Chapter 33: The Great Denominator Achievement, Red Bean Paste
I had a blood draw before bed.
Feng Mu didn't know whether the hematopoietic stem cells were working hard after the sleep, but to be on the safe side, Feng Mu drew another tube of blood.
In this way, it is ensured that the growth rate of morning consumption will not decline due to blood recovery.
Eat and go out.
Feng Mu didn't think much about not finding the person following him, but he felt a little regretful in his heart, because he had wanted to use him to try out the [Crane Claw Skill].
There are 10 years of martial arts training memories in my mind, but after all, it is just audio and video, lacking the real touch, which makes people feel itchy and want to catch a living person to try it out.
This is like doing the "Three Years of Simulation and Five Years of College Entrance Examination" repeatedly for 10 years. The pen is worn out and you are just waiting to go to the exam room to check your score.
When passing by No. 47 Middle School, the number of thugs being questioned at the school gate dropped sharply.
Feng Mu thought: "The list has been shortened to 50 people. There is really no need to cast a wide net for questioning. We can upgrade all of them to a one-on-one tracking package."
In the morning, nothing happened.
Three corpses were burned.
I had normal luck and no black cores were dropped.
During lunch, Wang Jian told Feng Mu in high spirits that he had contacted Luo Ji.
As he expected, Luo Ji went to a dungeon with the advance team a few days ago. Oh no, he went into the hidden gate to open up new land.
The pioneering work was not going smoothly. The world behind the hidden door was shrouded in fog. All technological equipment failed. The most terrifying thing was that there were invisible dangers hidden in the fog.
In just one day, half of the advance team was killed or wounded.
Luo Ji was lucky enough not to die, and he followed the team out of the Hidden Gate. Although he did not make any discoveries or achieve any merit, according to the rules of the advance team, as long as he came out of the Hidden Gate alive, he could get the minimum merit points.
The advance team calls this survivor merit points, also known as guaranteed merit points, and there is 1 point.
Wang Jian said excitedly: "Luo Ji has merit points, I'm so envious."
As blank citizens, Feng Mu and Wang Jian were deemed by the city system to be waste garbage produced in the human cycle, so they naturally only had 1 point of merit.
It is 1, not 0, which symbolizes the humanity of the urban system.
The birth of a genius requires a huge population base, which is a merit bestowed upon every person the moment they are born. The blank people praise it as a great denominator merit.
It is the only merit point that 99% of the blank citizens have in their lifetime. After that, this merit account is as motionless as if it is dead.
Unless, like Luo Ji, you risk your life.
Wang Jian was very happy for Luo Ji and envied him: "As long as he downloads nine more times, oh, no, eight more times, Luo Ji will be able to collect 10 merit points and upgrade to an F-class citizen."
Feng Mu finished eating four bowls of organic synthesis food and said calmly, "If half of the people die at a time, the probability of survival is 50%. If they survive nine times in a row, the probability is about 0.2%."
0.2%, only one-tenth of the college entrance examination pass rate.
If Luo Ji had this much luck, why would he go down to the Hidden Gate to risk his life? Wouldn't it be better to just slit his own throat and be reborn in the Upper City?
Wang Jian's face instantly fell.
Feng Mu put down his chopsticks and added rigorously, "Of course, this probability is not absolute. If someone encounters a miracle in the Hidden Gate, 2/1000 is not 2/1000 for him."
No matter how naive Wang Jian was, he didn't think Luo Ji would have a lucky encounter. He sighed in frustration.
Feng Mu took the plate and left. Actually, he had one more thing to say, which was that if he really encountered a fortuitous encounter and was able to survive continuously, it might not necessarily be a good thing.
After all, having an encounter is likely to be equivalent to concealing it and not reporting it, and the people in the advance team are not all fools.
In the afternoon, two more corpses were burned.
As luck would have it, both bodies contained black cores, which were given to Feng Mu, and Wang Jian earned 200 yuan.
Feng Mu sometimes wondered why there were so many corpses sent to be burned every day, and there were only so many people in District 9.
A few corpses a day may not seem like a lot, but there are almost always some every day. Adding up over time, there are at least a thousand corpses a year.
Compared to the population of several million, it does not seem like a lot, but you have to know that not everyone can transform into a corpse. The threshold for this thing is said to be not low. At least you have to be a warrior of the third rank or above.
If you think about it carefully, this ratio is a bit scary.
"It feels like the water behind the corpses is a bit deep, but for me, the more corpses the better."
Feng Mucai didn't care about the harm that the corpses posed to human survival. He just wanted to have enough food to eat.
"Perhaps, the merchants who specialize in collecting black cores in the black market may know something about this. However, the less you know, the longer you will live. I just want to know how many black cores the black market merchants have accumulated. Can you sell them to me in a package?"
Another work day is over, Feng Mu took a break from his busy schedule and did another 4 hours of physical exercise.
[Eatability] Increased to 67.7%] If Feng Mu works harder tonight, he is confident that he can push the eatability directly to 75%. At this rate, the progress bar of a first-level iron eater will be full in two days.
He had to plan ahead and make plans for the next step.
It's probably time to upgrade to [Second-level Iron Eater]. I don't know if there will be any new changes, but at least there will be a new food slot.
At that time, what kind of iron should I choose?
Should I continue to make raw iron, or ten-forged iron, hundred-forged iron, or... the fragments of Yinsha Jiuyou Evil and Wrath Iron? ! ! In the end, it was the characteristic of [raw iron: plastic embryo] that stimulated Feng Mu.
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He was originally willing to slowly accumulate black cores and wait, but now he is a little impatient. He feels that accumulating black cores day by day is too slow, and wants to try a more convenient method.
It is like, before absorbing pig iron, Feng Mu was a virgin, ignorant of femininity, and usually a little shy, but he could hold it in.
To absorb pig iron is like washing your feet and completing the first drop of blood.
Can eating meat and being a vegetarian be the same?
The astringency has increased exponentially. I no longer just want to wash my feet, I am even more eager to go to heaven and earth to order the white moonlight that I have longed for.
The fragments of Yinsha Jiuyou'e Nieyuan Iron are Feng Mu's white moonlight.
After get off work, I left the incinerator and entered the community entrance. I caught a glimpse of two sneaky figures not far downstairs.
One with yellow hair and the other with red hair, when they saw Feng Mu glancing at them, they did not avoid him, but stared back at him fiercely with a cigarette in the corner of their mouths.
Feng Mu avoided his gaze as the two thugs let out perverse laughter.
After locking his bicycle, Feng Mu went upstairs and went home.
He stood at the bedroom window, pulled aside a section of the curtain and peered out. Two thugs were squatting next to a food cart not far from the doorway.
He ate without paying and spit on the ground while cursing.
"They are not covering up, but are openly staking out. What can they find out? No, they are not looking for the murderer, but are they using this method to put psychological pressure on me and other people on the list?"
Feng Mu thought for a moment, but couldn't think of any other explanation.
He closed the curtains and changed his calling card.
Generally, Feng Mu would use his own phone card during the day, and would switch to the phone card he used to contact Ma Wei after returning home at night.
——Boss, Brother Bin has sent some capable subordinates to track the people on the list.
Sure enough, I received such a text message on my mobile phone.
Feng Mu deleted the text message and did not reply.
He didn't feel any psychological pressure, but just felt nauseous and his appetite was affected a little.
However, the stomach and intestines are the organs most affected by emotions, resulting in Feng Mu's digestion rate slowing down at night.
It was not until his scheduled bedtime that [consumption level] increased to 73%.
Feng Mu worked for another two hours with a gloomy face. When he went to bed at 06:00, his [consumption level] had finally risen to 75%.
“Damn it!”
Feng Mu closed his eyes and fell asleep. He didn’t know what the other people on the list would do if they encountered such a situation, but he already had a clear answer in his mind.
Red bean paste~(End of this chapter)
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