Garbage Collector's Days
The afternoon sun shone brightly, and the sound of the tide echoed in the distance.
White clouds drifted across the ten thousand miles of clear sky in winter as the sun cast its halo, driving away the dampness and chill.
Flowers bloomed, birds sang.
And some unlucky kid was already on the verge of dying.
Bang!
The workshop doors slowly opened, and a mangled figure crawled out with difficulty, wriggling across the floor, barely clinging to life.
Beneath him, the cashmere carpet hissed and crackled, leaving behind a scorched yellow trail wherever he passed.
Heat spread outward.
"Garbage, garbage... Give me garbage..."
Ji Jue reached out with difficulty, pleading with the person on the sofa through tear-blurred eyes. "Give me one bite, Senior Sister, just one bite..."
Ye Chun lay on the sofa with her chin propped on her hands, gleefully examining his miserable state.
"Hm? Who's talking? Excuse me, I can't hear you."
Her fingers hooked around a piece of junk freshly taken from the warehouse, waving it back and forth before Ji Jue's eyes without giving it to him. "Maybe the Chief Craftsman who's speaking is simply too grand and imposing, so a tiny ant like me can't see him... Say, what do you think happened? Just two days ago, he was telling me how easily he seized the Top Tycoon's honor. Today, he's disappeared. Do you have any clues?"
"It was definitely the Evil Transformation Cult!"
Ji Jue loudly shirked responsibility. Gritting his teeth, he reached for the helmet in Ye Chun's hand, but he was always slightly off. Only after Ye Chun had finally had enough fun did she lower it a little, though the smile on her face became even more sinister. "Want it? If you want it, then..."
Before she finished