Comic: A Journey to the Second Dimension
22 Picking up corpses

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After spending a lot of time, Nangong Jun collected the cutlery and washed them after completing the mission.

After looking around the room, he went straight to the fridge and opened the door. He saw a dazzling array of food in the fridge.

Fruits, vegetables, desserts... everything was available.

Originally, this fridge was used to store Dong Xiang's " food ". However, after she went to school, in order to prevent her good friend Yoko from discovering anything, she bought a lot of food to fill it up as a decoration.

However, it was this action that made Yi Zi, who had seen the refrigerator for the first time, think that Dong Xiang was a food lover.

Therefore, he often shared the food he made with her, hoping to hear the comments from his friends.

However, Dong Xiang was a non-human, so there was no way for her to taste it.

Therefore, he could only reply with " En, not bad, not bad, I'll work hard next time " every time.

As time passed, he decided to drag Nangong Jun over and use her as a shield.

Under Yi Zi's somewhat ambiguous gaze, Dong Xiang and Nangong Jun became a couple.

Taking out a bottle of Happy Potion, Nangong Jun walked to Dong Xiang's desk and looked at the books and notes on it.

The image of Dong Xiang leaning against the table at night, reading her notes, and reading at night appeared in his mind.

He casually picked up a book and flipped it open, admiring the elegant handwriting on it.

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Just like that, he stayed in Dong Xiang's room for an hour or two until the sun set and the moon came.

Looking at the crescent moon rising into the sky outside the window, Han Tian closed the book in his hand and put it back on the table.

Walking down the stairs, they arrived at the shop on the first floor. Yuan Er had just sent away the last customer and was cleaning the table.

When he saw Nangong come down, he stopped what he was doing.

"Yo, little brother, looks like you've had a good rest.”

"I'm fine. By the way, where's Dong Xiang?"

In response to Han Tian's question, Ren Jian Xuan came over with a cup of coffee and placed it in front of Nangong.

"Well, I went to gather food with Sifang.”

Hearing this, Nangong Jun frowned.

Gathering " food ". According to his memory, the species that belonged to the Anding District were generally peace-loving people who gave up hunting and accepted the store manager's philosophy.

They met their daily needs by regularly receiving food from the antique coffee shop.

After all, the difference between a human and a beast was that one 'food' was enough for a beast to live for more than a month.

Moreover, the risk of hunting was too high, and it was the best choice for some weak species to survive if they could obtain food safely.

Due to the concept of Anding District, Anding District became the safest area in Tokyo.

There were gains and losses. The decrease in the number of cases of sneak attacks meant that the antique gang, led by the manager of Fangcun, had to bear a lot of pressure.

The consumption of food, the maintenance of the status quo, and the seemingly stable state of District 20 were all thanks to the hard work of the people led by the manager of Fangcun.

Therefore, in addition to the necessary work in the shop, the members in the shop had another job-picking up corpses.

Nangong Jun fell silent as she drank the coffee Sister Xuanxuan had prepared. Although she had expected this, she still found it hard to accept after interacting with her.

"As expected, I still have too little experience."

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District 11, Ota District, a dozen kilometers away from District 20.

As one of the more stable districts like the 20th district, the crime rate in the Ota district remained extremely low all year round.

However, just like the bustling cities around them, under the magnificent scenery, there was a great pressure.

As one of the largest cities in the world, almost every day in Tokyo, people chose to commit suicide due to various pressures.

Under the cover of the night, a box-shaped truck was driving on a small road in the mountains.

The surrounding lush trees stood on both sides, forming two natural fences.

In the driver's seat, Dong Xiang, who was wearing a hood, was holding a rabbit mask in her hand. She leaned against the seat in boredom, her eyes looking at the rapidly retreating scenery around her.

Because they were gathering food across regions, the four sides had specially called their niece along.

Soon, the car stopped at a corner of a mountain road. He stepped on the brakes and pulled the handbrake. After parking the car, he signaled Dong Xiang to get out of the car and found a large storage bag in the car.

The two of them looked at each other and then jumped down the hill under the guidance of the four directions.

A moment later, the two of them arrived at the edge of a dense forest. There, a middle-aged man in his forties or fifties was lying on the ground, motionless. Dark red blood stains and parts of his body were buried by yellow leaves.

Everything told them that this was a corpse that had just died.

In fact, this location was one of the corpse collection sites of the Square Lotus Sect. Due to pressure or other reasons, people would come here to commit suicide after a period of time.

These corpses naturally became the food source of the Anding District.

The two of them came to the side of the corpse. After confirming that the freshness was not bad, they heaved a sigh of relief. Then, they knelt beside the corpse, put their palms together, and lowered their heads to pray.

Just like how people prayed for food before eating, Anding District also inherited this.

After the prayer, Si Fang took the storage bag from Dong Xiang and put the corpse inside.

After the collection was over, the four sides signaled for the latter to go up first, while he himself cleaned up the traces around him before extending his arm and leaving.

He returned to the corner of the cliff and entered the carriage. Before he could start the engine, he noticed the melancholy on Dong Xiang's face.

"Dong Xiang? Are you alright?"

"Uh, it's fine. What's the matter? Uncle!"

"No, it's nothing."

After the short conversation, the carriage fell into a short silence.

A quarter of an hour later, a box-shaped truck was moving along the mountain road towards District 20.

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