Chapter 274: Municipal Third Porcelain Factory 13

Chapter 274: Municipal Third Porcelain Factory 13

As the reprimand echoed, Qin Fei had just stepped out of the vehicle.

The live stream camera followed his perspective, turning from the truck's door to behind him.

An NPC dressed in a blue work uniform stood at a distance, staring at Qin Fei with an unfriendly expression, holding something black in his hand.

Qin Fei took a closer look and realized it was a club.

No matter how powerful a player might be, being hit by this thing would still be quite painful.

The NPC looked at Qin Fei with both caution and fear.

In the porcelain factory's parking lot, the car next to Qin Fei was a taboo.

When Li Zhen first died, the haunting incidents hadn't yet erupted, so naturally, the factory wouldn't scrap a perfectly good car just because an employee had gone missing.

The car remained parked in a corner of the parking lot.

Initially, everyone felt it was unlucky and avoided touching the car.

Later, they dared not even approach it.

Eventually, the freight drivers didn't dare to park near that area either.

Even looking at it made their hearts tremble.

To the freight drivers, that corner of the parking lot seemed like a dangerous place filled with dark death energy.

But now, someone was standing there.

Qin Fei was about the same height as the deceased Li Zhen. When the NPC looked over, Qin Fei was already beside the car door, facing away from the parking lot.

For a moment, the NPC mistook Qin Fei for the dead Li Zhen.

That shout was merely a panicked reaction; he would have preferred to turn and run.

But it was too late.

The NPC was drenched in cold sweat.

Compared to the agitated NPC, Qin Fei was much calmer. Despite being caught in the act, he appeared completely composed.

With his hands in his pockets, Qin Fei sized up the newcomer.

This NPC had a name displayed above his head.

He was a living person, not a phantom created by ghosts like Li Zhen.

Since he was human, communication was possible.

To win his favor, Qin Fei forced a friendly smile.

For some reason, this usually effective friendly smile didn't work this time. The NPC, who was only sweating before, now began trembling all over.

Qin Fei: "…"

Qin Fei could guess what the NPC was thinking.

The NPC was terrified, and if Qin Fei turned and left now, he probably wouldn't chase after him.

But Qin Fei didn't plan to do that.

As mentioned earlier, Qin Fei wanted to enter the warehouse.

While getting out of the car, Qin Fei was pondering a question: places like warehouses likely don't allow random people to enter.

Having a guide would make things easier.

Qin Fei slightly raised his chin and called out to the NPC, "Wang Tong."

This was the name displayed above the NPC's head.

Wang Tong was startled. "How do you know my name?"

Qin Fei suppressed his smile, showing a hint of impatience. "I'm a quality inspector."

When traveling, one's identity is self-assigned.

Quality inspection at the Municipal Third Porcelain Factory is broadly divided into two parts: frontline workshops and logistics areas.

And within these two parts, there aren't multiple specialists assigned.

In other words, the quality inspector responsible for the workshop needs to regularly check all the workshop equipment and hygiene.

The quality inspector for logistics is responsible for checking vehicle maintenance, warehouse organization, and even canteen cleanliness.

All this information came from Yu Zhoukai and Li Zhen's work notes.

The player once again praised the diligent employees who kept detailed records.

Seeing Qin Fei's calm demeanor and normal speech, Wang Tong regained some courage.

"…Brother, can you come a little closer? Don't stand over there." Even if a regular worker hasn't done anything wrong, they tend to feel uneasy when faced with a quality inspector.

Wang Tong's attitude became very polite, but he was still scared.

Qin Fei took a few steps forward.

Wang Tong took a few steps back.

Qin Fei frowned and glared: "What are you doing?"

Wang Tong had never seen the person in front of him before, but he didn't think much of it. People died every now and then in the factory, and changes in personnel were common.

Since Qin Fei was a new quality inspector, Wang Tong naturally found a reason for his approach to the haunted vehicle: the new inspector surely didn't know that Li Zhen had used it before.

Wang Tong didn't want to talk about it; he feared that saying too much would invite the ghost's wrath.

With something on his mind, he looked increasingly guilty. His tall frame hunched over, making him appear timid.

Qin Fei observed all this silently, his expression unchanged. He waved at Wang Tong and said, "Come on."

Wang Tong was taken aback: "Why?"

Qin Fei glanced at him: "The vehicle maintenance check is done. Now we're going to inspect the warehouse."

Wang Tong didn't quite understand why a quality inspector would need to inspect the warehouse with him, a truck driver.

But due to his guilt, Wang Tong had lost all ability to think clearly.

The driver followed Qin Fei dazedly to the warehouse entrance.

A man sat at the warehouse entrance, responsible for security.

As Qin Fei had anticipated, entry required registration.

However, only a few people usually entered the warehouse, and the guard had become familiar with their faces. As long as someone wasn't a stranger, he would often let them in without much fuss.

If Qin Fei had come alone today, he would have been questioned by the guard.

But he brought Wang Tong along.

Drivers in the factory often helped with moving goods, so the guard knew Wang Tong well.

The sleepy guard lifted one eyelid upon seeing Wang Tong, then lazily closed it again.

Qin Fei thus successfully entered the warehouse, surprisingly smoothly.

The young man glanced back, ensuring the guard couldn't hear their conversation, and sternly told Wang Tong, "Stay here. I'll be right back."

Wang Tong looked bewildered.

Qin Fei had already walked away, leaving only a rapidly disappearing figure behind.

Qin Fei's destination was the sample storage room.

The batch of porcelain bottles Li Zhen had handled on October 12th had likely been destroyed, even before mass production began.

But that wasn't important.

Qin Fei wanted to retrace Li Zhen's steps.

The ghost of the porcelain bottle that killed him might still be lurking somewhere along that route.

The warehouse building was dark and enclosed. The windows on one side of the corridor were covered with thick translucent frosted paper, blocking most of the already dim light outside.

Qin Fei moved through the shadows, the flickering light obscuring his facial expressions.

The warehouse was eerily quiet, with only the sound of his footsteps echoing.

After passing several rooms, Qin Fei saw a door.

The moment the live stream focused on the door, the audience in the hall erupted into a commotion.

"Holy crap, he found it!"

In a dark corner, a door, seemingly soaked in blood, stood ominously.

The door's eerie appearance was evident. Before Qin Fei could reach out, it opened automatically.

Qin Fei felt a slight stir within.

Familiar procedure.

Just like Li Zhen's truck.

The young man's long lashes lowered, concealing his eyes, as he stepped inside.

The door behind him closed silently.

The moment Qin Fei saw what lay beyond the door, he realized that the scene before him was not real.

This room was already occupied by a ghost.

Thick yin energy filled the air, and dark red blood spread across the floor, converging towards Qin Fei as if it had a will of its own.

Qin Fei stared at the bloodstains, and someone in the chat urged:

"Streamer, move! What are you standing there for?"

"Is he contaminated?"

"Stop spreading nonsense. If he's contaminated, my wife wouldn't be!"

"Exactly! The streamer must have his own reasons for standing still."

The audience was about to argue over this when they heard Qin Fei muttering to himself in the next second:

"How come all the ghosts in this urban legend are so unhygienic?"

Blood was everywhere, making it impossible to find anything.

Audience: "…"

The audience nearly facepalmed. How could this guy's focus be so off?

Qin Fei didn't have time to care about the audience's thoughts.

He was busy avoiding the bloodstains.

The blood spread like snakes, quickly forming a thin layer on the floor.

Qin Fei's gaze scanned the room, and before the blood reached him, he found his target—a single clean chair in the room. He sat down on it.

This room was now too dirty; he felt disgusted by it and didn't want to get his clothes or shoes dirty either.

While Qin Fei was disgusted, someone wasn't.

The ghost infant crawled out of its domain and happily dove into the sea of blood.

…

Half an hour later.

The neatly stacked items in the warehouse were now scattered all over the floor.

Qin Fei huddled in the chair. Because the floor was too dirty, he put both feet up on the chair as well, curling up lazily while watching the four ghosts struggling in front of him.

Yes, four ghosts.

The ghost infant led the charge, the water ghost merged into the blood, fighting with it. The hanged ghost, with its head lowered, assisted the ghost infant. In the corner stood a public restroom booth, its light illuminating the dark room.

The small room was packed to the brim.

All the shelves in the room were trembling slightly, and Qin Fei could feel their anger.

Anger was anger, but they couldn't do anything to Qin Fei.

Mental pollution?

Useless.

That young man, who looked slender and weak, seemed to have an iron wall in his mind. No matter how the surroundings changed, his eyes remained clear.

They couldn't beat him either, one against four, the odds were slim.

The storage room was now in shambles.

The ghosts rummaged through things without any manners, sweeping most of the neatly arranged items from the shelves onto the floor.

The ghost infant searched randomly at the front, while the hanged ghost carried a tattered cloth bag, picking up the items the ghost infant had knocked down, stuffing them all together like garbage.

Before the entire storage room was turned upside down, Qin Fei successfully obtained what he wanted.