When the corpse carrier stood up, the first thing that came to mind was the corpse.

He tried to carry the body to the car, but as soon as he bent over, he shivered—as if the fall had caused him to accidentally dodge his waist.

Yan Luge helped him again.

The corpse carrier took control of the cart and slowly pushed it into the preset track.

"Thank you." He said to Yan Luge seriously, his eyes bright, "Thank you, Sand Technician. ”

Yan Luge noticed that when he called himself "Sand Technician", he used honorifics.

It's as if their status is worlds apart.

"It's a gesture." Yan Luge said, "You're not hurt, are you? ”

"It's okay, it's okay." The corpse bearer rubbed his sore waist and gasped, "I can still work......"

"Don't force it."

"Reluctantly? Not reluctantly...... I'm going to be useful to the dynasty......" The corpse carrier muttered muttered, revealing half of his yellow teeth, and the mouth that was half missing was bubbling with turbidity.

He muttered as he stole a glance at Yanluge.

Yan Luge felt that his gaze was a little strange: "What's wrong?" ”

"No, nothing...... Well, I just think that today's sand technicians don't look the same as usual. ”

Song of Words: "......"

Has his disguise failed again?

Well...... Why do you say again?

"If it's a former sand technician...... Probably won't come near me. The corpse carrier said, looking down and sniffing at his sleeve.

Probably because of his years of contact with corpses, he himself was stained with an indelible smell of corpses.

Yan Luge's face was expressionless: "I'm in a good mood today." ”

"That's right......" the corpse carrier lowered his head, muttering as if to say something, "......"

His voice was too soft—not even "light," but only moved his lips twice, and nothing came out.

So much so that he didn't even hear the words and songs clearly, what he wanted to say.

"What?"

"Nothing." The corpse carrier shook his head, and his voice returned to normal, "It's nothing. Thank you. You – go to work, don't be late. ”

Yan Luge stared at him for a moment, and the latter just laughed.

The oblique sunlight swept across his face as he turned his head, and for a moment his eyes seemed to glow.

But he really didn't seem to want to say anything.

"Then I'm leaving."

"Well, let's go."

Yan Lu Ge left without looking back.

Not far from him, carts loaded with corpses would also drive along the established road into a factory called the "sorting room".

Yan Luge saw that in the large sorting room with a reinforced concrete structure, there were hundreds of corpse sorters working at different stations.

When the cart comes in, it shuttles around the building and stops at a station.

Then, a corpse sorter will lift the blood-stained white cloth and analyze the residual value of the corpse based on the death information given by the peacock and the condition of the corpse.

Yan Luge glanced casually, and happened to see the corpse of a man with a swollen abdomen.

"Died in a teaching accident, died for half an hour. The internal organs are all broken and worthless, but the teeth and skin are still usable, so they are first sent to the dissecting room for excision, and the rest is sent to the biological fermentation room. ”

The cart drove away automatically, and then drove to the next one. Lying on it was the corpse of an old man who had become stiff.

"The same died in a teaching accident, died for three hours, there is no price...... Wait, he's got a tumor in his stomach? And surprisingly big? Maybe there will be a pharmaceutical company interested in his body and send it to the specimen room. ”

It's like an assembly line, and it's the next one. This time it was the corpse of a woman, and no external injuries were visible.

"Died of cerebral hemorrhage, died for an hour. It was a perfect corpse, and it was sent to the autopsy room quickly. ”

The entire sub-room was filled with a strong smell of blood and corpses.

But the corpse sorters have long since seen it.

They do this every day.

In this huge corpse processing plant, they are only an insignificant part of the assembly line.

They worked peacefully.

It's creepy-chilling.

Yanlu Song continued to walk forward.

He came to a place where the temperature was very low and the smell of disinfectant water was emanating.

Compared to the previous sorting room, there was almost no stench of decomposing corpses, but the smell of blood was much stronger, almost as good as the smell of disinfectant water.

Yan Luge glanced at the signboard at the door, this was the "dissecting room".

And as soon as he slowed down, someone in the door beckoned to him: "Sand Technician, Sand Technician, you are finally here!" ”

The other party obviously recognized the identity of Yan Luge's vest.

"Well, just here." Yan Luge nodded.

"Let's go change your clothes. Two minutes left, just in time! The man pulled the song and pushed it through the small door beside him.

It's 3:58 p.m.

It seems that the job of this "sand technician" is in this dissecting room, and he will be on duty in two minutes.

Yan Luge glanced at the outfit of the "colleague" who was already in place, walked into the small room, slowly changed into the same clothes at the speed of a normal person, and walked slowly to the only empty workstation after coming out.

It took a minute and 30 seconds.

He glanced at the contents of his workstation, and on his left hand were some sinks, trays, and sterilization supplies, on his right hand were scalpels, scissors, and other medical tools, and under the table were stacked cryogenic transport boxes.

In an instant, he had already clarified his job as a "technician".

He followed the example of a "colleague" at the workstation next to him, washed his hands, disinfected them, put on sterile gloves and a mask engraved with the peacock logo, and then tapped it on the side of the mask.

A line of translucent text in fluorescent blue appears in the upper right corner of his field of vision.

"Hello, Sand Technician." The personified AI Peacock greeted him politely, "It's 4:00 p.m., are you ready to get to work?" ”

"Let's get started."

Not only him, but the technicians in the dissection room all seemed to see the same words, so they replied in unison.

As the voice fell, the door to the autopsy room opened, and carts loaded with corpses poured in, weaving along preset tracks, and finally stopping one by one in front of the technicians' workstations.

Yan Luge looked at the corpse in front of him, a man with twisted limbs and swollen abdomen.

What a coincidence.

A few minutes ago, they had just "met".

"The deceased, V938Y, died in a teaching accident, died for half an hour, and the organs that needed to be harvested were: teeth, skin." Peacock succinctly revealed what he needed to know about his job.

Coldly narrating the cause of death, coldly describing needs, without any emotion.

It's like it's a mundane, trivial job.

(End of chapter)