Some were idle, some busy; some still, some in motion.
The nine branches had now returned to their former calm, and most matters had been settled.
Some guarded the ruins, gazing up at the sky, unsure where the road ahead lay; some sat in the mailroom, quietly listening to the radio and savoring the taste of loneliness; others rushed about, exhausting themselves and plotting carefully for an unknown Fate...
The Tenth Supervision Event was gradually fading from most employees' lives. This Major Event, which had changed so many fates and taken so many lives, had actually ended for some.
But for a select few, it had become a death knell. As time passed, the pressure of urgency only intensified.
January 17th, 8:00 p.m., Red Star Meat Factory, No. 344 Wanxing Road, East District.
The tall, thin Luo Xing crouched in the grass outside the factory, yet most of his head still stuck out. Starlight fell across his slightly boyish face, along with tension he could not suppress.
His eyes were fixed on the factory's rust-covered gates, watching them sway gently in the evening breeze and let out slow banging sounds that echoed through the night.
"Sister Xu, is the information Manager Li from the Fourth Branch gave us accurate? Is that ghost really here?"
Though Luo Xing was tall, his build was disproportionate, and he looked slightly undernourished. Having only recently come of age and possessing no Mission Experience at all, he was far too nervous as he spoke.
By comparison, Xu Zhen, with her striking features and mature air, appeared much calmer. Her beautiful curls had been tied up into a neat bun, making her look exceptionally capable.
Her gaze was likewise fixed on the Meat Factory's only entrance, as if silently counting something. After a moment, she said: