NOVEL WEB The Reiki Era of the Powerful
Chapter 448 Death of the Corpse Carrier
Chapter 448 Death of the Corpse Carrier
The corpse transporter's body slowly leaned out to the outside of the tall building.
Although he looked terrified, his hands instinctively held on to the railing, so hard that his emaciated joints turned white, but he still slowly, slowly fell towards the direction of death.
The general manager and the security captain were still shouting something, but he was no longer willing to listen.
He rolled his eyes and slowly looked at the processing plant under the tall building.
There seemed to be a lot of people around.
It's just that the distance is a little far away, and the sky is a little dark, so he can't see who is who.
But he thought that most of them were corpse transporters, corpse sorters or technicians in the factory.
There should be quite a few of his acquaintances there.
But when the corpse transporter began to recall who was among his "acquaintances", he found that he seemed to be unable to remember clearly.
That's right, he is just a corpse transporter covered in corpse smell, the most disgusting existence in the factory, where can he have a real friend?
Those who are higher than him always hold their noses and walk away with disgust when they see them.
In fact, even among the corpse transporters, he is the lowest existence.
Because among the generally young and strong corpse carriers, his aging, weakness and weakness are so distinct.
Others only need to bend down to carry an adult's corpse onto the cart, but he can only squat down to carry it slowly, and even need some tools; others can protect the corpse well with both hands, And because he used tools, he often bumped the corpse and suffered unnecessary damage...
So he obviously works the longest hours every day, but the work efficiency is the lowest, the speed is the slowest, and the evaluation is also the lowest.
Since one day three months ago, since he accidentally sprained his foot once, he couldn't even reach the lowest D-level.
He is no longer qualified to be an employee of the processing plant.
He is useless.
The corpse transporter closed his eyes, and the wind blew across his cheeks.
For some reason, he thought of the puppy he had raised again.
In his life, the most memorable thing, apart from the small dormitory and the cold corpse, was the gentle evening wind that flowed through his fingers when he climbed Yunshan one night a few years ago.
That day he thought about ending his own life, but he picked up a lame puppy in the sunset, and he didn't know who threw it there, dying of hunger.
He took it back to the dormitory to raise it, and named it "Smelly".
In fact, Stinky is not smelly at all, and he seemed to be laughing at himself when he named it.
But it never dislikes itself.
Smelly is very easy to feed, as long as you feed it some leftovers every day, it will have a shiny coat, and it will be warm and soft when hugged.Every day when he went back to the dormitory, it would limp and hop over, and finally stop at his feet, wagging its tail vigorously.
But one day, the puppy was thrown downstairs and died.
When he found it, there was only a ball of hair lying in a pool of blood. After picking it up, it collapsed like dough, as if the bones were all broken.
The blood under it spread for a long distance, and it seemed to drag its broken body and crawled for a while, trying hard to go home, but it was unsuccessful and no one saw it.
If he died, would he be like that too?
Live worthlessly and die without sound.
...By the way, Smelly's favorite toy is a palm-sized scarecrow doll, which he puts in his pocket. I don't know if he will be dug out after death and thrown away like garbage.
...But, it doesn't matter.
Just like he looks at his own body after death.
It doesn't matter if it's dissected, organs removed, fermented, or incinerated.
He couldn't see it anyway.
Thinking about it this way, the corpse transporter seemed to suddenly feel that death was not so scary anymore.
So he let go of his hands, and jumped towards the wind that seemed to want to lift him into the sky, and whispered in the wind: "Forget it..."
Just like when he learned that after the man killed his puppy, he just said after a silence: "Forget it..."
"It's not a big deal even if you become a Class E! Don't jump!"
thump—
The corpse transporter's body fell heavily to the ground, like a heavy rag bag full of sundries.
Blood spread from under his body, slowly drawing a dark red shape along the neat masonry lines on the ground of the processing plant.
……
On the head of the corpse transporter and its body twisted at 90 degrees, the bright eyes are losing their energy a little bit.
The impact of the fall destroyed his whole body and organs, but his brain was well protected by the skull, and it took about 4 minutes from hypoxia to complete necrosis.
During this dying waking hour, he saw—
When he had just climbed to the top of the building, many people stopped curiously.
But after he really jumped down, many people shook their heads and walked away holding their noses, as if the death of a corpse transporter didn't deserve their attention, and it seemed that such reasons for suicide were commonplace in their eyes.
He saw-
A high-level manager in a suit and leather shoes stopped in front of his corpse for a few seconds, turned his head, and educated in a deep tone to the other corpse carriers who showed compassion: "Look, look .
"If you don't work hard to learn knowledge when you are young, you can only do this kind of hard work of carrying corpses; if you don't work hard to save money when you are young, you will find that you can't even pay the exemption fee when you are old.
"You guys, you must work hard and improve yourself, and you must not live like this old waste."
He saw-
The general manager of the processing plant he saw for the first time today ran out of the building in a hurry, looked at the corpse of the corpse transporter on the ground, and showed a nearly collapsed expression.
"Why? Why did you jump? Why did you choose to jump today?" The general manager who was still on the top of the building before persuading him not to jump had a sad face, "You just got your E-level evaluation today, and you have to wait until tomorrow, our personnel specialist. Only then can I officially dismiss you and turn you into a Class E person without a job!
"Just wait a day, wait a day!
"It's all right now. If you committed suicide by jumping off a building while you were working, our factory will have to pay a lot of fines!"
Each individual is a valuable asset to this country—or rather, a valuable asset belonging to the Peacock Royal Family.
Since the father of the current Holy King and the previous generation of Holy King, Sheng Ying, established the concept of "work-related injury and work-related death", every laborer is protected by national laws.
Once a laborer dies at work or suffers irreversible physical damage, his employer needs to pay a high fine to the Peacock Royal Family.
Since then, no capitalist has dared to oppress the employees under his command, but has to do his best to ensure their safety.
The general manager continued: "Also, even if you want to die, can't you choose a different way to kill yourself?
"The organs you pledged to the organ bank are guaranteed by our factory and have signed a gambling agreement.
"This jump, I don't know how much it will break, and our factory has to bear it!"
As the general manager spoke, he became angry again and couldn't help spitting at his corpse.
"Originally our factory's profit this month was quite good." The general manager said to his corpse, "But after paying your fine, it has to drop a lot.
"Maybe even I will be implicated by you and lose this month's A-level evaluation."
The potbellied man moaned and bemoaned his bad luck in taking office.
(End of this chapter)
The corpse transporter's body slowly leaned out to the outside of the tall building.
Although he looked terrified, his hands instinctively held on to the railing, so hard that his emaciated joints turned white, but he still slowly, slowly fell towards the direction of death.
The general manager and the security captain were still shouting something, but he was no longer willing to listen.
He rolled his eyes and slowly looked at the processing plant under the tall building.
There seemed to be a lot of people around.
It's just that the distance is a little far away, and the sky is a little dark, so he can't see who is who.
But he thought that most of them were corpse transporters, corpse sorters or technicians in the factory.
There should be quite a few of his acquaintances there.
But when the corpse transporter began to recall who was among his "acquaintances", he found that he seemed to be unable to remember clearly.
That's right, he is just a corpse transporter covered in corpse smell, the most disgusting existence in the factory, where can he have a real friend?
Those who are higher than him always hold their noses and walk away with disgust when they see them.
In fact, even among the corpse transporters, he is the lowest existence.
Because among the generally young and strong corpse carriers, his aging, weakness and weakness are so distinct.
Others only need to bend down to carry an adult's corpse onto the cart, but he can only squat down to carry it slowly, and even need some tools; others can protect the corpse well with both hands, And because he used tools, he often bumped the corpse and suffered unnecessary damage...
So he obviously works the longest hours every day, but the work efficiency is the lowest, the speed is the slowest, and the evaluation is also the lowest.
Since one day three months ago, since he accidentally sprained his foot once, he couldn't even reach the lowest D-level.
He is no longer qualified to be an employee of the processing plant.
He is useless.
The corpse transporter closed his eyes, and the wind blew across his cheeks.
For some reason, he thought of the puppy he had raised again.
In his life, the most memorable thing, apart from the small dormitory and the cold corpse, was the gentle evening wind that flowed through his fingers when he climbed Yunshan one night a few years ago.
That day he thought about ending his own life, but he picked up a lame puppy in the sunset, and he didn't know who threw it there, dying of hunger.
He took it back to the dormitory to raise it, and named it "Smelly".
In fact, Stinky is not smelly at all, and he seemed to be laughing at himself when he named it.
But it never dislikes itself.
Smelly is very easy to feed, as long as you feed it some leftovers every day, it will have a shiny coat, and it will be warm and soft when hugged.Every day when he went back to the dormitory, it would limp and hop over, and finally stop at his feet, wagging its tail vigorously.
But one day, the puppy was thrown downstairs and died.
When he found it, there was only a ball of hair lying in a pool of blood. After picking it up, it collapsed like dough, as if the bones were all broken.
The blood under it spread for a long distance, and it seemed to drag its broken body and crawled for a while, trying hard to go home, but it was unsuccessful and no one saw it.
If he died, would he be like that too?
Live worthlessly and die without sound.
...By the way, Smelly's favorite toy is a palm-sized scarecrow doll, which he puts in his pocket. I don't know if he will be dug out after death and thrown away like garbage.
...But, it doesn't matter.
Just like he looks at his own body after death.
It doesn't matter if it's dissected, organs removed, fermented, or incinerated.
He couldn't see it anyway.
Thinking about it this way, the corpse transporter seemed to suddenly feel that death was not so scary anymore.
So he let go of his hands, and jumped towards the wind that seemed to want to lift him into the sky, and whispered in the wind: "Forget it..."
Just like when he learned that after the man killed his puppy, he just said after a silence: "Forget it..."
"It's not a big deal even if you become a Class E! Don't jump!"
thump—
The corpse transporter's body fell heavily to the ground, like a heavy rag bag full of sundries.
Blood spread from under his body, slowly drawing a dark red shape along the neat masonry lines on the ground of the processing plant.
……
On the head of the corpse transporter and its body twisted at 90 degrees, the bright eyes are losing their energy a little bit.
The impact of the fall destroyed his whole body and organs, but his brain was well protected by the skull, and it took about 4 minutes from hypoxia to complete necrosis.
During this dying waking hour, he saw—
When he had just climbed to the top of the building, many people stopped curiously.
But after he really jumped down, many people shook their heads and walked away holding their noses, as if the death of a corpse transporter didn't deserve their attention, and it seemed that such reasons for suicide were commonplace in their eyes.
He saw-
A high-level manager in a suit and leather shoes stopped in front of his corpse for a few seconds, turned his head, and educated in a deep tone to the other corpse carriers who showed compassion: "Look, look .
"If you don't work hard to learn knowledge when you are young, you can only do this kind of hard work of carrying corpses; if you don't work hard to save money when you are young, you will find that you can't even pay the exemption fee when you are old.
"You guys, you must work hard and improve yourself, and you must not live like this old waste."
He saw-
The general manager of the processing plant he saw for the first time today ran out of the building in a hurry, looked at the corpse of the corpse transporter on the ground, and showed a nearly collapsed expression.
"Why? Why did you jump? Why did you choose to jump today?" The general manager who was still on the top of the building before persuading him not to jump had a sad face, "You just got your E-level evaluation today, and you have to wait until tomorrow, our personnel specialist. Only then can I officially dismiss you and turn you into a Class E person without a job!
"Just wait a day, wait a day!
"It's all right now. If you committed suicide by jumping off a building while you were working, our factory will have to pay a lot of fines!"
Each individual is a valuable asset to this country—or rather, a valuable asset belonging to the Peacock Royal Family.
Since the father of the current Holy King and the previous generation of Holy King, Sheng Ying, established the concept of "work-related injury and work-related death", every laborer is protected by national laws.
Once a laborer dies at work or suffers irreversible physical damage, his employer needs to pay a high fine to the Peacock Royal Family.
Since then, no capitalist has dared to oppress the employees under his command, but has to do his best to ensure their safety.
The general manager continued: "Also, even if you want to die, can't you choose a different way to kill yourself?
"The organs you pledged to the organ bank are guaranteed by our factory and have signed a gambling agreement.
"This jump, I don't know how much it will break, and our factory has to bear it!"
As the general manager spoke, he became angry again and couldn't help spitting at his corpse.
"Originally our factory's profit this month was quite good." The general manager said to his corpse, "But after paying your fine, it has to drop a lot.
"Maybe even I will be implicated by you and lose this month's A-level evaluation."
The potbellied man moaned and bemoaned his bad luck in taking office.
(End of this chapter)
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