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Chapter 297 [I like collecting corpses! ]

"???"

Wait a minute, isn't it said that when you reincarnate, you can't bring anything with you? So, how did you find a loophole in the "Book of Punishment for Evil" and sneak along with them?

"Eh, that's not right."

Dao Jie Dan was made by a god, so it would be reasonable to leave a little backdoor in it, right? Otherwise, it would be too difficult to start from scratch in a strange world.

It’s okay if you can get through, but what if you can’t?
Regardless of whether they are immortals or humans, most of them will definitely try to shirk responsibility.

What's more, don't you see who are the people who can take the pills?

Those who can obtain the Dao Jie Dan are either big shots or people with connections. Not giving them any loopholes to exploit, are you deliberately making things difficult for them?
I think you are going to make things difficult for me.

"It's reasonable. It's very reasonable."

Moreover, He Sheng was sure that the backdoor of the elixir must be related to the divine position. Otherwise, why didn't he get the talent of "Zhangluo Tongzi" instead of the template?

No, it’s not talent, it’s the embodiment of talent—the manual.

Don't ask him why he is so sure, "The Book of Punishment" is related to "The Recorder Boy". After "The Thunder Messenger" is promoted, it is "The Recorder Boy". The two are in the same system. What's wrong with using the talent of "The Thunder Messenger" "The Book of Punishment"?

Moreover, after being promoted to the position of god, "Punishment of Evil" did not disappear. Isn't it the talent of "The Record-King"?

"let me see."

The manual was opened and a line of handwriting appeared.

[The owner of the book assists the law enforcer in eliminating evil, the evil is the fifth-level walking corpse, good deeds +5. ]

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"The Book of Punishment for Evil" Did you do this on purpose? What I did yesterday was called assistance. I was clearly running away in a panic, and someone saved my life.

Of course, it was important to call the police in time. Otherwise, if the Level 5 zombies escaped, there would definitely be more casualties. That thing was able to withstand the gunfire of six law enforcement officers for three minutes. You can imagine how strong it is.

"By the way, what's the use of good deeds? To exchange for wish power? Magic pills? Magic tools?"

Then he immediately turned to the second page.

【Good deeds: 5】

At the top, the number of good deeds is displayed.

Next, there are very few redemption options.

[Hantori Castle, Futaba District, all knowledge for the sixth year of elementary school: 15 good deeds.]

[Hantori Castle, Futaba District, all knowledge for three years of junior high school: 35 good deeds.]

["Basic Boxing" one-year practice: 10 good deeds. ]

【Qi and blood +1: 100 good deeds.】

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understood!

The things I can exchange must be things I have been exposed to for a long time or things within my knowledge, right?

Five good deeds are not enough to exchange for all the knowledge in six years of primary school.

"Ugh!"

Otherwise, I can understand the first three.

The latter [Qi and Blood +1], why does it require a full hundred points of good deeds?
It’s too expensive. It’s unreasonably expensive.

"Qi and blood +1 must have its own unique features. When I accumulate merits, I will definitely try it out."

Now, the problem facing him is how to earn good deeds.

"I encountered a level 5 zombie and was almost eaten alive, but I was only given 5 points. It's too hard for me."

He paused, shook his head and continued.

"I didn't contribute much yesterday. The most I could do was to call the police and delay the zombies. In the eyes of Zero Zero One and the others, I did well enough. But in the eyes of the Book of Punishment, it's still not good enough. If I could have participated in the fight, I might have scored more than five points."

After thinking about it, I used the old smartphone left by my parents to check information for half the night and only fell asleep in the second half of the night.

The next day, at ten o'clock in the morning, he took out his cell phone and called Ling Lingyi.

Work part-time!
The reason why I didn't agree to the other party right away was because I was anxious to go home and see what the extra "Punishment Book" on my waist was. Secondly, I needed to understand the cleaning work of the logistics department.

What others say is what they say after all, and he believes in himself more.

Facts have proven that Zero Zero One was not lying. The Futaba District Logistics Department and the Corpse Collection Team had indeed created a record of no member deaths for ten consecutive years.

As for safety, there is nothing to say.

Then, there was the surprise that Ling Lingyi said.

In the Logistics Department's body collection team, those regular staff members are all re-employed retired law enforcement officers or law enforcement officers who were injured while performing their duties.

Even if something unexpected happened during the corpse collection process, he would be relatively safe with the help of a tall person. If they got along well, some people in the corpse collection team would not mind teaching him some real tricks.

"I understand, Zero Zero One, be there on time at one o'clock in the afternoon."

On the other side, the Law Enforcement Bureau.

"Zero Zero One, call the kid brother?"

"Well, I found him a part-time job."

Hearing this, the other five team members gave a thumbs up.

Why did everyone choose Zero One as the captain? Wasn't it because of his kindness? It's better to choose a kind-hearted person than a cold-hearted one.

Among the many teams in the Law Enforcement Bureau, there are captains who have abandoned their teammates and fled for their lives after a mission failed. Afterwards, they may be punished, but can the sacrificed team members be brought back to life?
In the afternoon, 12:50.

He Sheng arrived at the Law Enforcement Bureau ten minutes early, but who would have thought that Ling Lingyi was even more outrageous and was actually standing at the door waiting for him.

"Come with me."

The two men walked through the lobby of the Law Enforcement Bureau, twisted and turned out of the bureau, and walked to the door of another building.

"This is the logistics department. It's a little deserted, but it's good. It proves that there are no demonic disasters and no law enforcement officers have been sacrificed."

With a sigh, Ling Lingyi took him in to go through the formalities.

Even temporary workers have work badges.

Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to enter the door of the Law Enforcement Bureau.

"Keep your cell phone and uniform. Your cell phone needs to be able to communicate 24 hours a day. When you are on a mission, you need to wear a uniform. The uniform can provide protection against some cold weapons, which is better than nothing.

By the way, when you report to high school, you should choose the military department, right? If you choose the arts or science department, you can probably only work part-time on Saturdays and Sundays."

In response to Ling Lingyi's question, he nodded.

"Wuke!"

Only by choosing military science can you have plenty of time to do part-time work.

Compared with the liberal arts and science subjects, the military subjects are very leisurely.

Of course, that is for students who don't practice martial arts well.

In high school's military science class, the teachers won't care about you.

If you want to learn, then listen carefully.

Not learn?

If you don’t want to learn, then don’t learn.

However, it is not easy to get into the military class. You must meet the requirements. Otherwise, if you get a lot of people who don't study hard and just want to play all day, it will easily lead other students in the class astray.

According to the information he had read, to enter the martial arts class, one must meet two requirements. The first point is that one must reach the level of a first-class candidate warrior, which is the so-called Qi and blood value: 1.0. The second point is the minimum requirement of "Basic Boxing".

Two points are easy to understand. If you are not a first-level candidate warrior, it proves that your family is poor to a certain extent. Since ancient times, the poor are good at literature and the rich are good at martial arts. If you don't have money, don't practice martial arts, otherwise you will have no future.

Not poor?

Then you should not choose the martial arts class. Even though you are rich, your Qi and blood have not reached the level of 1.0, which proves that you really have no talent.

As for the mastery of "Basic Boxing", it depends on whether the students can endure hardships. There are a lot of hardships to endure in martial arts training. Without a strong heart, those who can't endure hardships can't go far.

The Qi and Blood value may be due to supplements and the family's wealth. Then the "Basic Boxing" mastery level cannot be accumulated by money, and without years of hard study and practice, there is no way to achieve mastery.

Having talent and being able to endure hardship, having money and being able to endure hardship, and having talent, money, and the ability to endure hardship are the criteria for dividing the levels of students in the military science class.

When he found out that being rich ranked before being talented, He Sheng felt that in any world, being rich is relatively more important.

Taking advantage of the last half month of the holiday, he started working part-time officially.

Perhaps out of respect for Ling Ling Yi, the captain of the corpse collection team of the logistics department asked him to be in charge of the night shift. The so-called duty was not patrolling, but responsible for communication and guarding.

The specific duties were to sit in front of the communication desk like an old man, waiting for law enforcement officers to call the corpse collection team. As for the money, it was naturally not 500 yuan an hour when on duty, but 50 yuan.

In addition, there is a regular member on duty every night. As for the regular members, they sleep in the communication hall every day. In other people's words, they may not encounter a few missions in a month.

Basically, even if there is a mission, the bodies need to be collected after midnight, and most of them are concentrated around 3 o'clock. During this time period, people sleep the deepest, and some guys are most diligent in doing bad things.

He Sheng worked from 8:00 p.m. to 8:00 a.m. every day, a total of twelve hours, and earned 600 yuan a day. What a lucrative job.

If you can hold on for a month, that’s a full 18,000!
Of course, that’s wishful thinking.

The captain took care of him, maybe it was because Ling Lingyi said hello and gave him a benefit. When he went to school, the benefit was gone. Fifteen days, there was still 9,000 yuan.

If you live frugally, it's enough for a year's living expenses.

Ling Ling Yi is a really nice person.

"You little brat, you practice boxing and martial arts every night." At one o'clock in the morning, the official member of the corpse collection team was awakened by the urge to urinate. He looked at the child who was practicing "Basic Boxing" with sleepy eyes and muttered.

At the beginning, the other party was really a little uncomfortable in the first few days, tossing and turning and unable to sleep. After all, who can fall asleep with a martial arts idiot Kuku boxing next to him?

However, due to his age and Ling Ling Yi's face, he didn't say anything. So, after a few days, he miraculously adapted to it.

At night, if there was no sound of fists, he would have trouble sleeping.

After going to the toilet, he came back and watched the vigorous "Basic Boxing" of this official member of the corpse collection team. Even though it was not the first time he saw him, he was still amazed.

"Mad, you have such a good understanding!"

To be a regular member of the Corpse Collection Team, one must be a Level 3 candidate warrior. After all, they are full of retired and injured law enforcement officers.

"Brother Liu."

"Brother Xiao, you really didn't waste any grain of rice in our brigade cafeteria."

The man surnamed Liu pointed at him, his face full of emotion.

The name "Little Brother" came from Ling Lingyi, and He Sheng's usual behavior was completely different from that of a normal first-year high school student. He spoke and acted in a more mature manner.

So the name of the corpse collection team spread, and everyone called him that. Even the auntie who served food in the cafeteria knew him.

Of course, the aunt who served the food did it because of his terrible appetite.

When on duty in the corpse collection team, I am in charge of dinner and breakfast.

Meal expenses and meals?

Gan!
He eats so fast and eats so much that he can eat as much as five people.

It's true that the corpse collection team is a public enterprise. The food is much better than what is sold in the market and has high nutritional value. The team leader has lamented more than once that 50 yuan an hour is too much. It would be fine if they just provided meals.

The meals he eats every day are not much less than his salary.

In the Western Federation, most of the rice, noodles, and vegetables on the market are not very nutritious and can only fill the stomachs of ordinary people. The truly nutritious rice, noodles, and vegetables are provided to the rich and public officials.

Therefore, in the past few days, He has become stronger at a speed visible to the naked eye. In the past, he was at most a normal physique among ordinary people, but now he has muscles in just a few days.

"Ling ring ring~~~"

In the communications room, dazzling lights were accompanied by a shrill alarm.

"Logistics Department, Logistics Department."

"Futaba District, Pedestrian Street."

I repeated this three times before I finally calmed down.

"Little brother, call someone."

Upon hearing this, He Sheng immediately slapped a red button that was half the size of an ordinary person's palm.

Afterwards, all members of the first team of the corpse collection team received text messages. If someone was in the dormitory, the dormitory would be just like the communication hall, with glaring lights and alarm bells to wake people up.

After a while, it took three minutes at most.

There are five people in a team, all gather together.

They took two explosion-proof vehicles and headed to the pedestrian street in Futaba District.

"Brother Liu, you said the part-time workers in the corpse collection team are paid so well, why don't they have so many temporary workers?"

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So you just practice boxing every day?

Besides, you feel that you are treated well because you are too poor, so poor that you haven’t used running water for eight years.

"Kid, those with money don't look down on you, and those with connections should go to a better department to work part-time. Besides, there is a threshold for the corpse collection team, and it must not be lower than the first-level candidate warrior. In addition, some people can't face the corpses of their own kind.

Even if someone with money and connections wants to join the corpse collection team and see blood, parents may not be willing to let their children come. As the saying goes, it is better to be safe than sorry. What if?
By then, your bright future will be ruined. It is much better for a decent person to study for a university quietly and honestly than to work part-time as a corpse collector."

I'm not serious?
Twenty minutes later, two explosion-proof vehicles arrived at the pedestrian street smoothly.

There are two teams of law enforcement officers on the street.

They were surrounding a dog the size of a tiger.

The dog's body was riddled with bullet holes.

In addition, there was another fully armed law enforcement officer. No, it should be said that there were two halves of the law enforcement officer. The lower half was scattered on the blood-stained ground, and the upper half was in the dog's mouth.

It looked like it was bitten in half.

"Condolences."

The captain of Team 1 said this and waved his hand. The corpse collectors, also fully armed, came on the scene and began to clean up. After about half an hour, the dead dog and the bodies of the law enforcement officers were loaded onto two explosion-proof vehicles and returned.

"Boy, are you daydreaming? This is your first time. Adjust your mindset. Tomorrow night, I will give you a day off and you can receive your allowance as usual." A team leader patted He Sheng on the shoulder.

It must be said that the people he met were quite human.

"Thank you Captain."

"Thanks for nothing. You're one of my teammates, so of course I have to take good care of you." The captain did not discriminate against him just because he was a temporary worker.

In fact, he was not in a daze, but reading the "Book of Punishment for Evil".

After several proofs, it was confirmed that the manual could not be seen by others.

Otherwise, he wouldn't dare to take out the booklet and read it in the car.

[The owner of the book helps the law enforcers collect the bodies, good deeds +3. ]

That’s right, there is actually a reward for collecting corpses, and it’s only two points lower than the last time you escaped death.

Damn, I love this sacred job of cleaning up the most, I would do it even if I’m not paid!
(End of this chapter)