louisehourcade Chapter 335 The Factory!
Chapter 335 The Factory!
suburbs.
Old industrial belt.
There are villages and towns nearby, as well as underground water networks and abandoned transportation lines.
not good.
This kind of place is perfect for hiding things.
It is also the most suitable place for pollution to spread.
Zhang Yan tapped his finger twice on the control panel.
If a market town is established on the outskirts of a city, its purpose is not merely to create a family.
It wants to create a network of pollution, gradually seeping into the water, logistics, and people flow.
Fighting monsters is just the surface level.
The real danger lies in the nodes.
This must be told to Qin Changfeng as soon as possible.
But it's early morning now.
And he's still at sea.
Zhang Yan suppressed his thoughts.
Return to Jinghai first.
Resupply, repairs, confirm Shanghai data, and set off again.
As for sleeping...
He glanced at the remaining flight distance.
I can sleep for three hours.
Zhang Yan switched the driving mode to automatic cruise control and closed his eyes.
The last thing that lingered in my mind was neither Yokosuka Wharf nor the mark that had disappeared between Ito's eyebrows.
It was Nie Qingcheng's line, "The refrigerator is empty."
There was no one at Jinghai Wharf in the early morning.
Zhang Yan emerged from the Devouring Shark, stowed away his mech, and turned on his phone.
Nie Qingcheng did not come to pick her up.
But there is one message.
"Remember to buy pork ribs when you go grocery shopping, the fridge is really empty."
Zhang Yan looked at the word "really" and confirmed that she wasn't just saying it casually.
He replied, "Received."
The other party replied instantly.
"Don't buy frozen ones."
Zhang Yan: "I know."
"Don't buy the ones that are too thin either."
"Know."
"The beef should be shank."
"Um."
"Buy two cartons of eggs."
Zhang Yan paused for a moment, then replied, "Didn't you say the refrigerator was empty?"
Nie Qingcheng: "That's why I'm buying two boxes."
Zhang Yan couldn't help but laugh.
She probably didn't sleep well at all.
She didn't come to the dock because she was afraid of seeing her frown again. Using grocery shopping to cover it up is very much like her.
Zhang Yan hailed a car and headed straight for the nearest still-open fresh food supermarket.
There are very few people here.
He pushed the shopping cart and put things into it according to the list sent by Nie Qingcheng.
Spare ribs, beef shank, eggs, green vegetables, noodles, scallions, ginger, and milk and fruit that she didn't write down but he knew the family was lacking.
The shopping carts quickly piled up.
The night before, he was cleaning up Ito Yokosuka Pier, and now he's standing in a supermarket picking out ribs.
This contrast is strange.
But he doesn't dislike it.
They even thought it was great.
This shows that what he hit was meaningful.
If we can't return to this normalcy in the future, then all the mechs, all the win rates, and all the completeness will just be cold, hard numbers.
My phone vibrated again.
Qin Xiao's supplementary intelligence has arrived.
Zhang Yan clicked on it.
"The underground heat source of the Shanghai factory has jumped from level B to level B+ in the past six hours, with seven new infrared signatures of human activity, and the distribution pattern is abnormal."
There's one more sentence.
"Brother Yan, it's not an isolated pollution site in the wild."
After reading it, Zhang Yan put a carton of eggs into the shopping cart.
A second message popped up on the screen.
"There are people inside."
"Blanch the pork ribs first."
Nie Qingcheng stood at the kitchen doorway, arms crossed, watching him.
Zhang Yan had just put the vegetables in the refrigerator when he heard this, and he paused for a moment.
"When did you start directing the kitchen?"
"I won't."
Nie Qingcheng said matter-of-factly, "But I knew you would."
Zhang Yan glanced at her.
She changed into her pajamas, her hair casually tied up, and she had some dark circles under her eyes, but she refused to admit that she hadn't slept much all night.
Zhang Yan didn't expose her, and took out the ribs.
"Go sit down."
"No."
"Your standing here is affecting my efficiency."
"Then you'll be less efficient."
After Nie Qingcheng finished speaking, she walked over, hugged his waist from behind, and pressed her face against his back.
Zhang Yan was still holding a knife in his hand.
He paused for two seconds and put the knife down.
"I smell of seawater."
"I can't smell it."
Her voice was very low.
Zhang Yan did not let her let go.
The kitchen was quiet for a while, with only the sound of water and the movement of the pot.
Nie Qingcheng didn't hold on tightly, but she didn't let go either.
She didn't ask Ito what happened in the end, nor did she ask Zhang Yan if he was injured.
She had already judged his answers from his tone.
Zhang Yan knew in her heart that what she really wanted to confirm was something else.
He is back.
They're back in their entirety.
This is more important than any post-mortem analysis.
After the pork rib soup was simmering, Zhang Yan briefly recounted what had happened in Yokosuka.
Three high-ranking family members: Ito Purification and Heavenly Craftsmanship Heart 98.1%.
When Nie Qingcheng heard the number, her finger paused on the side of the cup for a moment.
"Still 1.9% short?"
"Um."
"What about the success rate of the seal?"
87%.
She looked up at him.
"You think it's not enough."
"It must be over 90%."
Nie Qingcheng didn't say anything like "it's already very tall".
She wouldn't comfort him with wishful thinking.
She was silent for a few seconds, then said, "Next time before you go out, measure your ring size again, so you don't get it wrong."
Zhang Yan looked at her.
This statement came out of nowhere.
But he understood.
She was reminding him that there were still things he hadn't finished.
It also serves as a reminder to him not to see himself as someone who only has tasks left to complete.
Zhang Yan nodded.
"52 millimeters, I remember."
Nie Qingcheng raised an eyebrow slightly.
"Just remember that."
After the soup was ready, the two ate a very late meal.
Zhang Yan did not rest immediately after the meal.
Nie Qingcheng didn't urge her.
Because the information from Shanghai that Qin Xiao sent had arrived.
The holographic screen in the living room unfolds.
Thermal imaging of abandoned factories, surface structures, surrounding water networks, and property records are layered on the map.
Zhang Yan sat on the sofa, his finger tracing the central area of the factory.
"Three underground floors."
Nie Qingcheng sat down next to him, and the tenderness she had shown earlier had vanished.
"The heat source is concentrated at the bottom layer, and the seven human infrared signatures are distributed on the ground floor and the underground floor."
Zhang Yan magnified the infrared trajectory.
Seven highlights move back and forth along a fixed route.
The distance, turning angle, and pause time are all very regular.
"Not a hostage."
"guard."
Nie Qingcheng drew a conclusion directly.
Zhang Yan hummed in agreement.
People who are imprisoned do not move like that.
Unless they are controlled like machines.
However, judging from the infrared intensity, the vital signs of these seven people were stable, and there was no obvious pollution or abnormality.
More like a professional caretaker.
The question is, who is guarding a B+ level contamination node?
The answer came quickly.
Nie Qingcheng retrieved the factory's real estate files.
"Nominally, it was a chemical company that had ceased production, but it was acquired by a shell company three years ago."
The money chain on the screen begins to unfold.
Four-layer cleaning.
Cross-border accounts.
Ultimately, it ends up in a sub-account.
Nie Qingcheng looked at that name, her eyes turning cold.
"Zefeng Consortium"