Tianjin, starting with unorthodox methods to achieve immortality

Chapter 271: He was exiled.

Chen Mo stood up, paced back and forth in front of the bed, his gaze falling on the two dark purple dead eggs on the left, and suddenly smiled.

When did I become such a conflicted person?

He reached out and put the vengeful spirit's heart into his storage space, then retrieved the two dead eggs.

The eggshell felt cool to the touch, and the ring-shaped patterns shone slightly in the palm of the hand.

That craving instantly burned from my stomach to my throat, and my saliva started flowing like crazy again.

Chen Mo gritted his teeth, put one of the pills back on the corner of the bed, and kept only one in his hand.

Eat one first.

If something goes wrong, at least there's still one left.

He rubbed the eggshell twice with his fingertips, then put it in his mouth and took a bite.

Warm juice gushed out.

The juice is like egg white, but stickier, with a faint sweet and fishy smell.

It slid across my tongue and went down my throat with a gulp.

Immediately afterwards, a soft, mushy thing slid into my mouth.

It crumbles at the slightest touch of the teeth, as soft as a half-cooked egg yolk, yet with a hint of crunchy bone.

It's very tender, requiring almost no chewing; it melts in your mouth with just a touch of your tongue.

Interspersed among them were a few bones that were not yet fully formed, which made a slight crunching sound when bitten.

Chen Mo swallowed what was in his mouth in a few gulps, licked his lips with his tongue, and rolled the remaining sweet and fishy taste into his mouth.

Hmm, it doesn't taste as bad as I imagined.

It's like eating live pearls; it has a slightly fishy smell.

He smacked his lips and turned his gaze to another one.

Since we're going to eat it anyway, let's just finish it all.

After hesitating for a moment, Chen Mo reached out and scooped up the one from the corner of the bed, then put it to his mouth and cracked open the shell.

The juice from this dead egg was thicker than the first one, and a little of the purplish-black liquid trickled down the corner of my mouth.

Chen Mo didn't bother wiping it off; he tilted his head back and swallowed all the juice.

It was swallowed clean in just a few bites.

After waiting for the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, just when he thought it had no effect, a warm sensation suddenly came from his stomach.

It then spreads rapidly outward from the stomach wall.

Chen Mo looked down at his abdomen. There was nothing unusual under his clothes, but the spreading sensation was becoming clearer and clearer.

Soon, the warmth turned into a burning heat.

It felt as if my internal organs were being slowly roasted over a low flame, causing a burning pain.

It starts in the stomach, burns upwards to the heart, and then sinks downwards to the lower abdomen.

Chen Mo bent down, one hand supporting himself on the edge of the bed, a fine layer of sweat beading on his forehead.

"Damn, did you eat something bad?"

Just as he was about to use his magic to resist, the pain began to gradually subside within a few breaths.

The burning heat turned into a warm heat, and soon after, it became a comforting warmth, eventually sinking deep into the internal organs.

Chen Mo slowly straightened up and noticed that his breathing had changed.

When he inhaled, the airflow could sink all the way to the deepest part of his abdomen without any obstruction. He raised his hand and touched the pulse of his left wrist. The pulse under his fingertips was much slower than usual, but each beat was firm and powerful.

Most importantly, he could feel the presence of his own organs.

It's a very strange feeling.

Normally, people cannot feel their internal organs.

Even without entering his inner vision or using his divine sense, Chen Mo could clearly perceive their state at this moment.

Heart, lungs, stomach, liver, kidneys...

Each organ has its own location, they do not interfere with each other, yet they are interconnected.

It seems that the previous divine molt strengthened his physical body, while these two dead eggs strengthened his internal organs.

Chen Mo closed his eyes and sensed for a while, and only after confirming that there were no other abnormalities in his body did he breathe a sigh of relief.

Just then, a fluctuation suddenly came from the depths of his mind.

He quickly immersed himself in it.

On the surface of the Moonlight Mirror, a thin layer of black mist was being gradually swallowed up by the clear light.

The black mist churned a few times in reluctance, but ultimately could not resist and was completely dissolved by the clear light.

The mirror cleared again, reflecting his own blurry outline.

Chen Mo opened his eyes and realized what had just happened.

Something from the spider egg entered his body along with the fluid.

But it was intercepted by the Moonlight Treasure Mirror.

That black mist was probably the pollution from an evil god.

He stood in front of the bed, his back soaked with cold sweat.

He had seen the appearance of the black mist clearly just now.

Although it only lasted a few breaths, it was completely dissipated by the clear light of the Moon Mirror.

But in that brief moment, Chen Mo could clearly sense the malice within that thing.

The black mist didn't seem like an inanimate object; it was more like a sentient, living thing...

He rubbed his face vigorously, drying the cold sweat from his palms.

To be honest, he did consider the possibility of problems when he swallowed those two spider eggs.

After all, nothing associated with evil gods is normal.

He dared to eat it because he knew that the Moon Essence Mirror was suppressing it in his sea of ​​consciousness.

Without this advantage, he would never have touched those two dead eggs, even if you beat him to death.

But even so, there's still a lingering sense of unease.

He wasn't entirely certain whether the Moon Essence Mirror could block all pollution.

Just because we've managed to block it the last few times doesn't mean we can block it next time.

"So you still can't be a gambler."

Chen Mo muttered to himself, walked to the window, and pushed the window sash open a crack.

It was completely dark outside, and a few barks could be faintly heard in the distance.

There was a damp, earthy smell in the air, as if it was about to rain.

The next morning, before dawn, a light drizzle began to fall outside.

Raindrops pattered against the glass window beside the bed, making a soft, rhythmic sound.

Chen Mo let out a long breath and stood up to stretch his limbs.

Despite meditating and cultivating all night, he felt more energetic than if he had just taken a nap.

The fusion of the Yin energy and the Black Dragon's evil energy in the dantian has accelerated even further.

At this rate, in five months, the two will be able to completely merge into one and advance to the mid-stage of the Qi Condensation Realm.

He didn't know whether the speed was fast or slow.

Looking out at the gloomy sky, Chen Mo took out his pocket watch and checked the time; it was just past seven o'clock.

After resting for so long, it's time to go back to work.

After washing up in the bathroom, he returned to his room, took out his police uniform, quickly put it on, and left with his standard-issue sword and umbrella.

The alleyway was wet with rainwater, reflecting the dim light of the sky.

Aunt Zhou, who runs the grocery store across the street, had just opened her door when she saw him come out and waved to him from afar.

Chen Mo, holding up his umbrella, waved to her and walked along East Street toward the Inspection Bureau.

It takes about ten minutes to walk from where he lives to the East District Inspection Bureau; even on a rainy day, it takes less than fifteen minutes.

It would be even faster if we were driving.

However, his Ford is still parked in the Li family's garage and he hasn't had time to retrieve it.

After passing through two old streets and turning into a slightly wider alley, the gray brick courtyard came into view in the distance.

The East District Inspection Bureau has a small storefront with a white sign with black lettering hanging at the entrance, which reads "East District Inspection Bureau".

The two inspectors standing guard at the entrance, dressed in black uniforms, nodded slightly in greeting when they saw him approaching.

Chen Mo closed his umbrella, shook off the rain, and walked straight towards Zhou Peiwen's office.

He had just returned to his post after being suspended from duty and needed to report to Deputy Director Zhou, who was in charge, first.

When he arrived at the door, he raised his hand and knocked twice.

Two seconds later, a deep voice came from inside.

"Come in."

Pushing open the door, I found the office filled with smoke.

Zhou Peiwen sat behind his desk, looking down at a document.

On the table sat a steaming covered bowl of tea, next to a blue-and-white porcelain ashtray piled with several cigarette butts.

"Xiao Chen is here, please have a seat."

He looked up, took off his glasses, wiped the lenses with a cloth, and pointed to the chair opposite him with his right hand.

Chen Mo sat down in the chair and leaned his sword against the table.

"How have you been lately? Are you feeling alright?"

Zhou Peiwen put his glasses back on and looked him up and down. "You didn't look too good when you came back from what happened in the Japanese concession last time."

"It's nothing." Chen Mo smiled and didn't say anything more.

He nodded and took a brown paper envelope from the drawer, pushing it towards him.

"Your salary from last month was one hundred dollars. Count it."

"And this..." Zhou Peiwen took out a palm-sized card from the drawer. It was stamped with the red seal of the Zhenyi Division, and a line of small print on the front read, "Merit Point Record".

The number "three hundred" was written on the back, and it was filled in neatly with a brush.

"The assignment in the Japanese concession has been approved by the higher-ups; it's worth 300 merit points."

Zhou Peiwen picked up the covered teacup and took a sip. "It's already been registered in the headquarters' account. This is the stub; keep it safe."

Chen Mo took the envelope and cardboard card, and roughly counted the silver dollars inside the envelope: one hundred, no more, no less.

Three hundred merit points isn't a lot, but it's still a decent amount of money.

"Thank you for your hard work, Director Zhou," Chen Mo said.

He waved his hand, put down his teacup, leaned back in his chair, and tapped his index finger lightly twice on the table.

Chen Mo had seen this gesture several times. Every time this person made this gesture, it wasn't so easy for them to start talking.

Sure enough, he hesitated for a moment before speaking: "Xiao Chen, I called you here today for two reasons: first, to give you something, and second, to tell you something."

"Please speak."

"Director Wang said that the logistics department is short-staffed recently and needs a few more people to help out."

When Zhou Peiwen said this, his gaze was not on him, but on the ashtray on the table. "He asked you to be temporarily transferred from the third squad to the logistics department to help out for a while."

Chen Mo didn't speak, waiting for him to finish.

"The timing is uncertain. Once the logistics department has recruited enough people, you can be transferred back."

Having said all that, Chen Mo already understood most of it.

This kind of transfer, to put it nicely, is helping out; to put it bluntly, it's being banished.

Within the audit bureau's operational system, logistics is the least lucrative area.

Running errands, taking stock of supplies, and moving equipment—it was all hard labor, and the merit points couldn't compare to those of the frontline action team.

"Director Wang?" Chen Mo pointed to the next room and asked in a low voice.

Zhou Peiwen did not deny it, but picked up the covered bowl of tea and took a sip, which was taken as an admission.

"When he brought it up, I argued a couple of times on your behalf."

"I said you're a key member of the third team, you've made several major contributions, it wouldn't make sense to transfer you to the logistics department..."

"It doesn't matter."

Chen Mo shrugged. "Logistics it is, I'll do it for a while."

Zhou Peiwen glanced at him, seemingly trying to glean something from his face.

"You really don't mind?"

"What's there to mind?"

Chen Mo smiled and said, "Anyway, the merit points of the Inspection Bureau and the Town Strange Division are shared. I can accumulate points no matter where I work. The logistics department accumulates them a little slower, but it's not like they don't give them to me."

These words were spoken frankly, and Zhou Peiwen's tense shoulders visibly relaxed after hearing them.

"You're quite optimistic." He picked up his teacup again, his tone tinged with relief. "Then I'll have to make do with you for now. Go work in logistics, and I'll keep an eye on things here. I'll transfer you back as soon as there's an opportunity."

"become."

Chen Mo stood up, picked up the horizontal sword that was leaning against the table, and hung it back on his waist.

"Who should we contact for logistics?"

"Go to that big room on the east side and find Old Sun, the logistics director," Zhou Peiwen said, then suddenly remembered something, "Oh, and don't do anything rash over there."

"Xiao Zhang from the fifth team was involved in assaulting someone in the logistics department, and as a result, he was sent back to headquarters."

"Um?"

"He's like you, helping out in logistics. I heard he got into a conflict with the people there."

"Young people have short tempers and couldn't hold back, so they resorted to violence."

He sighed softly, gave Chen Mo a long, meaningful look, and said, "Our Director Wang is a new official, so you'd better behave yourself and not cause any trouble."

"I understand, thank you, Director Zhou."

Chen Mo nodded, said nothing more, and walked out of the door.

The hallway was much cooler than the office, and the rain was much heavier than before.

He had passed by that big house on the east side several times before.

The door was always half-open, and inside were piles of boxes and wooden shelves, with a mixed smell of leather and metal.

Chen Mo closed his umbrella, shook off the water outside the door, and walked in sideways.

The logistics building was larger than he had imagined, with a depth of twenty or thirty meters. Wooden shelves, as tall as a person, were stacked against the walls on both sides, and the shelves were filled with all sorts of things.

On the left are weapons: broadswords, short swords, crossbows, and some strange weapons whose names I don't know.

In the middle of the room was a passageway, with several large wooden crates that had not yet been opened on the ground.

Seven or eight people were walking around the room. Some were moving boxes, some were counting supplies, and two were squatting on the ground repairing a broken crossbow.

Chen Mo glanced around and recognized two or three familiar faces.

These people were wearing police inspection uniforms, but they were all huddled in this big room doing odd jobs. Most of them, like him, had been sent here.

He didn't rush to find someone to report for duty; he stood at the door for a while longer.

Upon closer inspection, one could immediately discern something significant.

There are two types of people working inside the house.

One type is someone who counts supplies next to the wooden frame, holding an account book and pen, counting and taking notes as they go, and occasionally directing others to move things.

He was wearing a gray short-sleeved jacket with a brass badge from the logistics department pinned to his chest, clearly indicating that he was one of their own.

Another type is the box mover, carrying wooden crates from the doorway into the house, or taking old equipment off the shelves and rearranging them.

These people wore all sorts of uniforms, some in black inspector uniforms and others in gray overalls.

The division of labor between these two types of people is quite interesting.

The logistics staff, wearing gray short jackets, do all the easy jobs.

The person in charge of taking accounts sits at the table and simply writes a few words.

The supervisor patrolled back and forth with his hands behind his back, without even having to stretch out his hands.

The inspection team members who came to help were carrying all large items.

A young man from the fifth squad, who looked to be only eighteen or nineteen years old, carried a wooden box about half his height in through the door, with veins bulging on his forehead.

Chen Mo withdrew his gaze and sighed inwardly.

They're not here to help; they're here to do hard labor.

Damn it, I suddenly want to kill that guy surnamed Wang.

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