I work as a security guard at a cemetery, and I overhear the dead chatting about getting rich quick.

The next morning, Lin Ye ate breakfast obediently.

Soy milk, eggs, and two steamed buns.

He even took an extra fried dough stick.

It's not that my appetite suddenly improved.

The last part of Han Xu's notice last night said: Participation on an empty stomach is prohibited.

For any of the seven points specifically highlighted, there is likely a tragic story behind them.

At nine o'clock in the morning, Lin Ye arrived at B7-204 on time.

This isn't a training session.

The room was small, with gray-white walls and cold lighting.

A metal table was placed in the middle.

There was a silver-gray box on the table.

Next to the box was a white isolation tray.

The tray was covered with a transparent cover, and an old copper coin was pressed down inside.

The copper coin was so black it looked like it was grime, with a corner missing from the edge. It looked no different from the kind of thing you'd find for ten yuan a bunch at a secondhand market.

Cheng Fang stood by the table.

Tang Zhi sat in the back row, holding an energy bar. Xu Mian sat in the corner, clutching documents. Qin Zhao stood against the wall, his expression still cold.

When Lin Ye entered, Tang Zhi looked up at him.

Have you had breakfast?

"have eaten."

"Good, we don't need to carry them away at the start today."

Lin Ye sat down.

"Your Group Two has a really unique way of encouraging people."

Tang Zhi smiled.

Cheng Fang tapped on the table.

The room quieted down.

He skipped the pleasantries and went straight to the point.

"Today we'll talk about the first piece of common sense for fieldwork."

"Unknown magical artifact, do not make direct contact."

Lin Ye looked at the old copper coins in the tray.

"That's it?"

"right."

Cheng Fang said, "The teaching sample has been rated as low risk."

He paused for a moment.

"But low risk does not mean safe."

Lin Ye didn't reply.

Cheng Fang continued, "It circulated in the antique market for three months before."

"Ten people have been contacted."

"Six people lost everything, three jumped off buildings, and one went missing."

Lin Ye's expression slowly returned to normal.

When he looked at the copper coin again, his eyes were different.

It's too ordinary.

It's so ordinary that if it were placed on a secondhand stall, he probably wouldn't even bother to glance at it before.

Cheng Fang picked up the black pliers from the table.

"Low risk means that under controllable conditions, it is not likely to cause large-scale casualties."

"It's not that it won't harm people."

He opened the transparent cover and used pliers to clamp the copper coin.

The movements were slow and steady.

"When ordinary people encounter it, their greed is amplified."

"Especially those who are short of money, want to turn their lives around, or want to get rich overnight."

Tang Zhi glanced at Lin Ye.

Lin Ye also looked at her.

Tang Zhi immediately shrugged: "I didn't say that."

Lin Ye did not reply.

That's a very apt statement.

Cheng Fang put the copper coins into the silver-gray box.

The inside of the box has a dark pattern, like a fine net, pressing against the bottom and sides. The inside of the lid is inlaid with a grayish-white material; it's unclear whether it's jade or something else.

"These are seven basic storage boxes."

Cheng Fang fastened the first lock.

Click.

"The first step in discovering a suspected magical artifact is not to conduct research."

"It's quarantine."

The second layer of latches is down.

Click.

"The second step is to confirm whether it has affected those who have been in contact with it."

The third layer of locking is engaged.

The sound was very soft.

"The third step is registration, transfer, and handover to the sealing area."

Cheng Fang pushed the sealed box to the center of the table.

"You can't use your hands to hold it."

"No close-fitting clothes allowed."

"Don't put it in your pocket just because it looks like an ordinary antique."

Lin Ye's eyelids twitched slightly.

These words sound like they all refer to his previous work habits.

Cheng Fang glanced at him.

"Especially you."

Lin Ye remained silent for two seconds.

"Good, precision strike."

Cheng Fang didn't take his joke seriously.

"The methods you used to use for picking up bargains will easily backfire if applied to fieldwork."

Lin Ye thought about it and didn't refute it.

snuff bottle.

Stamp album.

Antique bottle.

Old copper parts.

Various small items of dubious origin.

He used to think he was getting a bargain.

Looking back now, some of those actions really did seem like fleecing the King of Hell at his doorstep.

He asked, "What if someone has already touched it?"

Cheng Fang said: "Quarantine."

"Those who have been in contact with the infected person may have already been affected."

"Some people will hide it, some will try to take it back, and some will feel that it was originally theirs."

Lin Ye looked at the sealed box.

"Therefore, you can't trust the first reaction of someone who has been in contact with the infected person."

"You can't trust your first reaction either."

Cheng Fang said, "Yes."

Just then, Lin Ye felt a slight twitch beside his ear.

Very fine.

It sounded like someone whispered a laugh in his ear.

The sealed box has been closed.

That old copper coin was neither visible nor tangible.

But the sound still managed to escape.

"Didn't you want to get rich?"

Lin Ye's fingers paused slightly.

The voice didn't belong to any specific person.

It's more like the suppressed thoughts of countless people in a flea market.

Let's take another gamble.

The next one will definitely be real.

It was so close.

Turning things around is just around the corner.

Lin Ye did not respond.

I didn't continue listening.

He leaned back a little.

Cheng Fang saw his actions.

Did you hear that?

Lin Ye nodded.

Tang Zhi stopped biting the energy bar.

Xu Mian looked up from behind the documents.

Qin Zhao also looked over.

Cheng Fang asked, "What did it say?"

Lin Ye remained silent for a few seconds.

It asked me if I wanted to get rich.

The room fell silent.

Tang Zhi said in a low voice, "This thing is quite picky about who it is."

She paused, then added, "It's not that it's mocking you, it's just that it's very good at judging people."

Lin Ye looked at the sealed box on the table.

The silver-gray box remained quiet.

It didn't move.

There is no light.

It doesn't seem like something that could harm people.

But it once dragged ten people into a pit of greed.

Just now, it accurately hit the very thing he had wanted most in the past.

Get rich.

Get rich overnight.

roll over.

Lin Ye had certainly thought about it before.

He was terrified of being poor.

Later, after listening to the conversations of the dead, he realized that he had made money for the first time by finding clues, and he truly felt that God had finally opened his eyes.

But things are different now.

Money is still a good thing.

But will Zhuyin let him go just because he's rich?

The physical examination report with seven unsatisfactory results will not automatically become acceptable just because your bank account balance increases.

Cheng Fang looked at him.

"Do you want to?"

Lin Ye raised his eyes.

"I used to think so."

"And now?"

"Right now, I just want to become stronger."

Cheng Fang did not respond immediately this time.

A few seconds later, Cheng Fang took out a table and placed it in front of him.

"Write a record."

Lin Ye looked down.

The header reads:

Records of temporary sealing of a suspected magical artifact.

The following columns are:

Location of discovery.

Appearance description.

Contact persons.

Abnormal reaction.

Sealing method.

Storage time.

Temporary judgment.

Lin Ye picked up his pen.

My hands are still sore, but they're a bit steadyer than yesterday.

He looked up and asked, "I have to write this too?"

"right."

Cheng Fang said, "You must record everything you hear, see, and judge."

"Others might live off this piece of paper."

Lin Ye looked at the table.

This statement is more useful than "You'll die if you write it wrong".

He lowered his head and began to write.

Location of discovery: Teaching sample B7-204.

Appearance description: Old copper coin, blackened, with missing edges.

Contact persons: No direct contact.

Abnormal reaction: Induces the desire to get rich, suspected to be targeting people who are short of money, greedy, or have the mentality of turning their lives around.

Storage method: basic storage box, three-layer locking, no bare hands contact.

Preliminary assessment: Low risk, direct contact is not permitted.

As I wrote the last line, the sealed box suddenly made a soft sound.

Ding.

It was like a coin hitting the side of a box.

Lin Ye's pen stopped.

The sound was very soft.

In the past, he would definitely have continued listening.

What else might it say?

Listen for any clues inside.

They were listening to see if they could find an opportunity to make money.

But this time, he didn't look up.

No response either.

He continued writing the last two words.

contact.

The sealed box fell silent.

Cheng Fang took the record sheet and looked it over.

"qualified."

Lin Ye breathed a sigh of relief.

Tang Zhi clapped quietly from the back row.

"Congratulations, your portion wasn't taken away today."

Lin Ye turned to look at her.

"This standard sounds too low."

Qin Zhao said coldly, "It suits you."

Lin Ye wanted to reply, but after thinking about it, he held back.

Save energy.

Cheng Fang put the record sheet into the folder.

"I arrived here this morning."

Lin Ye was stunned.

"So fast?"

Tang Zhi trailed off, "This is the first time I've heard someone complain that Captain Cheng got out of class too early."

Cheng Fang looked at Lin Ye.

"You have recovery training this afternoon."

Lin Ye: "..."

He knew it.

Cheng Fang put the sealed box into the metal cabinet.

As the cabinet door closed, a very soft sound came from inside.

Ding.

Lin Ye did not turn back this time.

Cheng Fang saw it.

He didn't praise it, he just said, "Two o'clock in the afternoon, negative seven."

When Lin Ye stood up, his legs were still a little sore.

As he reached the door, Cheng Fang suddenly called out to him.

"Firearms training tomorrow morning."

Lin Ye paused in his steps.

"firearms?"

Cheng Fang said, "Your records are blank regarding firearms."

Lin Ye remained silent for two seconds.

"The most I've ever touched before was a toy water gun."

Tang Zhi peeked out from behind.

"That's good, at least we know where to pull the trigger."

As Qin Zhao passed by Lin Ye, he coldly tossed out a sentence:

"I hope you don't cut yourself."

Holding the documents, Xu Mian added in a low voice, "The firearms department has accidental injury insurance."

As Lin Ye watched them walk out one by one, he suddenly felt that this attempt at comfort sounded even worse.

At 3 p.m. sharp, he went to the seventh basement level.

Cheng Fang said it was a recovery training session, and the content was indeed half as light as yesterday's.

Jogging, stretching, core stability, short-distance weightlifting.

Each one sounds mild.

But Lin Ye soon discovered that the so-called "lightness" in the seven places was not measured in the same unit as the "lightness" of a normal person.

By the time he reached the third set, his legs were already starting to feel unsteady.

When I do a plank, my arms shake so badly it feels like someone has secretly turned on the vibration mode.

Tang Zhi squatted down beside her, keeping track of the time, growing more and more silent as she watched.

"Lin Ye, your core strength..."

Lin Ye gritted his teeth: "What?"

Tang Zhi thought for a moment and said tactfully, "It's quite abstract."

Qin Zhao, passing by, added, "It looks like boiled noodles."

Xu Mian, holding the recorder, whispered a reminder: "Your heart rate is rising again."

Cheng Fang glanced at the data.

"Last set, stop when you're done."

Lin Ye nodded.

He originally intended to hold on until the end.

It really is just one last set.

But the moment he stood up, the lights in the training field suddenly flickered.

The sounds around me gradually faded into the distance.

The whistle, the footsteps, and Tang Zhi's voice calling him all sounded as if they had been soaked in water.

The black bracelet vibrated again.

Lin Ye had only one thought in his mind.

Not really.

Come again?

The next second, his knees buckled and he fell to the side.

This time, Cheng Fang reacted even faster, reaching out to support his shoulder and placing him on the mat.

Tang Zhi squatted down, her expression complex.

"He's been brought in for the second time."

Qin Zhao stood to the side and glanced at Lin Ye.

"Perform consistently."

Xu Mian had already run off to call for medical assistance.

Lin Ye lay on the mat, his vision blurring intermittently.

He wanted to say that he was fine.

But his lips moved, and in the end he only managed to squeeze out one sentence:

"Tomorrow is gun class...can I sit down during the class?"

Tang Zhi couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Cheng Fang looked down at him.

"able."

Lin Ye just wanted to breathe a sigh of relief.

Cheng Fang added, "But you have to stay awake first."

Lin Ye closed his eyes.

well.

Lesson 3 hasn't started yet.

He had already sensed the difficulty beforehand.