The night wind blew past, and Huangfu Miaomiao shuddered, instinctively pressing herself closer to Feng Ling.
Feng Ling walked up to the Incineration Plant's main gate, drew a Fangs and Claws, bit down on the top of the iron gate, and used it to pull herself up before vaulting into the plant—
This was where the Supervision Bureau specifically disposed of corpses. Compared to other garbage incineration plants, its layout was relatively simple: furnace beds and combustion chambers on one side, factory buildings on the other, without equipment such as conveyor belts or crushers.
Feng Ling looked around, then turned toward the factory building on the left. She could hear the continuous low hum of machinery coming from inside.
There was nothing that needed incinerating right now. What machine could be running?
As she drew closer, she found that the factory door stood wide open, its lock badly damaged.
"How strange..." Feng Ling muttered softly. "Why would a Xenomorph come to a place like this?"
She slowed her pace and slipped inside without making a sound.
Huangfu Miaomiao cautiously followed behind, guarding against danger that might appear at any moment.
It was pitch-black inside, and the roar of machinery was even more distinct.
Feng Ling passed several rows of stainless-steel worktables and walked all the way to the back of the factory, where she found a corpse on the floor.
Judging from the clothes, it was probably a security guard from this place.
She turned the corpse over to inspect the cause of death, but with only a little force, the entire arm came off at the shoulder.
Feng Ling froze, holding the arm.
Huangfu Miaomiao sucked in a sharp breath as well.
After staring blankly for two seconds, Feng Ling looked at the joint where it had detached—flat and