The Informal Tomb Raiding Diary: She is the occupant of the tomb!-Chapter 325 - 275: Something’s Off (Part 2)

The shop’s contract has been signed, and these past few days she’s been preparing things. I’ve decided to set aside tribal matters and focus on the store opening first.

The first thing Xiangyang had to learn about adapting to the new world was how to use a mobile phone and the various apps, especially the map function.

During the day, she went online at home, and in the evenings, she went out with Baozi to get familiar with the new environment and lifestyle, which takes some time. Baozi and the others promised to keep it a secret and didn’t tell anyone about Xiangyang’s background, since this outing was personal, so Baozi and I didn’t report it to the captain.

For now, she could only be an undocumented person. Luckily, she looked young, and when she went out with Baozi, people just thought she was Baozi’s classmate.

Bai Yun and her Tool Man were able to operate outside because they had legal identities. Most of her money was in the bank, but she couldn’t touch it now, as Inosi would find her if she did.

For the past few days, she’s been using cash hidden in various places; the amount isn’t small when combined.

The Tool Man’s surgical knowledge was wiped, replaced with recipes. I asked Bai Yun if there was a chance Tool Man could return to normal. She said it would require brain removal, and afterward, they’d become a vegetative person.

When Inosi originally created Tool Men, they were intended to be expendable and non-recyclable, with absolutely no consideration for them reverting to normal.

As the days went by, my body recovered, and I reported to the new unit. It was the department’s document archive library, where all of the department’s task documents were stored.

The building aboveground was an eco-friendly products factory, but underground was my true workspace. Because the archive rooms resembled garages, everyone humorously referred to my job as "guarding the garages" in our work group.

To me, it felt like a library; every archive document was a bizarre story.

Every event the department handled had its paper and electronic documents stored here.

By all accounts, it’s a leisurely job with good benefits, so there should be many competing for the position. But on my first day, the only other colleague told me this place has been short on staff for years, as work meant for four people was long handled by just two.

The reason being this place was very odd; anyone working here didn’t last five years before falling ill.

And it wasn’t just minor illnesses—heart failure, strokes, leukemia, blindness, kidney failure, muscle weakness.

When Chen Qinghan was helping me apply for a department transfer, one of the two staff members here just had a stroke at only 23 years old and had worked here less than a year.

After hearing my colleague’s explanations, I mentally packed away Chen Qinghan and sent her off to the great grasslands of Fei Country.

It seemed my Vajra Body was about to face another round of testing.

Speaking of the new colleague, she was so far the longest-tenured employee in the ’garage,’ holding a record of seven and a half years.

If anything set her apart, it was probably that she liked wearing Bohemian-style colorful dresses, a red headscarf, and carried a Crystal Ball, appearing like a phony Gypsy fortune-teller.

But overall, despite being a bit eccentric, she was alright otherwise. During the time when the only other colleague had a stroke and no one took over the work, she worked overtime to maintain the ’garage’s normal operations.

In her words, during those seven and a half years, she had seen off three colleagues, which was a huge blow to her, so she suggested to the higher-ups that any durable organism would suffice, even if it wasn’t human.

The new job was easier than I expected; the only colleague was easy to get along with. At the breakfast shop, Bai Yun and her Tool Man ran things, leaving me with little to worry about.

In my free time, I continued exploring the city, feeding stray cats, and recording video to post online. 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

My intention was to show cat lovers where stray cats gathered, but the comments asked only for more cute cat footage.

So I switched to pigeon-gathering spots, tossing out corn kernels and sending the pigeons soaring, some losing feathers, some defecating mid-flight, angering those feeding pigeons who cursed under a shower of bird poop.

Next were sparrow spots, crow spots... the video’s clicks increased, and the comments requesting more became many, but ultimately, all that remained was ’please stay away from the animals,’ which was infuriating.

On the other hand, Bi Shi—though I refused to chat with her, I still watched her videos. Evidently, the allure of her flamboyant ’suicides’ at major attractions was more attention-grabbing than ’scaring’ animals, which was even more maddening.