Before Bai Chen and Long Yuehong could respond, Yan Miao sighed to himself:
“How easy is it for a subhuman like him to find a suitable heart? Even for normal humans, it depends on luck! I have plenty of customers here who have waited two or three years and still haven't gotten a suitable organ. Hehe, any longer and it's over. If they don't get one, it basically means death, or they switch to other methods.”
“What are you looking for him for? Does he owe you a lot of money? Did he scam you before? He doesn't seem like someone with any background, though. He looks fierce, but he's actually quite friendly…”
You don't have to say so much… Long Yuehong gradually felt like a swarm of mosquitoes were buzzing in his ears.
Bai Chen nodded and said:
“Do you know where he lives?”
Yan Miao laughed:
“I'd like to know, but he doesn't want to say.
“Everyone who comes to the black market knows that you must never reveal your true identity and address here. You can't imagine how many bad people are hiding in Antana Street. Maybe even a dog squatting on the side of the road to take a dump has followed some unlucky guy, knocked him to the ground, dragged him into a secluded alley, and torn him apart to death as food.”
This time, Long Yuehong didn't mind Yan Miao being talkative, because it was quite interesting.
On the Ashlands, there were many mutated creatures, and even a dog could be very dangerous.
And in the Qing Olive District, stray animals were seen as food by the residents. A dog without some skills wouldn't survive.
Bai Chen then asked:
“Can I buy his matching data?”
Yan Miao put away his smiling expression and said seriously:
“You don't seem like you're in Antana Street for the first time. You should have heard of me. Don't you know that I became a somewhat famous organ merchant in First City because I keep my mouth shut and keep my promises?”
Speaking of this, he smiled again:
“Even if I were to scam you, I would scam you openly and honestly, so that you'd be willing to be scammed.”
Bai Chen ended the topic and instead asked about other unofficial organ merchants in First City.
After leaving the underground black market, Long Yuehong sighed:
“Lao Han's life is really not good.”
From Yan Miao being able to say keywords such as "subhuman" and "heart," he could confirm that the other party had really seen Han Wanghuo.
And in the most active place for organ trading, Han Wanghuo had not been able to match successfully, other channels were conceivable.
“There's still us, and mechanical hearts,” Bai Chen said calmly.
The slave trader, Yujin, who had captured her had once transplanted a mechanical-type artificial heart.
Although this technology seemed to still have many problems and various sequelae, it was enough to maintain life and even gain explosive power beyond ordinary people.
Wasn't it said to be very expensive and regulated? Even the leader of the slave hunting team, Yujin, could only find a cheap workshop to transplant an irregular product? Long Yuehong muttered in his heart, but did not say it out loud.
Although Bai Chen seemed to have walked out of that past, he still felt that he should try to mention Yujin's name as little as possible.
He asked, trying to find something to say:
“That organ merchant shouldn't have lied, do you think?”
Bai Chen glanced at him and said:
“I can only confirm that Han Wanghuo looked for him and talked about heart transplants. I don't know if the rest is true or false.
“But I noticed one thing, he talks more when he's observing us or trying to cover something up.
“In short, we'll keep an eye on him, and at the same time take care of other organ merchants.”
“Okay.” Long Yuehong was still very proactive in finding Han Wanghuo.
Inside the underground black market, in Yan Miao's area.
The organ merchant turned around, walked to the room behind, and knocked gently on the door.
“You can come out now,” he said with a smile.
With a creak, the door opened and a tall, thin man walked out.
He had a crew cut, yellowed whites of his eyes, messy eyebrows, and two scars, one horizontal and one vertical, on his face. He looked fierce. It was Han Wanghuo, the man the "Old Task Force" was looking for.
Looking at the road leading to the exit of the black market, Han Wanghuo, who was carrying a rifle, let out a barely audible breath.
“Enemies?” Yan Miao asked with a smile.
Han Wanghuo shook his head:
“Some friends I used to know.”
“Then why don't you see them?” Yan Miao asked with a curious look.
Han Wanghuo replied simply:
“You don't need to know.”
Yan Miao "Heh"ed:
“If it weren't for my kindness in letting you hide in the room, they would have found you long ago. What's so bad about saying it? It's nothing more than not wanting to burden your friends, not wanting to see your friends in your current state, everyone is just superficial friends, and other reasons…”
Han Wanghuo remained silent and did not answer, until Yan Miao finished his rambling.
Yan Miao didn't dwell on the matter and instead said:
“Why did you come today?
“How can a match be so fast? It takes time to run a machine! Do you dare to believe a matching report that comes out in one day? You're transplanting a heart. If something goes wrong, you won't even be able to get off the operating table. Oh, right, you'll have to prepay my intermediary fee then. I don't want to collect money from dead people…”
After rambling for a while, Yan Miao suddenly smiled:
“But this time there's a good chance. There's someone who wants to sell their heart who is very similar to you. Maybe they can match successfully.”
“Why do you say very similar?” There was a hint of expectation in Han Wanghuo's tone.
Yan Miao smiled:
“She, yes, a woman, was originally a normal person, but was later infected in the Northern Wastelands and experienced some mutation, mainly in the heart.
“She also developed some kind of disease because of this, and it's almost terminal now.
“Don't worry, there's nothing wrong with her heart. It can be transplanted, but she has a request. This is also the reason why she's willing to sell her organs.”
Han Wanghuo listened quietly and asked:
“What request?”
“I can't say now. Let's talk when you meet after the matching is successful. I can only remind you that the difficulty is a bit high.” Yan Miao simply glossed over the topic.
He then glanced in the direction of the black market exit:
“Are you really not going to meet those friends? They look like they're doing pretty well. They also have some strength. They should be able to help you later.”
Han Wanghuo was silent for a moment and slowly shook his head:
“No need.”
…………
In the Qing Olive District, Jiang Baimian and Shang Jianyao took the information they had obtained about the current "Heartless Disease" epidemic and visited homes one by one.
After being unable to narrow down the scope and force Xiao Chong out by cutting off the power, they returned to their initial track, hoping to find clues from the cases of the "Heartless Disease."
Of course, all of this was based on the premise that "the outbreak of this 'Heartless Disease' is related to Xiao Chong," but this may not be true.
“Sigh…” Jiang Baimian looked down at the information in her hand, “We've been everywhere. I think we're more dedicated than the security officers in these streets, but no one is paying us.”
Shang Jianyao raised his hand and touched his chin, mimicking Jiang Baimian's usual tone:
“We have to change our thinking.”
“How do we change it?” Jiang Baimian hummed, “We've investigated all the directions we should investigate.”
“So we have to break out of the routine and change our target…” Shang Jianyao said something very correct but useless.
Jiang Baimian was stunned for a moment:
“Change our target?
“That's right… Xiao Chong isn't alone, no, he is alone, but he still has Nightmare Horse and Sleeping Cat as pets.”
Jiang Baimian turned her head to look at Shang Jianyao and said thoughtfully:
“We won't look for Xiao Chong for the time being, we'll look for Nightmare Horse or Sleeping Cat?”
Clap clap clap, Shang Jianyao applauded.
He then smiled:
“Nightmare Horse and Ghost Cat won't stay at home every day. They seem to like to go out for a walk.”
“Also, they are animals, and we humans have many ways to lure out animals.” Jiang Baimian's face gradually lit up.
Shang Jianyao was also excited:
“Yes, as long as we catch Qiao Chu, we can use him to lure Nightmare Horse over!”
“…” Jiang Baimian's mouth twitched and said, “First of all, you have to find Qiao Chu.”
The two of them watched the not-so-many pedestrians and controlled their volume as they discussed how to lure a horse and a cat out of the urban jungle.
As they spoke, they returned to Labe Street and saw Ugo Inn.
Jiang Baimian's heart moved and a slight smile appeared:
“I actually forgot that there's such a helper.”
“I haven't made friends with Ugo yet…” Shang Jianyao looked puzzled.
Jiang Baimian revealed her signature smile:
“There's no need to 'make friends'. We lure him with benefits.
“Do you remember what abilities Ugo has? Dream influence!
“Do you think he would be interested in Nightmare Horse?
“And behind him seems to be a secret cult organization. There should be quite a few people, just enough to 'help' find people…”
Seeing Shang Jianyao looking at her with a strange look in his eyes, Jiang Baimian subconsciously added:
“This is not exploitation. A gentleman is no different, he is good at using things!”
Shang Jianyao suddenly understood:
“So the boss is a thing.”
Is a tool.
“…” Jiang Baimian couldn't refute it for a moment.
Fortunately, Shang Jianyao didn't continue the topic and instead sighed:
“This is called like attracts like.”
“What the hell?” Jiang Baimian scolded with a smile, muttering to herself, “Awakened ones and mutated creatures in the same field may attract each other…”
Speaking of this, she "Hmm"ed for a few seconds and said:
“But we have to remind him how dangerous Xiao Chong is. There's no need to trick others to death by borrowing their strength.”
“That's a friend, a friend…” Shang Jianyao almost started singing, but fortunately Jiang Baimian stopped him in time.
The two quickly entered the inn and saw Ugo, dressed simply, sitting at the front desk, calculating the recent bills.
“Boss, have you ever seen this kind of creature?” Jiang Baimian described the appearance of Nightmare Horse.
Ugo looked at her with a foolish gaze:
“Didn't you ask before?
“No.”
Jiang Baimian took the opportunity to smile:
“Haha, I described it too simply last time, not detailed enough, so I thought I'd ask again to avoid any omissions.
“This mutated creature, it can affect human dreams, causing the target to die silently in their sleep…”
Ugo's gaze at Jiang Baimian and Shang Jianyao suddenly froze slightly.