Life Dungeon Game

After everything was done, he scooped up a handful of water and splashed it on his face.

The chilly tap water dampened some of He Ao's hair, causing it to stick to his forehead, while the cold water flowed down his angular face.

He Ao leaned on the sink, looking at the pale, sickly, and somewhat crazed boy in the mirror.

"Joey, come out for lunch."

A gentle call came from outside the door.

He Ao supported himself as he walked out.

In his field of vision, a somewhat plump middle-aged woman was placing the sandwiches she had prepared on the table.

She wasn't particularly pretty; the years had left deep and shallow wrinkles on her face, and her hands were covered in thick calluses, the marks of long-term hard work.

She turned her head and looked at He Ao, who was standing at the bathroom door with his hand on the threshold, and gave him a gentle smile.

The clouds dispersed, and sunlight streamed into the small living room, passing through the middle-aged woman's ethereal body.

In the end, everything vanished.

These are nothing but illusions from Joey's memories.

He Ao propped himself up and walked to the refrigerator, where he pulled out a cold bread roll and a ham.

He casually wrapped the bread and ham together, chewing them heartily as he gazed at the radiant light shining down on the earth from the sky.

The shadow of the dark clouds lingered at his feet.

If the two $300,000 payments that Joey's parents received, totaling $600,000, were death benefits from accident insurance mandated by Christos's "Hazardous Job Accident Insurance Act."

Does that mean that Anvis Machinery Factory didn't offer even a single coin in response to this accident?

They have never expressed remorse, nor have they ever paid any compensation.

No, they did pay some money.

He Ao took a bite of bread.

They paid for the legal team that dealt with Joey in court.

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Chapter 166 The Factory Problem (Long Chapter, Please Subscribe, Favorite, and Subscribe Monthly)

As twilight bathed the earth, the man, exhausted from a long day, stretched and stepped into the apartment building.

This apartment building is located at the border of the Kwys and Aston areas, with one door facing Aston and the other facing Kwys.

It's a bit chaotic here, but the rent is very cheap.

The restaurant where my wife works doesn't close until 9 p.m.

My daughter has enrolled in an after-school tutoring class and probably won't be home for another half hour.

This half hour was a quiet moment that belonged only to him.

The elevator went up floor by floor until it stopped on the 27th floor.

That's where his rented room is located.

As the elevator doors slowly opened, he walked down the corridor while playing with his smart bracelet.

Just as he was about to reach his doorstep, he stopped and looked down.

A pale-faced boy was squatting at his doorstep, looking up at him quietly.

"Hello Mr. Jack, my name is Joey."

He Ao slowly stood up and introduced himself.

During the waiting time, in order to conserve the energy of his combat suit, he would usually squat down and rely on the special structure of the suit to maintain his balance and rest.

After all, Joey's physical condition was very weak.

"Hello..."

Jack gave the boy a strange look, then, while reaching for the fingerprint switch on his smart door lock, he turned to look at He Ao with a puzzled expression. "I don't think I know you. What do you need me for? If it's work-related... sorry, I'm off work now."

“I am Pal’s son, Pal from the Anvis Machinery Factory.”

He Ao introduced himself calmly.

click -

The smart lock was unlocked.

Jack's expression remained somewhat bewildered. He reached for the doorknob, seemingly not understanding why Heo had come to see him.

“My father is dead,” Heo continued, “in a mechanical accident at the factory.”

The hand gripping the doorknob froze for a moment, as if time had stood still.

"You come in."

After a long while, Jack sighed and slowly pushed open the door.

He followed him into the apartment.

The apartment is not large, and the layout is very cramped.

Upon entering, there is a long corridor. To the right of the corridor are the bathroom and kitchen, and to the left is a small bedroom.

At the end of the passageway is a small, square living room.

Jack walked to the end of the corridor, reached out and pulled back the living room curtains, then went to the sofa.

The sofa was more accurately described as an unfolded sofa bed, with bedding laid out on it and a somewhat dirty pillow.

"Feel sorry,"

Jack walked over, folded the sofa bed back up, and piled up the blankets and pillows on it, placing them aside. "I usually sleep here; my wife and daughter sleep in the bedroom."

He Aoneng understood that before Joey's parents entered the factory, they also rented a small one-bedroom apartment.

These apartments are small, but inexpensive.

He Ao didn't sit on the tidied sofa, but instead looked up at Jack.

More than these things, he cared about the truth behind Joey's parents' deaths.

Jack noticed his gaze, paused in his tidying up, then stopped and sat down.

He sat down on a chair nearby.

He gestured for He Ao to sit on the sofa, then paused for a moment, seemingly organizing his thoughts.

"I'm sorry... I didn't expect things to actually turn out this way."

He Ao slowly sat down on the sofa and looked at Jack.

Jack opened his mouth as if to say something, then scratched his head, seemingly unsure where to begin.

Looking at his expression, He Ao gently guided him, "So, why did you leave the factory?"

"Because there's a problem with that robotic arm."

After untangling the first thread, Jack, guided by Heo, gradually revealed what he knew.

Jack did attend college, albeit a very low-ranking community college.

He studied mechanical engineering at the community college, and his grades were terrible. Of course, the teachers at the community college didn't teach much either.

In contrast to his poor grades, he had an extraordinary passion for mechanics, which prompted him to actively learn a lot of mechanical knowledge during his university years.

This led him to choose Anvis Machinery Factory, the largest machinery factory in Chenxi City, after graduation.

In the first few years, his work went very smoothly.

Because of his outstanding theoretical knowledge and passion for machinery, he was quickly promoted due to his excellent performance. In just a few years, he grew from an ordinary worker to a prospective engineer.

Becoming a trainee engineer means he has the opportunity to become a professional manager in the factory.

After that, he began rotating through various important front-line positions in the factory to familiarize himself with the factory's machinery.

His first stop was I-27 robotic arm operator B.

He originally planned to stay in this position for a year and a half.

However, after only six months, he realized that there was a problem with the I-27 robotic arm he was operating.

Every afternoon, just before the end of the workday, the robotic arm makes a slight abnormal noise, which is unacceptable for such a large robotic arm.

After discussing the situation with his colleagues, they told him that this problem actually started a year ago when his colleagues first started working. At first, it was just an occasional problem, but recently it has started to occur frequently.

However, it was just an unusual noise and did not affect operation.

He determined that a part inside the robotic arm was damaged or excessively worn.

He reported this situation to his superiors.

The next day, a specialist engineer came to inspect it. Afterwards, his superiors told him that there was nothing wrong with the robotic arm and that the abnormal noise was just a design flaw in the robotic arm.

He vaguely sensed that something was wrong, but he still believed his superior's words.

And so, he stayed in this position for another six months. The strange noise accompanied his work and gradually became more frequent. He gradually got used to the noise.

Until one day, just before he was about to leave work, he used a robotic arm to assemble some kind of heavy machinery, following the same procedure he had performed before.

He had just finished operating the machine when the robotic arm suddenly jammed.

In theory, in this situation, the robotic arm's emergency system should immediately shut down all the robotic arm's motors and use the backup motors to gradually lower the weight it has picked up.

However, the emergency system of the I-27 robotic arm did not activate.

Despite the movement, all the motors were still running under forced operation.

The heavy-duty robotic arm, capable of easily lifting five tons, twisted its body forcefully in front of him, making creaking and groaning sounds.

If this robotic arm explodes and shatters into tiny fragments, he, who is standing on the nearest control panel, will not survive; any small shard will kill him.

He rushed out and turned off the power in the workshop.

Afterwards, he was fined a month's salary for delaying production by shutting down the power, and the robotic arm underwent a simple inspection and was put back into operation.