Besides the obvious spoils, the ship had brought plenty of other treasures.
There was a nearly undamaged fusion engine, enough fusion fuel to run it for more than ten years, a large stock of electronic components Jiangcheng could not manufacture, and technical documents stored in its database.
The wreck was valuable from end to end. For a survivor outpost, handing it all over to the search team would have been a waste.
No wonder Riverside Garden Station had claimed it as its own the moment it appeared.
By the fourth day, the search was largely complete. The station built a work shed around the ship and began dismantling the hull.
In the storeroom that held the gold, Chen Xuan also saw the vital materials they had collected—including six bodies.
More precisely, three mummified corpses and three skeletons.
"Aren't you going to burn those?" Chen Xuan asked, instinctively covering his nose.
"They've been treated for disease. Don't worry." The station chief smiled. "Bodies are valuable too, especially those of people with Dimensional Limit Organization abilities. The little devices implanted in them and their artificial limbs are treasures we can study for a long time."
"Study them? I think you're planning to sell the bodies to the Dimensional Limit Organization for a tidy profit," Li Bo said with a shrug.
"Why shouldn't I, if there's money to be made?" Du Pingzhang's expression stiffened slightly, but he did not deny it. "I'm doing it for the outpost."
"You can still contact the Dimensional Limit Organization?" Chen Xuan asked in surprise.
"Of course." The station chief gave him an odd look. "The organization hasn't vanished. If we couldn't contact them, this outpost would have collapsed long ago. No matter how remote a place you came from, surely you haven't overlooked their existence?"
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