Changsheng: My experience in patrolling the liver

Chapter 1 Lifespan of Days

The night is lonely and the cold wind is blowing.

A dark cloud was swirling around, completely covering the bright moon in the sky, leaving only three or two bright stars shining.

In Donglai County City, on the empty street, two shadows continued to lengthen under the firelight.

The two men were dressed in blue uniforms, with swords slung around their waists and a lamp in one hand, patrolling around from time to time.

One of them was a slightly older middle-aged man with a short beard. He sniffed his cold nose and shivered in the cold wind.

"Hiss, why is it so cold today? If I had known earlier, I would have asked my wife at home to prepare an extra thick inner coat."

Song Changming glanced at the thin body of the person next to him and said nothing.

No matter how cold the night is, the street patrol work must continue.

The lights were flickering, and I glanced at the alleys on both sides of the street. I silently estimated the time in my mind and it should be around midnight.

[Today's review: A boring day, lifespan +5, limited-time status 'doing nothing' obtained]

"Sure enough." Song Changming noticed the prompt message that appeared in his mind on time, but his expression remained unchanged.

This is the twelfth year since he came to this world, and the events of his previous life have become increasingly vague in the depths of his memory.

He only remembered that he died suddenly while working overtime late at night, and then traveled here.

With a thought, a small floating translucent panel appeared before my eyes.

Name: Song Changming
Lifespan: 36,002

Spirit: Seven

Root: Ten

Related constitution: Fear of water (gray)
This relatively simple attribute panel has been with him throughout his journey, and he has already read it through and studied it thoroughly.

The lifespan on it shows thirty-six thousand days, which is nearly a hundred years!
Even in the era of the previous life, a hundred years of lifespan was an absolute longevity for ordinary people, and very few people could really live that long.

Looking at this life, let alone, according to the standards of ordinary people, if you can live to fifty or sixty years old, it is already considered a happy death. There is too little time to be happy, and basically no one dares to hope to live a hundred years.

In fact, he is now eighteen years old, and the past eighteen years are not included.

These thirty-six thousand days are his remaining lifespan.

As long as he lives one day, he can accumulate a certain number of days of life.

Simply put, the longer he lives, the more remaining life he will have.

Day after day, little by little, he finally managed to live for nearly a hundred years.

This ability that belongs only to him is extremely powerful. As long as time continues to pass and days continue to go by, theoretically he is an immortal being!

When he first realized this, he was delighted but also couldn't help but think more.

In his previous life, he was very young and his career was booming when he suddenly died, ending his short life abruptly.

But in this life, he had a lifespan that seemed to be endless, which to him seemed like a compensation from heaven.

Of course, if he wants to achieve true immortality, the prerequisite is that he himself must not commit suicide.

With this ability, he can fight against the ubiquitous erosion of time, but there are always many accidents and even diseases in the world that can still take his life.

Therefore, he has been cautious in his words and actions over the years, saying less and doing less, never taking the initiative to cause trouble, and always seeking stability.

Until today, when Song Changming looked at his own life span column on the panel and saw the neat number of 36,000, he felt a great sense of accomplishment and a huge weight of relief fell from his heart.

“Finally it’s all together.”

From the beginning of his time travel, he understood the other powerful aspect of his ability.

He has consumed 36,000 days of his life, and even if he dies from a serious illness or other reasons, he can come back to life!
When he first traveled through time and space and came back to life, he had almost used up the remaining lifespan of his two lives combined, leaving him with less than ten years.

It has only accumulated until now to restore this destiny.

"Now that my life is guaranteed, I can finally make appropriate changes. I don't have to avoid everything deliberately anymore." Song Changming thought to himself, his mind gradually becoming active.

After living in this world for more than ten years, he has already integrated into it.

Although he has been doing nothing, it doesn't mean he is willing to continue living like this.

You must know that this world is not ordinary
Just as he was thinking, he suddenly heard some shouting coming from the front, and Song Changming immediately looked in the direction of the sound.

At the corner of the long street, several figures appeared from nowhere and started fighting with each other.

Seeing this, Song Changming subconsciously grabbed Li Fuan beside him.

Li Fuan then noticed belatedly that a group of thugs suddenly appeared in front of him. He was so scared that he trembled and almost dropped the lamp in his hand.

"They are from the Qinghe Gang!" Li Fuan has lived in Houli Street for more than ten years and is an old man. He knows this place inside and out and immediately recognized the identity of one of the thugs who were fighting.

"Don't worry about it. Let's go first. Report this matter back to the Patrol Armor Division. As for whether to send out patrol guards, let the patrol chief and others decide." Song Changming made a prompt decision and said.

Although he had only been working as a night watchman for over a year and was still half a rookie, the code of conduct he had followed over the years would never allow him to get involved in such a dangerous incident, nor should he even look at it.

What's more, this is the rule here.

Although they were from the government patrol department and had knives on their waists, at best they could only intimidate some low-level petty thieves and ordinary people.

The gang feuds in this city are not something they can interfere with.

To put it bluntly, the identity is not enough.

"Okay, go! Go! You have good eyesight." Li Fuan came to his senses and turned around and left, fearing that innocent people would be implicated.

Donglai County City has eight main streets, which divide the city into eight large urban areas. There are eight corresponding patrol stations responsible for the security control of the local urban areas.

Song Changming is now a fire-carrying night patrolman in the Houli Street Patrol Division, and his status can barely be considered a civil servant working for the government.

Soon, the two men put down their night patrol work and hurried back to the Patrol Division.

They saw other night watchmen already there reporting on a gang fight, so they came back relatively late.

There were not as many people in the Patrol Department at night as during the day. There were only a few patrol guards in armor sitting by the candlelight, eating dried fruits and chatting.

Even after hearing the night watchman's report, he didn't care and didn't look nervous at all.

On a lacquered solid wood bench, a broad and burly man was lying there, half-closed his eyes and waved his hand casually.

"I already know about this. Let everyone come back. You can rest tonight. There will be work for you to do tomorrow morning."

When Song Changming and other night patrolmen heard this, they immediately agreed and left.

The Houli Street Patrol Department has clear hierarchies, with the director being the top official in charge of the overall situation.

The director has six patrol captains under his command, and the person sitting on the bench is one of them.

In the absence of the director, some matters are decided by these patrol captains, and the fire-carrying night watchmen can only obey.

"Thanks to those gang members, we were able to leave early today. I have to go back and have a couple of sips of hot wine to warm myself up." After leaving the Patrol Armory, Li Fuan seemed to be in a good mood. He said hello to Song Changming and left.

"This time there's such a big commotion, I'm afraid there will be a lot of dead bodies to collect tomorrow morning, so we should go back and have a shower and go to bed."

"makes sense."

After saying this, several night watchmen also finished their work and went home.

Song Changming yawned and walked in another direction.

Although he worked in the Houli Street area, his home was not there.

Houli Street is relatively prosperous in the city, so the houses here are beyond the reach of his family.

He quickened his pace, walked through several small streets and alleys, and deliberately avoided the location of the gang fight he had just seen. It took him nearly an hour to walk.

As we approached the outskirts of the city, the surrounding street environment gradually deteriorated. Large mansions no longer appeared, and pavilions and towers were nowhere to be seen. Only scattered old stone and wooden houses remained.

Baiyi Street is the most dilapidated and marginal area among the eight urban districts.

Usually the people who live here are lower class people with little status or financial resources.

It was already late at night and the entire Baiyi Street was in darkness. The people who lived here basically worked from sunrise to sunset and rested at night.

Passing through several alleys and an old crooked tree, I could hear the barking of wild cats and dogs from time to time.

Soon, several partitioned huts appeared in front of us. The bottom was made of mud, the top was covered with wood, and there was a solid fence around it.

Song Changming took a quick look around, and after confirming that there was nothing unusual, he went to the room where his parents were. After faintly hearing the sound of their peaceful sleep, he returned to his room with peace of mind.

Although there is a patrol station on Baiyi Street, the security situation here is still the worst, especially with many petty thieves.

The gangs in the city at least have rules to follow and there are traces to follow.

These unprovoked petty thefts are impossible to guard against. This was evident from the fact that even a few chicks they raised were stolen a few days ago.

After a quick wash, Song Changming lay down on the bed, with the sword he always carried with him placed next to his pillow.

This is also a habit of his. Although he cannot be considered a real swordsman, he never leaves his sword most of the time, which makes him feel more secure.

"I should save some more money and make some plans."

Song Changming looked at the sword beside his pillow, feeling confident that he had an extra life. He thought about many things that night before falling into a deep sleep.

(End of this chapter)