Wang Jin squinted his eyes and turned to look at the figures running quickly in the distance.
The leader was a man carrying a huge coffin. A metal mask covered his face, so his appearance could not be seen clearly.
The third team of the Suppression Department, black coffin.
It is said that he is Shrike's most powerful rival, and some say that he was once Zhao Guangming's lieutenant.
Of course, none of this has anything to do with Wang Jin, he is just a spectator.
Behind the black coffin were two groups of people.
One group was wearing black uniforms, and the tactical vests on their bodies shone with a faint light.
Apparently it was the third team of the Suppression Department.
This was the first time Wang Jin had seen the other group, and he even suspected that those people were survivors who had not yet had time to evacuate.
After all, those people look... too ordinary.
Just like people you can see everywhere in life.
The old man who was cooking spoons in the restaurant was still wearing greasy sleeves on his arms.
The cashier at the supermarket across the street has not even taken off the apron around her waist.
There is also the mother-in-law with a curling iron on her head, and the delivery man wearing the uniform of Hungry Beauty.
It looks nondescript, even a little funny.
But Wang Jin could still guess the identities of those people from the strong aura coming from them.
Scavenger.
"Feel weird?"
Li Hui tilted her little head and quietly moved a few steps closer to Wang Jin.
"Um…"
The young man nodded and watched the group of vicious middle-aged men approaching quickly.
"I originally thought the Scavengers were a bunch of muscular guys in weird uniforms, like the good brothers of the Furnace Bolt."
"I didn't expect it to be a group of elderly... mixed races."
Wang Jin narrowed his eyes and spoke softly.
That's right, a mixed race.
This is one of the reasons why Wang Jin is so confused.
The darling of pollution, a ghost story in human skin, an unstable and inferior product.
Over the years, mixed breeds have had a bad reputation.
Of course, not all hybrids have joined mercenary organizations like the Unclean Ones, and some are pursuing a normal life.
But this is almost impossible.
These people's resistance to pollution is too low, and falling into madness is their destined outcome.
The company accepts humans as well as ghost stories. After all, both are quite stable.
But mixed breeds are different.
No one would put a time bomb next to them... except Wang Jin, a top-notch tool man with ridiculously high cost performance.
All in all, this is a group of people who should not be in the company.
"I was surprised when I first met them."
Li Hui carefully avoided Wang Jin's wounds and leaned against him gently.
"These people usually do not participate in any company activities and will only show up when called upon."
"It should be considered a kind of... transaction."
The girl gently tucked her hair behind her ears and looked at the blood-red sky in the distance that was gradually fading away.
"They are mixed races who pursue a stable life, and most of them even have their own families."
"Unfortunately, the bloodline from Kaitan will become stronger with age."
"Correspondingly, they are becoming more and more likely to lose their minds and unable to integrate into human society."
"The company reached out to help at this time?"
Wang Jin nodded, but did not push away the soft and warm body next to him.
Returning from the brink of death again, he always felt an indescribable loneliness in his heart.
Li Hui may have noticed this, or maybe she just wanted to talk to the person she liked.
Who knows.
Wang Jin was a little tired and he didn't want to think too much.
"That's right."
The little girl blinked, seemingly not surprised that the young man could guess this.
"The company provides drugs to suppress pollution, and the scavengers work for the company for these drugs."
"A little cruel."
Ye Ying sat aside, her long skirt falling casually on the ground.
His only relative is coming to an end, and the outside world doesn't sound too friendly.
Her eyes flickered and she didn't know what she was thinking.
"Yeah, it's a bit cruel."
Wang Jin nodded and spoke softly.
Most ghost talkers know that chemicals to suppress pollution are quite expensive.
Wang Jin spends a considerable amount of money every month to buy medicines for the medical staff he hires.
For mixed-race people without identity documents, that's a price they can never pay.
The company is relying on its technology to make these half-breeds who have only a few days to work for themselves in order to survive.
At first glance it sounds despicable, even to the point of being hung on a street lamp.
But Wang Jin knew that the company had done nothing wrong.
These people originally had no choice but to die quietly, but the company gave them another option.
From a purely rational perspective, mixed-race people should not start a family or start a business.
Passing on the bloodline of this strange story will only make tragedies repeat themselves.
But they also have some human blood.
These people can think, have emotions, and even stand up for the people at certain moments.
He's not a good person in the traditional sense, but he's not completely bad either.
Because of this, the problem of mixed race has never been properly resolved.
Fortunately, Wang Jin is just an ordinary tuner, and it's not his turn to worry about those things.
But there was one thing that interested him.
"Black Coffin is also a mixed race, but...it's a little special."
The young man squinted his eyes and looked at the strong man carrying the coffin.
Unlike other mixed-race auras, this man has no sense of instability at all.
However, the pollution coming from the body is obviously inconsistent.
"Hey, it's really tiring."
Mu Jue sat down next to Ye Ying, holding a shovel in his hand and fanning the wind constantly.
It was completely impossible to tell that he was the strong man who was ready to sacrifice himself at any time.
"This girl...is really beautiful. Are you a survivor?"
He looked at Ye Ying briefly and then nodded in greeting.
"I am Shengyan's sister, my name is Ye Ying."
The latter looked a little sad, but he still smiled and said.
"That's it... Hello Ye Ying, goodbye Ye Ying."
Mu Jue's expression remained as usual, but his body honestly hid away.
"puff…"
Wang Jin couldn't help but smile, but didn't say much.
This woman has stopped singing for decades, and looks almost the same as a normal person.
In addition, she has been sitting next to Wang Jin, so it is normal for Mu Jue to admit her mistake.
“Where will I go next?”
Ye Ying looked at Mu Jue and was not surprised by his reaction.
Because of the strange rotten disease all over her body, she was not very popular even when she was a human.
"Hmm... I'll probably do a threat level test."
Wang Jin touched his chin and replied thoughtfully.
Anne was like this before.
"After the test is completed, you should be free to choose where to go."
"It's actually quite good to stay in a shelter or go to a deserted place to live in seclusion."
The young man looked directly at Ye Ying, his eyes gentle and pure.
"I...I'm a little afraid of being alone."
Ye Ying bit her lip gently, as if she felt a little embarrassed to speak.
She has not had much contact with the outside world since she was a child, and she has been singing alone in the scene for decades. This kind of reaction is normal.