Cheng Ye stepped onto the conveyor belt, which immediately started to move slowly, smoothly transporting him into the enclosed isolation chamber ahead.
The interior had no extra decorations; the walls were embedded with various exposed instruments, with probes adjusting angles as the conveyor moved, exuding a cold, precise feel.
Unlike Happiness City's checkpoint where residents had to report numbers themselves, everything here was fully automated.
The conveyor pushed him forward, the instruments automatically initiated inspections, a mechanical voice counting in between the beeping alerts.
Cheng Ye watched the scanner overhead with interest, suddenly feeling like a piece of merchandise being transported on an assembly line, undergoing a final check before leaving the factory.
Centrally located in the chamber, a cube-shaped instrument emitted a faint humming sound, and a beam of pale blue light shot out from the side, scanning him from head to toe.
