Planet of Sand and Oasis of Iron

Chapter 107 106. We have the most professional aftermath team, probably
On paper, the Desert Climate Transformation Agency's technical level and overall scale are far superior to those of the United Company.

Although there must be something hidden between the companies, the transformation agency doesn't care about it at all. They developed the anomaly and studied the desert earlier than anyone else, so naturally they have more monopolies.

However, it is such an organization, and its ultimate concept is such a lofty idea of "restoring the desert environment", which is truly touching.

In fact, no one believes it.

Sefer didn't really believe it either, because in this world, there are really few saints. It is a luxury to live a peaceful life. Where would so many saints come from?

When he thought about this, he suddenly thought of Shengnai... Well, this one should be one.

Putting his messy thoughts aside, Cypher stood at the crew landing port with his arms folded, waiting for the arrival of the "inspection team" from the transformation agency.

This group of people came at a very coincidental time. They had just rested in the Furnace Node City for a few days when they immediately smelled the scent - this meant that the other party had already obtained the information that he had accepted the task of returning the ashes.

"Hello, mercenary Red Crossbow, we confirm that you have returned the doctor's body, but we must confirm the doctor's exact sacrifice."

"Her research results during her lifetime also belong to this institution's property. Please understand."

As they said understanding, the five people who got off the car were wearing the same neat and straight clothes with different colors patchwork. The things covered by the clothes on their waists did not look like money.

Cypher shrugged, "Of course, please follow me."

He carried a freight frame on his back, with only a black suitcase on the shelf, and led the five people into the car.

Passing through the intricate passages that seemed complicated to outsiders, some of the five people curiously looked at the eye-catching first aid boxes on every passage, thinking that there were quite a lot of people in the car.

As for the rustling sound behind the passage, they did not ask too much - the advanced car body definitely means advanced technology, and it would be inappropriate to ask too much.

But no matter how advanced it is, it is not as good as the unique product of the transformation agency!

With this confidence, the five people followed Cypher into the experimental section, which was said to have been "repaired after being pierced."

As soon as the door opened, everyone was shocked by the scene of artillery damage. The precious experimental equipment and culture dishes were broken into pieces on the ground, and sewage was flowing everywhere.

There's even a strange smell.

Tien put all her efforts into arranging the bullet holes. She even suggested throwing a bomb in directly, but was rejected by Seifer with a righteous word.

The five people put on filtering masks and asked in a low voice why they had to maintain this scene.

Cypher spread his hands and shrugged. "Otherwise, when you see the neatly arranged lab chamber, wouldn't you think Dr. Mei is still alive, just imprisoned by me?"

It seems to make sense, but apart from this scattered cabin, what else is there?
The five people looked inside again. The most eye-catching thing when they entered the room was the white cloth tied to the ceiling and hanging down in strands.

At the end of the 'corridor' formed by these strips of cloth is a table with glowing lamps on the left and right sides of the table, and an arc-shaped stove in the middle of the table.

Three small LED lights were inserted into the sand on the stove, giving off a faint glow. Behind this grand display, on the wall, was a painting framed in a black frame.

A black and white bust of Dr. Mei, dressed in researcher's attire, with a slightly dazed and melancholy look on his face, is hanging on the wall.

There is a big white flower on the photo frame, and white cloth strips are decorated on both sides. The scene is quite solemn.

In addition, the left side has white characters on a black background that read "The voice and appearance have disappeared" in the local language, and the right side reads "The virtues and graces remain".

It didn't sound very smooth when read in the local dialect, but this was what Sefer came up with on the spot in the limited time he had.

"This, this is..."

"A mourning hall, haven't you seen it before? It's something you put out when you're mourning the deceased. Oh, and since you're all here, why not go and burn some incense?"

Seifer's handsome face, a spare number three, was expressionless, but he enthusiastically slipped an LED light bulb into each of the group. In this atmosphere, they were coaxed into the room and, half-heartedly, lit incense in a sand-filled incense burner, even nearly knelt on the ground and kowtowed three times. At this point, the people in the rehabilitation agency finally reacted.

No, we are not here to offer condolences, we are here to recycle information!
They quickly threw away the LEDs in their hands, and Seifer immediately followed up: "There's a saying in my hometown that if you're disrespectful to the deceased in the funeral hall, you might encounter unclean things."

"But that's not allowed here. Just go to the next step. The terminal over there miraculously contains the data from before your doctorate. Take it if you want. I can't understand it anyway."

With his arms folded and leaning on the table, Seifer stared blankly at the five people in front of him. In this atmosphere... they didn't dare to think about anything else.

I had to quickly take out the equipment to check the computer to confirm its last usage time and internal stamps, and I acted very quickly.

Finally, someone, in order to ease the atmosphere, curiously asked Seifer what was in the box on his back?
Cypher folded his hands indifferently: "Why are you so curious... Never mind, I was going to show you anyway."

He grabbed the suitcase from behind and slammed it hard on the table. Whether intentional or not, some sticky liquid seeped out from the opening on one side of the suitcase.

"This...this is..."

"This is the protective fluid used to cushion the doctor's remains. The doctor's remains you're looking for are inside... I only found some scraps. Would you like to see them?"

"To be convincing, I'll tell you the truth, there's only this much meat left. If you want to confirm, you can take a piece."

As they were talking, they saw that the oozing liquid was actually dark red, with some small substances wrapped in it.

Cypher looked down and continued indifferently, "Doctor, she's leaking. This is not good."

Although the transformation agency is exposed to various high-tech every day, it is still unable to talk about corpses as easily as mercenaries.

They all took a deep breath, and even through the masks, they could see the ashen face: "No, no need, we have already learned from our superiors that the doctor has passed away!"

"Um, mercenary Red Crossbow, you have to send these back..."

"Central Node City, this is my commission. Of course, it's okay if you want to take it, just give me the money."

Several people waved their hands.

The staff of the reformation agency are just workers after all, and they don't have the courage to be mercenaries - if they really have the courage to step forward and fight, there is no need to worry about not being able to take back that node city!
So after retrieving the intelligence, the five people left in a hurry. They even ignored Seifer's enthusiastic invitation for them to stay for dinner. They got in the car and drove away.

During this time, they even nearly hit another stronghold while speeding all the way.

At this point, I guess these people can be sure that Dr. Mei is indeed dead... Even if there are survivors of her team who come out and tell lies, the reformation agency will not believe them.

How can we identify them if they are not together?

Seifer stood at the door holding his suitcase and watched. After the car disappeared around the corner, he got in immediately, closed the door, and rushed to the shower room. After entering the deepest part of the bathtub, he covered his face.

"...At a time like this, should I laugh out loud?"

A second voice came from the bathroom besides his, it was Dr. Mei's slightly deeper voice.

A mumbling voice came from the suitcase. "It doesn't matter whether you laugh or not. The point is, raw chicken tastes terrible... I've digested it. Let me out."

The moment the suitcase was opened, a ball of slime, just the size of the suitcase, fell to the ground. It 'stretched' and crawled towards the bathtub.

It seems that she has no intention of coming out today - after all, a lot of water was squeezed out just now in order to stuff her in.

Even a slime would get tired.

(End of this chapter)