Chapter 192: Please be careful when using playing cards? Feng Mu's luck
"Is this a mistake in the system's judgment, or is fate favoring me?!!"
Feng Mu couldn't help but wonder if he had gotten a bargain. He was an upright person and couldn't bear to take advantage of the system, so he said righteously in his heart, "Tong Ziguo, as long as you admit that you made a mistake, I'm willing to let you take this divine equipment back and exchange it for an ordinary A-level equipment."
The system remained silent.
Feng Mu let out a long sigh, feeling deeply sorry for the system's stubbornness. He had given it such a way out, but all the disciples still didn't know how to replace their master with an A-level equipment.
This is really unreasonable. I must uninstall it!
Feng Mu complained inwardly for a moment, then looked at the poker cards in his hand with shining eyes.
4 of Spades, 3 of Hearts, Q of Diamonds, 7 of Diamonds, 4 of Clubs, 9 of Clubs.
Playing cards are very hard and feel like metal, and in fact they do contain metal.
When Feng Mu carefully rubbed the playing cards with his fingertips, he was afraid that he would accidentally crush the cards, but he was obviously worrying too much, because the products produced by the system would definitely not be fragile.
The most important thing was that a line of detection prompts popped up: [Contaminated metal detected: ? ? ] [Ingredients: Rare meteorite iron. ] [Edible. ] [PS: This metal imprisons the resentful spirits, please be careful when eating. ] [Eat it? ] [There are currently no empty edible slots. ] Feng Mu's pupils shrank slightly, and he recalled that the last time he received a similar detection prompt was when he obtained the [Stone Sculpture of Destiny].
“There are souls sealed in the Stone Sculpture of Destiny. Those souls may be the incarnations of forty-four agents, or maybe...?” His voice echoed in his heart, his thoughts vague and deep.
Then, Feng Mu's eyes became deep and strange. He stared at the poker cards in his hand, and a dangerous thought came to his mind:
"Shouldn't the imprisoned ghost in this magician's playing cards be the magician himself?"
Feng Mu's heartbeat quickened, an evil light flashed in his eyes, and a dangerous idea was swirling in his heart:
"If I swallow these playing cards directly, does it mean that I have devoured the magician's soul? Then, can I not rely on playing cards, but borrow the characteristics of [Iron Eater] to obtain all the magician's power?"
"Perhaps, this iron-type characteristic will be——magic?!!"
Feng Mu was feeling a little restless, but unfortunately he didn't have any free time, and he wasn't completely sure about the matter.
After all, if he made a wrong bet, the [Iron Eater] wouldn't spit out the cards again, so he would have to look in the toilet.
"The reason why this equipment is classified as B-level is probably because it has the characteristics of a consumable item, and once consumed, it cannot be replenished."
"Otherwise, it might be able to rank among the A-grade equipment."
"Hey, B-level equipment is so imba. I'm really curious about how much more awesome A-level and even S-level equipment is."
Feng Mu sighed softly, the desire for higher level equipment quietly growing in his heart. His mind raced, and he decided to hide the idea of swallowing the playing cards deep in his heart for the time being, waiting to free up a new food slot, or wait until the playing cards were almost used up before considering it.
As the bronze treasure chest was received, Feng Mu's heart was filled with satisfaction and joy. The richness of the prizes and the unexpected surprise made him feel extremely happy.
However, a slight regret also came with it, because he did not find the last marrow cleansing pill that he needed in the treasure chest.
"I only need one more, and then I can completely get rid of this 'walking corpse' state and become a real 'living person'." He sighed softly in his heart and placed his hope on the next inheritance reward.
Disappointment was only a momentary emotion, and Feng Mu quickly adjusted his mentality.
Life is full of unknowns, and it is impossible for everything to go as one wishes.
However, as long as he is prepared, the future he longs for will eventually arrive as promised. Just like now, the next wave of [Inheritance] rewards is on the way, isn't it?
Feng Mu gently closed the system panel, stood up and walked out of the dormitory. A new day of prison guard work began. He must be the warmest and most diligent prison guard in the second prison.
Feng Mu's back was straight, his steps were firm and powerful, the electric baton slung across his waist swayed with his steps, flashing a cold metallic luster. Feng Mu slightly adjusted the bones under his cheeks, making his face look a little tired as if he was trying to suppress it.
"Good morning, Prison Officer Hou."
"Prison Officer Wang, the back of your collar is sticking up."
"Good morning, Prison Officer Zhou."
"Good morning, Doctor Qin."
Feng Mu walked into the cafeteria and greeted all the prison guards he met along the way. No matter whether their expressions were cold or whether they responded, he always had a warm smile on his face. The most important thing was that he called out each person's name accurately.
This scene fell into the eyes of every prison guard who was having a meal. Their expressions showed a little bit of strangeness to some extent. Although most people still responded with cold faces or even sneered with disdain, there were a few prison guards who nodded to Feng Mu in response.
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According to the responses of the prison guards, Feng Mu recorded them in his own little notebook according to their categories. However, this time he did not use paper or pen. Instead, he memorized every single one of them in his mind.
In the warden's office, Qian Huan sat behind solid explosion-proof glass, his brows slightly furrowed, his eyes penetrating the glass as he sized up the forensic doctor Qin Liang.
With a barely perceptible hint of doubt in his tone, he said, "So, Feng Mu's performance is pretty good? Ha - this is totally different from what I expected. Li Bashan has such a hot temper, but his junior fellow apprentice is so well-behaved and polite?"
Qin Liang gently scratched his bald head and replied with a wry smile: "Who would have thought? I also didn't expect that Feng Mu showed his kindness and tolerance to everyone, even the prisoners."
Qian Huan frowned even more tightly, and asked, "So, Forensic Doctor Qin also thinks that Feng Mu is not suitable for prison work?"
Qin Liang sighed and said earnestly, "That's true. Although the prisoners are grateful to him, they are not afraid of him. The prison guards keep their distance from him and are not really close to him. If this situation continues, I'm afraid something bad will happen in a few days."
Qian Huan's brows relaxed slightly. He looked at Qin Liang and said kindly, "Before I came here, my uncle mentioned to me that among the Second Prison, Forensic Doctor Qin, you are the most reliable candidate. I heard that your autopsy reports have never been wrong over the years."
Qin Liang raised the corners of his mouth, revealing a smile that was both subtle and proud. He nodded silently in acknowledgement of the praise.
His professionalism is indeed impeccable. In his more than ten-year career, his superiors have never found any problems in his autopsy reports.
It can be said that whoever dies will die, and whoever is alive will also die.
Qian Huan smiled gently and continued, "Then, if something unexpected really happens in the future, I hope that Forensic Doctor Qin can provide a detailed report."
Qin Liang showed his black teeth and said with a smile: "Of course, I have already promised that young man that I will produce a good report for him. But, Warden, do you have any specific instructions for this report?"
(End of this chapter)
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