Chapter 124: Cinderella's Bell

Su Mian and Fuerdi mixed into the end of the assembly line, pretending to check the packaged canned food. Su Mian lowered her head, observing with the corner of her eye.

All employees wore orange earplugs, their hands and feet nimble, their faces expressionless.

A striking oil painting hung high up.

It was Maoshi, and also the witch.

Su Mian frowned.

Why was there an oil painting of the witch here? Was she their big client? Or was she a major shareholder?

Just as Su Mian was thinking, a middle-aged man wearing a dark blue uniform and a "Manager" armband walked over with his hands behind his back, pacing.

Suddenly, his footsteps stopped in front of Su Mian.

His gaze stared sharply at the position of Su Mian's left shoulder blade on her one-piece uniform, where there was a tiny and inconspicuous hole.

At that moment, his eyes widened, and his facial skin tightened instantly.

"Uniform... damaged."

In an instant, time froze.

All the workers wearing earplugs stopped their movements in unison.

They turned their heads slowly and stiffly, hundreds of gazes focusing on Su Mian in unison.

Su Mian took a step back, cold sweat breaking out.

"Violation of Article 1 of the Code."

"Dispose of it."

"Ha..." A vague sound came from the throat of a female worker closest to her. She dropped the canned food in her hand and crawled down from the operating table with her hands and feet.

Followed by the second, the third... all the workers in Area B, like puppets pulled by the same string, looked ferocious, slowly surrounding Su Mian and Fuerdi.

Their movements were a bit sluggish at first, but they became faster and faster, low roars coming from their throats.

"Run!" Su Mian whispered, pulling Fuerdi and rushing toward the depths of the workshop.

But there were figures surrounding them from all directions. The road ahead was blocked, and the way back was the tightly closed workshop door.

Only in the corner, an inconspicuous conveyor belt was running, but there was nothing on it.

No other choice.

Su Mian and Fuerdi looked at each other and pounced on that conveyor belt at the same time.

Inertia carried them sliding into the dark passage at high speed.

Behind them was the harsh sound of workers chasing to the entrance and scratching the metal wall panels frantically.

In the darkness, only the sound of Su Mian's breathing remained, and Fuerdi's arms wrapped her tightly.

The conveyor belt turned and descended in the darkness.

Suddenly, an intersection appeared ahead, and a wider conveyor belt merged from the left.

What was being transported on that conveyor belt was not canned food.

Su Mian stared, her breathing stalling.

It was people.

Or rather, human torsos.

White bodies, barely able to see a trace of marks in the sealed space.

This was the source of the "raw materials," the "finished products" processed in Area A.

"The feet have all been cut off."

Su Mian couldn't see clearly. Fuerdi wrote in her palm.

The conveyor belts merged, carrying the two and the torsos forward side by side, rushing toward the increasingly loud sound of water ahead.

The fishy, grassy water vapor hit their faces.

The front suddenly opened up, and the end of the conveyor belt was actually an inclined water flow.

The incomplete bodies were all dumped into the pool, rushing down along an inclined water trough covered in moss.

Su Mian and Fuerdi couldn't brake in time, and were thrown into the pool together with the canned food and remains on the conveyor belt.

The water flow instantly poured into her mouth and nose. Su Mian felt a pain in her lungs and coughed violently.

At this moment, being stimulated by the ice water, her face lost all blood color, and her lips turned blue-purple.

The soaked pale pink undershirt clung to her thin body, outlining her thin skeleton, and her black hair wrapped around her neck like seaweed.

Just as she was about to be completely washed away, a cold and strong arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her back forcefully.

Fuerdi had transformed into a snake shape from the waist down at some point. The thick, bright black snake tail swayed flexibly in the water, firmly stabilizing the two.

The amber vertical pupils contracted in the dim light, full of cold murderous intent.

He used the force to swing, hugging Su Mian and rushing against the water flow toward a faint protrusion on the side wall. It was a rusty square iron cover, like an old inspection gate.

Muscles bulging, Fuerdi wrapped his snake tail around a bare steel pipe beside him, borrowed force, and kicked fiercely.

"Clang—!"

The rusted gate was kicked open violently by him, collapsing inward along with the surrounding loose bricks, revealing a pitch-black hole.

The muddy water flow immediately poured into the hole.

The world spun.

Su Mian lay on the ground, coughing heart-rendingly. Fuerdi licked Su Mian's cold little face. She frowned and hid further away.

"It's dirty."

Fuerdi didn't stop. Su Mian didn't have the strength to stop him. She raised her head weakly and looked around.

In front of her was the familiar creek water, and the reeds rustling on the shore.

Dusk was approaching, and the cold wind blew, making it look even more desolate.

It was Wind Whisper Creek.

Everything was connected into a clear and bloody chain at this moment.

Su Mian felt vaguely shocked, the truth almost breaking out. She couldn't wait to return to the castle to tell the players the truth, but her body almost couldn't support it, and she was about to faint.

No, if she didn't go back, she wouldn't make it to the ball.

【Mian Mian, do you want to try drawing a skill card? Maybe it will be useful?】

4399 saw her state and was very worried, but decided to speak after thinking about it.

"Okay."

【Ding-dong—Drawing skill card.】

【Congratulations, Detective, you have obtained "Cinderella's Bell." Your appearance will become beautiful and moving, and "Mutation" will make you produce a new form that best adapts to yourself.】

【At the same time, your body will be reawakened, and all injuries will be covered up, but after the bell rings, you will suffer backlash.】

A card fell into Su Mian's palm. She was startled and quickly put it into her pocket, but Fuerdi had already seen everything in his eyes.

Su Mian didn't know that he had seen this kind of card before, and was afraid he would ask, and she couldn't explain it. Fortunately, Fuerdi just glanced at it casually and then fell back to her face.

"Fuerdi, turn around."

Fuerdi turned his back obediently. Su Mian held up the card and whispered.

"I want to use the skill card."

【Ding-dong—Skill card takes effect, matching the most suitable "Mutation" for you.】

The card turned into fine golden light spots at Su Mian's fingertips.

A gentle force spread from the position of her heart.

Instantly soaking through her limbs and bones, like water flow, and like silk, rubbing against her body, surging with blood flow.

Is the princess transformation in fairy tales also this feeling?

She thought inappropriately, and felt a bit childish after coming back to her senses.

Then the cold feeling and the feeling of collapse disappeared instantly, replaced by energy and pleasure that were about to overflow, and even her senses were magnified a lot.

She subconsciously touched her cheeks with her fingertips. What she touched first was a strand of hair. The straight hair of many years had become honey-brown curly hair. The ends of the hair brushed against her shoulders fluffily. She curled up uncomfortably.

For a Su Mian who never wore high-neck sweaters, this was really itchy.

She brushed all the hair she had gathered behind her ears, but the back of her hand brushed against the silk threads on her cheeks.

Su Mian's heart jumped. She squatted down abruptly, using the creek water to look in the mirror. ===== CHAPTER 125 =====