my past life simulator

Chapter 202 Chapter 201 [Nine streams] (seeking a monthly ticket)
He Zhao didn't think much about it. In the game safe house, no one could hurt him except the so-called Black Hand of Fate.

"Zhong Weng! Zhong Weng!"

Sitting on the sofa, he summoned the hard-working Hercules, who only focused on his work, to come forward, knelt on one knee and bowed his head to obey the orders.

"Find a bottle and plug them both in."

He pointed to the tea table, the sour grass and the branches of the emperor house tree left by the mountain god.

Needless to say, the former can cure all poisons in the world.

The latter is recorded in the "Shan Hai Jing Zhong Shan Jing": "Thirty miles to the north, it is called Jiaoshan, and there are many jades, many groves, and many cypresses. Chishi can ward off evil spirits."

Translation: Talking about the mountain, there are many jades on the mountain, and there are also many cypress and cypress trees.There is a kind of tree in the mountain, named Diwu, whose leaves are similar to pepper leaves, with barbs and red fruits. It can be used to ward off dangers and evil spirits.

When he asked Zhong Weng, the two hypocrites and heretic gods quietly returned, and hid quietly in their minds again, with an appearance of keeping themselves safe.

If the surname He sensed carefully, he could more or less notice that the two of them had gained a little weight.

"Well, time to move on to the next simulation scenario."

In [Past Life Mall], under [Secrets of History], the dark mist dissipated, revealing the name of the new scene - [Three Religions and Nine Streams], ticket: 1000000 analog coins.

"100?"

Sure enough, his guess was correct, and the tickets for each simulated scene increased tenfold.

【东征西讨】：1模拟币→【清河镇·伏魔篇】：10模拟币→【奇人府·崛起】：100模拟币→【我就是第一】：1000模拟币→【开端】：10000模拟币→【历史的秘密】100000模拟币。

"Fortunately, we got 40 tickets in the previous lottery draws. Imperial power franchise, free white female tickets. Otherwise, we can only continue to swipe coins miserable."

Taking a deep breath, he spoke.

"Simulator, enter [Three Teachings and Nine Streams]."

[Life after life, endless joy! 】

【正在加载世界.1%10%90%99%100%加载完成。】

【正在加载前世.1%15%25%90%100%加载完成。】

【Congratulations, you have become——Xia Jiuliu Yachai】

"???"

No, why did I get more and more messed up.

In the last scene, at least it was a doctor.

Now, the phase dives, falling to the center of the earth.

[Special talent loading. Loading successfully. 】

[Talent: Hit the Spirit! 】

[Chuang Ling: You are so talented, it is easy to encounter some things that you can't explain clearly. (Note: Don’t go out easily during the day, and don’t take night walks at night. If you encounter something bad, wouldn’t you be wronged?)]

"."

If you want to die, let me just say it, why make some twists and turns.

[Please choose to carry talent! 】

【.】

A series of talents that he possesses are neatly arranged in front of him for him to choose from.

"Half-Life, Night King+, Hard Work Makes Up For You+, Paranoia+, Inspiration, Erudite+."

[Please choose to wear a title! 】

"The elite of a hundred battles."

[Please choose supernatural powers! 】

"Strength, who knows if the technique of sending spirits can be used in the simulated scene. It is better to be safe with innate supernatural powers, at least it can improve the attribute of strength."

[Please choose the equipment! 】

"Alloy Needle Enhanced Power Version."

Lin Lin finally figured it out, a total of 3311000 Simoleons.

Good guy, more than 300 million.

"Use the ticket."

[-1 ticket]

[Players are free to play this time, and the rewards will remain the same after customs clearance. 】

【Tickets: 39】

[I wish you a happy game! 】

"I'm really happy. The white girl voted you more than 300 million yuan, which is a credit to the bank that gave you the loan."

The voice fell, and the eyes went dark, entering the simulation scene.

Zhong Weng in the living room, looking at the master lying on the sofa, subconsciously moved his gaze to the bottles and cans placed in the corner.

On those bottles, it says the universal language of the universe—life solution.

"Not good! Not good!"

Just regaining consciousness, He Zhao, who woke up from the darkness, heard a hurried and frightened voice.

"boom!"

A large amount of information flooded into my mind.

Daqing Kingdom has been restored for 31 years.

This is a semi-colonial and semi-feudal society, with dynasties crumbling and bureaucracy rampant.There are foreign powers invading, artillery bombarded the country's gates, and plundered territory and wealth.

In order to protect himself, the current Emperor Guangfu appointed a series of Western officials to carry out reforms vigorously throughout the country.Introduce western machinery, equipment and technology, establish banks, postal services, lay railways, and set up telegraph networks.

At the same time, there are rebel armies everywhere, intending to overthrow the decaying empire, establish a new regime, restore the world to a peaceful and prosperous world, and get rid of the oppression of the enemy country.

"Isn't it the people who forget it, so I can't elaborate."

He Zhao shook his head and shut up decisively.

At this time, his identity was a policeman in Jincheng's arresting house. During the feudal dynasty, he belonged to the yamen's office, a low-level occupation.

Even in the new era, business as usual.

Since the founding of the country, Daqing has divided the ranks of various businesses.

Masters, yamen, scalers, matchmakers, pawns, witches, singing, circus, pedicure, shaving, etc., are all low-class, and the imperial court will issue a certificate!

If you are a teacher, you must marry a wife who is in the same class, and you can't commit crimes against the upper class, looking for a middle-class or second-rate woman.In the future, there is a high probability that his son will still be a teacher.

If you can't inherit your father's career, choose one of the other professions.No matter what ability you have, a low-level is a low-level, and you can't stand out for a lifetime.

"The class is solidified. Hey! Nong, it's actually a top class!"

His eyes lit up, unexpectedly Qingguo. With the memory digested, his face immediately pulled his hips.

Uncle, the so-called farmers do not refer to farmers who cultivate the land, but - big landlords!

You call this a farmer?

"Ugh!"

Sighing, he thought to himself: Daqing, it is unreasonable for you not to perish.

It is conceivable how many talents are buried under the solidification of class.

"Xiaohe, someone is dead, we have to go and see."

A middle-aged man with a big belly patted He Zhao on the shoulder, holding an iron ruler in his hand, and motioned to follow.

The other party's surname is Wang Mingxu, a colleague of his father's previous life.

The original owner is now, not long ago, the father got a sudden illness and died.

As a result, the son inherited his father's career, and he could not lose any skills, so he took the position of patrolling and arresting.

As for why there is no gun, my Qing country has its own national conditions here, and it is so poor that it can be equipped with an iron ruler as a weapon. It is already a gift from the Buddha. What kind of bicycle do you want?

Firearms are only provided by officials of the squad leader level or above in the arresting room.

What qualifications do low-class people have to hold firearms?

he~~tui! !
With an iron ruler hanging on his waist, he followed Lao Wang, who had 20 years of experience as a government agent and three years of experience in patrolling, to the location of the incident.

The so-called iron ruler looks more like an iron fork, also known as acupuncture ruler.It can hit and stab, and the small branch extending from the side can also block the enemy's weapon, integrating offense and defense.More importantly, the cost is low, it is inserted on both sides of the waist, and it is easy to carry.

If my memory serves me correctly, the policemen of a feudal dynasty in Qingguo seemed to use this kind of thing.The old hag spent more than 600 million taels of silver on her birthday banquet, she was extremely extravagant.It's the turn of the patrol room. In order to save money, we distribute antiques hundreds of years ago. You really have it!

"Old Wang, what's the matter?"

Due to previous sorting of information, he did not hear what the reporter said.

"Stinky boy, his name is Uncle Wang."

The old inspector was very upset. You call me Lao Wang, but what do I call your father? Uncle?

"In the small forest outside the city, a man hanged himself. It is said that the death looks horrific. We have to check to see if he committed suicide. If he killed himself, we have to report it to the captain."

After the words fell, Wang Xu seemed to catch something out of the corner of his eye, raised his hand and waved, shouting loudly.

"Gao Wuzuo, here!"

He heard footsteps behind him, and he turned around quickly.

I saw an old man and a young man, both dressed in long gowns and jackets, and the young man ran over panting with a wooden box on his shoulders.

"Wang Patrol."

"Xiaohe, let me introduce you to the job of our arresting house. His surname is Gao and his name is Dapeng. He has worked for more than forty years. He studied from his father when he was young. He is the chief's favorite."

He Zhao knew that the old Wang was talking about him, so don't offend Gao Dapeng, otherwise there will be no good results.

The classification of the hunting room is simple and rude.

The highest position is the chief, and there are four captains under it, who manage household registration, public security, taxation, and prisoners.Below the big captain, there are four small captains, each with ten people.

The chief and the captain are called officials, one of the top nine.

"This is Zhang Yu, the apprentice I accepted not long ago, the son of Circus Zhang."

After the four of them exchanged pleasantries, they headed to the grove outside the city.

After walking for about half an hour, I finally got out of the city.

Not far away, outside a forest, a large number of melon eaters gathered, pointing and discussing with each other.

In a society without the Internet to pass the time, watching the excitement is undoubtedly an extremely cheap entertainment.

Don't spend a penny, at best waste some time, why not do it.

"Get out of the way! Get out of the way!"

Lao Wang went straight to the crowd, waving the iron ruler in his hand.

Seeing the patrolling presence, the group of people naturally did not dare to be negligent, and hurriedly made way for each of them.

A group of four followed the informant a hundred meters deep, and through the dappled sunlight, they saw a dead body hanging from a tree.

With its back to them, the corpse swayed slightly in the wind.

Zhang Yu, who saw the dead for the first time, was so frightened that his whole body trembled and his face turned pale.

There is one thing to say, he regrets being a puppeteer a little bit, he might as well learn circus from his own father.

"Find a ladder and put the body down."

"I go!"

Hearing the words, Xiao Wuzuo put down the wooden box he was carrying and ran out of the woods.

"The child is a little timid, you have to teach him a lot, Mr. Gao!" Wang Xunzhu laughed. He has been in the industry for more than [-] years, and he has never seen any kind of dead body. The dead body was hanged, just a small scene.

"Xiaohe, don't say that uncle doesn't take care of you kid, you will go up the tree and put him down later. In the evening, uncle will treat you to a drink." Lao Wang patted He Zhao on the shoulder and said, not a PUA in the workplace, but a PUA. Sooner or later, the police will have to face this hurdle.

"Row!"

He didn't care, let alone the dead, he didn't know how many times he had died, so it was strange to be afraid.

(End of this chapter)