factory from different directions. They opened their eyes wide but failed to find any clues. This is a lighting factory. In addition to producing neon lights, spotlights and various daily-use lamps, its only connection with social public work points is the batch production of advertising light signs. After the social public work point application is approved, its decoration style needs to be consistent, especially in the external decoration, with unified logos, lighting atmosphere, advertising and promotional words. The internal decoration style does not need to be unified, as long as it is not eerie.