Chapter 15 Incinerator, Gift
The onboarding process is simple.
Just fill out an information form, a hazardous consent form, and that's it.
I voluntarily accept the cremation work and agree to bear all risks involved in the work.
Signed by: Feng Mu Date of Signature: March 22, 233
A very brief one-line explanation, signed with a red fingerprint.
"In my previous life, the Danger Consent Form at least informed me of the dangers. I won't explain it here. That's not right. The word 'everything' is enough. Hehe~"
Feng Mu turned his head and glanced at Wang Jian, but the latter didn't think there was anything wrong.
This is the awakening of the white-collar people.
"Apart from pollution and disease, are there any other risks in cremating corpses?" Feng Mu did not ask Wang Jian, as he felt that the latter was not clear either.
"Forget it. Who allowed the evil corpse to burn out the fragments of Yinsha Jiuyou Evil Iron? Some unknown risks are not unbearable." Feng Mu could only put this problem behind him for the time being.
Wang Jian was very happy that Feng Mu came to keep him company, and he took Feng Mu around the factory.
"There are nine areas in the factory, marked with numbers. Areas 1 and 2 are for cremation, area 3 is for storing bodies, areas 4 to 6 are for burning pollutants, area 7 is for quarantine, and I don't know what areas are 8 and 9."
Wang Jian kept introducing,
"In short, our daily job is to move the corpses from No. 3 and burn them in an empty incinerator at No. 1 or No. 2."
"Other areas have nothing to do with us, and we are not allowed to enter."
Feng Mu listened quietly, and his suspicion gradually grew in his heart: "It's just an incinerator, why is it regulated like a military factory?"
Of course, he was just confused, not curious, and had no desire to explore.
He thought: "No secrets have anything to do with me. I just want to quietly burn corpses and open [blind boxes] every day."
Cremating corpses is a purely physical job that requires no technical skills and can be done by simply wearing a mask.
A total of three corpses were burned in the morning.
Their bodies varied in size. One had a head that was split into a trumpet-shaped shape, one had a tumor on its back, and one had a sunken human face on its chest.
The common point is that you can vaguely see the outline of a human figure, and none of them were shipped, only a pool of white ash was left.
Feng Mu and Wang Jian both showed a hint of disappointment on their faces.
"Generally, one black core can be found in 10 bodies, and it can be sold for dozens to hundreds of dollars on the black market depending on its quality. Don't worry, next time I find one, I'll take you to sell it on the black market." Wang Jian said.
Feng Mu nodded and went over to collect the ashes.
The ashes of the corpse need to be collected and placed in a special paper bag and then placed in an iron box at the door. Workers from areas 4-6 will come to collect and process them in the afternoon.
But I dare not raise it all at once.
He asked: "Why do people in the black market collect black cores? Does this thing have any special function?"
Wang Jian took off his mask and took a puff of cigarette: "I don't know, anyway, it can be sold for money, so someone will buy it."
Feng Mu shrugged and said with a smile: "That's right."
The meal he had in the cafeteria at noon was extremely unpalatable, and the ingredients were the cheapest composite meal, but it was enough, and Feng Mu pinched his nose and ate five bowls.
I had to pinch my nose because the smell in the air mixed with my taste buds and made me want to vomit.
Wang Jian ate half a bowl and looked at Feng Mu in amazement, with an expression of admiration on his face.
During the meal, I met Wang Jian's father. He had graying temples and didn't talk much. He was a worker in District 5.
"Why didn't you go to the class reunion yesterday?" Wang Jian suddenly asked while washing dishes.
Feng Mu was stunned for a moment, then he seemed to remember something, and said with a wry smile: "I was so sleepy at home these days that I forgot that yesterday was the weekend."
He had scheduled a very full schedule for himself this week, with destroying corpses and practicing martial arts. He finally took a day off yesterday to catch his breath, but he really forgot about the dinner date with his classmates.
Wang Jian didn't think much about it and started talking: "Everyone has changed a lot. Dong Ni got a tattoo on her arm. Tao Fei couldn't find a job and decided to join a gang. Luo Ji joined the advance team and will go into the hidden gate to open up new land next week. I don't know if he can come back alive."
"Luo Ji paid for the meal. He said that if I died in there, it would be useless to keep the money."
"Oh, by the way, this is for you."
Wang Jian pulled out a folding dagger from his pocket, handed it over and said, "Luo Ji prepared gifts for everyone, jokingly saying that if he doesn't come back, everyone should burn paper money for him when they remember him later."
Seeing that Feng Mu didn't reach out, Wang Jian stuffed the money into his pocket and said with a smile, "Take it. Everyone has accepted it. We have also agreed that if Luo Ji can't come back, we will go to burn paper for him together next year."
Feng Mu intervened in the fight, gently grasped the dagger, and remained silent.
It is both a gift and a relic, a joke and a sign of death.
Feng Mu had traveled through time three years ago, and this was the first time he received a gift. The person who gave the gift could not be considered a friend.
They had never spoken much to each other in the past, and yesterday might have been their last meeting, and he missed it.
The gift was a dagger. If it was given in the previous life, it would be very strange, but in this world, it is very appropriate.
What could be more appropriate than giving a knife to a vacant citizen, especially when the person giving it is a vacant citizen who is on his way to death?
Feng Mu was in a strange mood right now. He wasn't sad or heartbroken, but a little... angry! Feng Mu cursed in a low voice: "What a damned world!"
Wang Jian didn't hear clearly: "What?"
Feng Mu loosened his hand holding the dagger, spread it out and said, "Give me a cigarette."
Wang Jian helped Feng Mu light a cigarette and then lit one for himself. The two of them sat on the steps in front of the crematorium, blowing smoke rings together, and no one spoke.
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afternoon.
Two more corpses arrived.
It’s shipped. It’s a black core the size of a red date. It’s better quality than the one Feng Mu had before.
Feng Mu gave it to Wang Jian, and the two agreed that when the goods are shipped in the future, each of them will take turns to get one, and the quality depends entirely on luck.
Wang Jian happily agreed and lent Feng Mu 300 yuan.
"Thank you. I will pay you back when I get my salary next month." Feng Mu thanked Wang Jian.
Wang Jian looked at the black core in his hand, squeezed his deflated wallet, and forced out a complicated smile.
There are still two hours until the end of get off work.
Feng Mu had nothing to do, so he started practicing basic boxing in the crematorium.
He didn't do any gymnastics because there was no point in doing it if he didn't have any strength. And with a dagger in his hand, he suddenly felt like practicing boxing.
Why didn’t he practice swordsmanship? Swordsmanship is a weapon technique, and schools don’t teach it for free, so Feng Mu didn’t learn it.
Basic boxing techniques, like physical exercise, are free.
The basic boxing techniques are not difficult. Even with Feng Mu's strong physique, he can practice them completely and accurately. He doesn't even need to follow the video. Every move is imprinted in his muscle memory.
Wang Jian even forgot to smoke the cigarette in his mouth. He looked at Feng Mu in surprise and suspicion, his mind full of questions.
No, we all dropped out of school and gave up on the college entrance examination. What the hell are you doing?
"First move, straight punch."
"The second move is punching."
"Third move, elbow strike."
"The fourth move, short stab."
Feng Mu typed in a methodical manner, as usual, dull and without inspiration. However, he could feel that something was different.
"The movements are still stiff, the punches are still slow, the footwork is still uncoordinated, but..."
When a punch is thrown, the thorax is stretched like a bow and the spine twists with a creaking sound, as if an iron pole is being twisted by brute force.
The next moment.
There was a crisp explosion in the air.
"Hiss, I strained it." Feng Mu grimaced in pain. He felt as if his arm was strained, and the skin on his wrist was burning with pain as if it was congested.
Wang Jian was stunned, the burnt cigarette butt fell on the surface of his shoes, and he said in a lost voice: "The air is ringing?!!"
Thanks to Shanfengziyoujiujiuzui for the reward, mua.
(End of this chapter)
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