"Sorry for the trouble." Jiang Xueming tore the shopping list from his logbook and handed it to 9527.
Xiao Qi took it and saw that it was all building supplies. He looked puzzled. "Are you planning to renovate this whole apartment block? That doesn't sound practical. You'd be treating the symptoms, not the cause."
"Then what would you do to treat the cause?" Jiang Xueming put his hands on his hips and looked up at the six-story apartment block. Then he framed a rectangle with his hands, as if estimating the size of the entire stadium. Without a surveying instrument, he could only make a rough estimate.
Xiao Qi mulled over the question for a long time but couldn't come up with a clear answer. From the station's perspective, a place like the Shiliu Fan Ironworks apartment block no longer had any reason to be kept. If the Spirit Calamity kept growing stronger and passenger casualties continued to rise month after month, the only option awaiting it was [death].
As for how to shut it down, it was just as Jessica had said: scrape away all the runes covering the entire section. The [Outlaws] within would fall into eternal sleep and vanish into ashes, leaving nothing behind.
"Fine." Xiao Qi couldn't think of any other right answer, but Jiang Xueming's plan sounded difficult to pull off. The apartment block had been built to the standards of a wartime shelter, so renovating it would be a massive undertaking.
And he'd be doing it alone.
Alone?
"Hey!" 9527 had just climbed onto his motorcycle when he suddenly remembered something. "You're not planning to make those living dead work alongside you, are you? Get them to help you renovate the community?"
"You reminded me. It might be worth a try." Jiang Xueming bent