NOVEL WEB The Reiki Era of the Powerful
Chapter 443 Human Corpse Processing Factory
Chapter 443 Human Corpse Processing Factory
Four p.m.
The designer named "Bowen" returned to the meeting point.
He looked around cautiously first, and slowly approached the bus he was about to take.But he didn't get into the car immediately, but wandered around the side of the car, as if looking at the scenery, until two people who knew him nodded to him, then he got into the car, and found own seat.
As soon as he sat down, the bus started.
A tourist sitting in the back row of the blog post said: "Hey, tour guide, there are fewer people! Where is the family of three in front of us? They haven't gotten into the car yet!"
"If it's less, it's less. What does it matter to me?" The tour guide didn't turn his head.
"You are a tour guide, how can you be so irresponsible!"
"You have the ability to sue me!"
The tourists in the back row were so anxious that they actually complained - the Peacock APP, which they were forced to install when they entered the country, had a one-click complaint function.
As soon as he submitted the complaint, the next second, the inorganic voice of the peacock rang in his headset: "Hello, dear tourist, your complaint number I-11230 has been reviewed and decided not to be accepted. You The behavior of the tour guide is in line with the norms. I wish you a pleasant trip."
Tourist: "..."
He was so angry that he almost threw his phone out: "Is there really no one here to deal with this crappy tour guide?!"
Bowen turned on his laptop, pretended to be working, and remained silent.
——Yes, the "blog" here is a real blog, a third-rate designer and intelligence agent.
His current task is to seriously play the role of "Bowen" when the boss is away, so as not to be noticed by Peacock.
…and another designer job to maintain yourself.
He turns on the computer.
Then he saw that "I" sent a series of greetings to Party A who was carefully serving him at some point: Am I a designer or are you a designer?May I not know how to design the best look?Want you to teach me how to do things?
Don't think about it, it must be the director of their family.
Bowen suddenly felt a little terrified - he himself had never dared to insult Party A's father like this.
Sure enough, after scrolling down a few more historical messages, he seemed to see Party A jumping into a rage through the network cable.
Party A: How did you talk?
Party A: Do you want more salary?
Party A:?
Party A: Do not speak?
After half an hour...
Party A: All right, all right, you are a designer, all right.
Party A: I admit that your design is reasonable, but I also have my reasons, I must cater to the market aesthetics.
after an hour……
Party A:?Really angry?No reply?
Party A: Hey, hey, it’s not okay if you don’t reply to the message. You promised me to hand over the design draft today.
Party A: If you don't pay, the boss will scold me. . .
Party A: Why bother to beat the workers? I won’t teach you how to do things in the future.
an hour and a half later...
Party A: Forget it, I have submitted your first draft of the design.
Three hours later...
Party A: Passed. . .
Party A: In the future, you should play freely.
Blog post: "..."
The great thing is that their director is great.
Professional PUA Party A for 100 years.
……
As for Yan Lvge himself, where is he now?
He is still in Duolang Shopping City.
It's just that he has changed his appearance a long time ago and turned into a cleaner in bright yellow overalls.
He took a rag, pushed the cleaning cart, and pretended to wipe the dust on the handrail. While wiping, he walked to the staff passage and stopped.
A salesman in a suit and tie is going through the turnstile.
When passing by the salesman, Yan Lige seemed to sideways to avoid, but actually blocked the camera on the roof of the corridor with the cleaning cart.
The moment the two intersected, the little fang spit out the original cleaner and swallowed the salesman, turning the host into a salesman in the blink of an eye.
The cleaner who was spit out stood there, looking at the gray-black rag in his hand, scratching his head, his eyes were confused.
He didn't notice anything unusual, but felt that the speed at which he wiped the handrail today seemed to be much faster than before.
Yan Lige, who switched to a salesman's vest, continued to move forward.
He was going to take the white deer to see those "donors", so he got this new task——
System task: walk.
Mission description: Go to the human corpse processing factory behind Duolang Shopping Mall.
Task Difficulty: Grade D.
Task time limit: 30 minutes.
Required price: 0 gold to 5 gold.
Task reward: Appreciate the fancy death of the corpses.
Although Yanlvge felt that this broken system misunderstood his aesthetics—he never felt that there was anything to appreciate about corpses—but overall, this task was quite simple.
When Yanlvge changed his identity for the third time, he had already left the scope of Duolang Shopping City, and transformed into a tall man in a white coat with a nameplate of "Human Corpse Processing Factory" pinned to his chest.
His current identity should be an employee of this "human corpse processing factory".
He looked around and found himself in what looked like a parking lot.
Different from ordinary parking lots, this well-ventilated open-air parking lot is always filled with a faint smell—the smell of corpses.
And the vehicles passing by, without exception, are small trucks with closed compartments-these are all corpse vehicles.
Those corpse vehicles are semi-automated intelligent facilities, and there is only one corpse transporter in each vehicle to assist in the operation.
Whenever the vehicle stopped, the body carrier would push out a cart covered with white cloth from the compartment, and then pull an empty cart.
When Yan Lige was looking around, he happened to meet a corpse transporter who was very close.
The corpse transporter had a hunchback figure, and his hair was half white. He seemed to be quite old, and it was very difficult to push the cart.
When pulling the cart down the slope, the latter's feet seemed to slip and he staggered.The cart lost control and rolled over.
The cart is heavy.
If it is a normal person, the first reaction at this moment may be to jump away from it far away, in case it crushes itself.
But the corpse transporter went in the opposite direction, pounced on the corpse transported on the cart.
Holding the corpse, he fell on his back.
The body was unharmed.
But the cart overturned on top of the corpse transporter.
The corpse transporter showed obvious pain on his face, but he still didn't let go of the corpse he was holding.
"You can't break the corpse, you can't break the corpse, you can't break the corpse." He murmured, as if he was a little dazed, "If you break the corpse, points will be deducted..."
He struggled to stand up, but tried several times, but failed.
Until a hand was stretched out in front of him.
(End of this chapter)
Four p.m.
The designer named "Bowen" returned to the meeting point.
He looked around cautiously first, and slowly approached the bus he was about to take.But he didn't get into the car immediately, but wandered around the side of the car, as if looking at the scenery, until two people who knew him nodded to him, then he got into the car, and found own seat.
As soon as he sat down, the bus started.
A tourist sitting in the back row of the blog post said: "Hey, tour guide, there are fewer people! Where is the family of three in front of us? They haven't gotten into the car yet!"
"If it's less, it's less. What does it matter to me?" The tour guide didn't turn his head.
"You are a tour guide, how can you be so irresponsible!"
"You have the ability to sue me!"
The tourists in the back row were so anxious that they actually complained - the Peacock APP, which they were forced to install when they entered the country, had a one-click complaint function.
As soon as he submitted the complaint, the next second, the inorganic voice of the peacock rang in his headset: "Hello, dear tourist, your complaint number I-11230 has been reviewed and decided not to be accepted. You The behavior of the tour guide is in line with the norms. I wish you a pleasant trip."
Tourist: "..."
He was so angry that he almost threw his phone out: "Is there really no one here to deal with this crappy tour guide?!"
Bowen turned on his laptop, pretended to be working, and remained silent.
——Yes, the "blog" here is a real blog, a third-rate designer and intelligence agent.
His current task is to seriously play the role of "Bowen" when the boss is away, so as not to be noticed by Peacock.
…and another designer job to maintain yourself.
He turns on the computer.
Then he saw that "I" sent a series of greetings to Party A who was carefully serving him at some point: Am I a designer or are you a designer?May I not know how to design the best look?Want you to teach me how to do things?
Don't think about it, it must be the director of their family.
Bowen suddenly felt a little terrified - he himself had never dared to insult Party A's father like this.
Sure enough, after scrolling down a few more historical messages, he seemed to see Party A jumping into a rage through the network cable.
Party A: How did you talk?
Party A: Do you want more salary?
Party A:?
Party A: Do not speak?
After half an hour...
Party A: All right, all right, you are a designer, all right.
Party A: I admit that your design is reasonable, but I also have my reasons, I must cater to the market aesthetics.
after an hour……
Party A:?Really angry?No reply?
Party A: Hey, hey, it’s not okay if you don’t reply to the message. You promised me to hand over the design draft today.
Party A: If you don't pay, the boss will scold me. . .
Party A: Why bother to beat the workers? I won’t teach you how to do things in the future.
an hour and a half later...
Party A: Forget it, I have submitted your first draft of the design.
Three hours later...
Party A: Passed. . .
Party A: In the future, you should play freely.
Blog post: "..."
The great thing is that their director is great.
Professional PUA Party A for 100 years.
……
As for Yan Lvge himself, where is he now?
He is still in Duolang Shopping City.
It's just that he has changed his appearance a long time ago and turned into a cleaner in bright yellow overalls.
He took a rag, pushed the cleaning cart, and pretended to wipe the dust on the handrail. While wiping, he walked to the staff passage and stopped.
A salesman in a suit and tie is going through the turnstile.
When passing by the salesman, Yan Lige seemed to sideways to avoid, but actually blocked the camera on the roof of the corridor with the cleaning cart.
The moment the two intersected, the little fang spit out the original cleaner and swallowed the salesman, turning the host into a salesman in the blink of an eye.
The cleaner who was spit out stood there, looking at the gray-black rag in his hand, scratching his head, his eyes were confused.
He didn't notice anything unusual, but felt that the speed at which he wiped the handrail today seemed to be much faster than before.
Yan Lige, who switched to a salesman's vest, continued to move forward.
He was going to take the white deer to see those "donors", so he got this new task——
System task: walk.
Mission description: Go to the human corpse processing factory behind Duolang Shopping Mall.
Task Difficulty: Grade D.
Task time limit: 30 minutes.
Required price: 0 gold to 5 gold.
Task reward: Appreciate the fancy death of the corpses.
Although Yanlvge felt that this broken system misunderstood his aesthetics—he never felt that there was anything to appreciate about corpses—but overall, this task was quite simple.
When Yanlvge changed his identity for the third time, he had already left the scope of Duolang Shopping City, and transformed into a tall man in a white coat with a nameplate of "Human Corpse Processing Factory" pinned to his chest.
His current identity should be an employee of this "human corpse processing factory".
He looked around and found himself in what looked like a parking lot.
Different from ordinary parking lots, this well-ventilated open-air parking lot is always filled with a faint smell—the smell of corpses.
And the vehicles passing by, without exception, are small trucks with closed compartments-these are all corpse vehicles.
Those corpse vehicles are semi-automated intelligent facilities, and there is only one corpse transporter in each vehicle to assist in the operation.
Whenever the vehicle stopped, the body carrier would push out a cart covered with white cloth from the compartment, and then pull an empty cart.
When Yan Lige was looking around, he happened to meet a corpse transporter who was very close.
The corpse transporter had a hunchback figure, and his hair was half white. He seemed to be quite old, and it was very difficult to push the cart.
When pulling the cart down the slope, the latter's feet seemed to slip and he staggered.The cart lost control and rolled over.
The cart is heavy.
If it is a normal person, the first reaction at this moment may be to jump away from it far away, in case it crushes itself.
But the corpse transporter went in the opposite direction, pounced on the corpse transported on the cart.
Holding the corpse, he fell on his back.
The body was unharmed.
But the cart overturned on top of the corpse transporter.
The corpse transporter showed obvious pain on his face, but he still didn't let go of the corpse he was holding.
"You can't break the corpse, you can't break the corpse, you can't break the corpse." He murmured, as if he was a little dazed, "If you break the corpse, points will be deducted..."
He struggled to stand up, but tried several times, but failed.
Until a hand was stretched out in front of him.
(End of this chapter)
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