The white mermaid left for a long time before returning to the bottom of the pool again.
However, the question just now seemed to stimulate her, and she kept sinking at the bottom of the water, unwilling to float up.
Although he could no longer ask Nana, Sean had already obtained some important information - about the meat processing plant, he now had some guesses in his mind.
This conjecture can only be verified by conducting on-site inspections.
Sean asked some more questions about the location of the meatpacking plant.
Afterwards, he stood up as if intending to say goodbye.
Little chubby girl Maggie suddenly appeared, pointed at the camera on Mr. Wuyou's chest and asked: "Mr. Norberti, we have never had a group photo at the Wild Dog Park...
"Can you take a picture of us?"
Sean was a little surprised to receive such trust.
He unhooked the leather case of the Zeiss camera: "Of course - but it will take time to develop the photos, and it will take a few days before the photos can be sent to you."
"It doesn't matter." Maggie had a satisfied smile on her face, and her pupils were dilated by glasses, like an overweight cat. "Anyway, we have been waiting for this for a long time."
"All right."
Sean directed the children at Dingo Park to gather together.
Behind him is the "big man" sitting behind the tree.
Nana knew she wanted to take pictures, but even though she was a little emotional, she still floated up, folded her hands on the shore, and looked timidly over here.
Click!
The fan flash flashed in the dimly lit depths of the park, blinding Mr. Wuyou for a moment.
Sean seemed to see something, but the flash was too fast, and he couldn't be sure what he saw, so he just blinked.
The images of several people in Dingo Park were left on the film.
——
After nearly twenty minutes of walking, Sean's clone arrived near the Ocean City meat processing plant in the agricultural area.
It’s a little surprising, but it also feels inexplicably reasonable…
Frankenhaus is not far from the meat processing plant - the straight-line distance is about three hundred meters.
"This must not be a coincidence..."
Sean has replenished psychic smelling salts, and Mr. Wuyou's spiritual power has basically recovered.
"That strange meat mixed with sleeping potion was produced in this processing plant.
"Kate and the others found Nana in the sewage outlet...
"There must be some secret in the meatpacking plant."
Apart from a guard box at the main entrance and a few lax guards, there are no other guards at the meat processing plant, so it is not difficult to sneak into it.
The ectoplasm was exploring the surroundings, and Sean's clone walked towards an iron railing on the side of the processing plant.
Still a few steps away from the iron railing, Mr. Wu You raised a hand.
In Sean's spiritual root space, a scarab-shaped divine feather lights up.
The magical power of "managing all things" took effect, and the iron railings that were originally upright and unyielding bent down like the slanderous ministers of the king.
It opened on its own like an iron curtain, forming a doorway as high as one person.
After Mr. Wuyou walked straight in, these "groveling" iron railings stood upright again according to Sean's wishes.
Looking at the scarab's unique halo that remained in his palm, Sean slightly sighed at the convenience of "controlling all things".
Using the same method, a doorway was opened on the brick wall where no one was found on the inside.
Sean's clone entered a meat processing plant with a strong smell.
In order not to waste his spiritual power by repeatedly using Forgotten Flash, Sean threw out his ectoplasm hook and climbed onto the steel beam in the processing plant.
Due to being exposed to the running environment of the meat grinder all year round, there is a greasy layer of blood-stained fat on the steel beam...
Not wanting dirt to stick to Mr. Wuyou's suit and shoes and affecting his movements, Sean used a small amount of divine feather power to move the dirt away with every step he took.
Walking on the steel beams, Sean was able to overlook the entire meat processing plant.
——The sanitary environment here is by no means good.
The large stainless steel tank was filled with minced meat, and there were disturbing black and red blood stains under the welding gaps.
The smashed meat spit out from the processing pipeline is reminiscent of biological excretion. The suspicious minced meat emits the smell of grease and blood that goes straight to the forehead...
Inside the factory, whether it was the cement floor or the red brick walls, everything was greasy, stained with a layer of black grease and blood.
The staff who occasionally passed by had their rubber coats covered in dirt, emitted a stomach-churning stench, and acted rudely.
Apparently, the questionable meat served in Ocean City comes from this factory.
But……
"What kind of meat are these?" Sean seemed to be an investigative reporter at this time, standing on the steel beam, raising his camera from time to time to take pictures of everything he saw.
Walking softly on the steel beams is like tracing back the production process of these processed meats.
He watched the disgusting meat pass through each machine on the conveyor belt, gradually changing from minced meat to minced meat, and from minced meat to meat cubes and steaks...
Even though he could see the steak directly, Sean still couldn't tell what animal the meat came from.
Based on what he had seen and heard before, he had a terrible conjecture in his mind, but he still shook his head and rejected it: "Even if this is a city run by a madman, such a thing will never happen..."
The investigation is about to enter the most critical part - in the next processing area, he will be able to see what these dismembered pieces of meat were before.
However, the most critical processing area is surrounded by a brick wall. Access to the steel beams is also blocked behind a brick wall.
"Looks like they want to keep this a secret..."
Sean closed his eyes and let the ectoplasm shine through the brick wall.
"No one watching, no Seekers guarding..."
Suddenly, the susceptible ectoplasm felt a burst of intense emotions——
It was intense despair and deep-seated fear.
These emotions merged into unspeakable sentences begging for mercy...
"Please! Don't kill me! No! I don't want to die!..."
Emotions are interrupted momentarily.
Mr. Wuyou pursed his lips tightly and placed his hand gently on the brick wall.
The concrete and red bricks obeyed Sean's will and opened a doorway silently. Sean ducked in, and then they built themselves back together as they were.
In the area enclosed by brick walls, the light becomes dim.
Sean held his breath and moved slowly on the steel beam.
Then, he seemed to see a strong oil painting, an oil painting depicting the scene of hell.
He saw a squirming and groaning hill on the blood-stained concrete floor of the room.
If you look closely, you can see that this hill is made up of countless strange-shaped creations.
The butcher wearing a black rubber suit used a steel hook to hook out a nearly human-shaped piece of food from the hill...
The skin of the humanoid thing was dark and smooth, the scales on its body emitted dim lights, and its huge lipless mouth was constantly opening and closing, secreting the white foam.
In order to suppress his heavy breathing, Mr. Wuyou covered his mouth.
His eyes had completely adapted to the light here, and he looked carefully towards the ground...
A man with a huge head was lying on his back, with huge goat-like spiral horns growing on both sides of his head. These huge horns seemed to grow infinitely, and had already broken out the poor man's eye sockets, and even broke out of the skull again.
A dwarf was lying on the ground. The skin on his back seemed to have a terrible skin disease. The pores were larger than ordinary people's fingers. Black crow feathers had grown out. The butcher was struggling to pull out these feathers with iron pliers - -Every time it was uprooted, causing the dwarf to tremble and his back was bloody and bloody.
The other person...it's hard to call him a human, because his body is covered with arms, and he even has a deformed limb protruding from his mouth, like a radiating ball of flesh made of hands.
The scary thing is that these hands are like coelenterates, all twitching slightly, as if they are trying to grasp something.
A skinny giant snake with human skin, with long hair on its head, was trying to find a way to squirm away. The staff who caught up with it smashed its head with a hammer...
Butchers have an orderly division of labor. There are those who carry things, those who do "rough processing", and those who are responsible for "decomposition"...
The dismembered parts were placed in a cart and pushed out of the secret room.
…
In this "hell", the staff chatted about trivial matters in their lives while performing various "processes".
Mr. Wu You swallowed and suppressed the urge to vomit.
Sean, who had always maintained his composure, turned livid for the first time.
In the bedroom, Olivia on the side asked: "Sean, are you okay?"
Sean waved his hand, took a deep breath, and returned his attention to Mr. Wuyou.
