Quick Wear: After being conquered by the male protagonist, he said I was sick

[Congratulations on completing the previous plane mission. You are eligible to draw a card. Please draw a card. ]

It's still the same standard system tone, but it's a little different from the previous initial system. This one is more mechanical, cold and emotionless.

You don't have to guess to know that he hasn't returned from that system leave yet.

But...he has fallen to the point of using the initialization system?

This company is not good, no experience at all.

Bad review! !

I want to complain!!

Initialize the front of the system board: [Your complaint channel has been closed. This service is temporarily unavailable. Please draw a card. ]

Six cards flashed before Jiang Que's eyes again, shining with golden light, signaling him to stop talking and draw quickly.

Jiang Que, who couldn't even file a complaint: "..."

Urge, urge, urge!!

Bad review! !

Must give a bad review!!

Jiang Que picked one at random, and after getting it in his hand, the cards that were not drawn disappeared in the darkness.

[Congratulations on receiving a 5-yuan cash bonus. We have detected that you are in the spirit world. Please exchange it for spirit coins.]

Jiang Que: “…”

Five yuan, the starting price for a taxi is ten yuan, what difference does it make whether I change it or not! ?

My hands are so dark, I want to get a new one.

...

The Spirit World Office is located at the border between the spirit world and the human world.

Whether viewed from the spiritual world or the human world, this house is a separate office building, but in fact there is an invisible barrier in the middle of the house separating the two worlds.

Just like looking in a mirror, an identical reference object will appear in the mirror, but there is a barrier in the middle, so you can't see or touch each other.

Jiang Que packed up his things and left through the back door of the Spirit World Office. He opened the door, stepped out and arrived at the Human World Office. His butler uniform instantly changed into ordinary clothes.

When Jiang Que went out, there were many people making phone calls with their deceased relatives.

Sitting in a separate telephone booth, we chatted about children and family as usual, complaining about work problems and disobedience of children.

It seems like my loved ones are just out of sight, yet they are still around me.

There were a lot of people in the hall. Jiang Que was wearing a black sweatshirt and put the hood on his head when he went out. He held a death list in his hand and pulled down the brim of the hat with one hand to cover his eyes which were turning from red to black.

The sun was very strong outside. Jiang Que took out a long-handled black umbrella, held it with a calm expression and left.

...

It is said that dark and windy nights are the times for murder and arson.

The late night streets in the early morning, from the bustling city all the way to the deserted alleys.

The five people stumbled and ran forward with their eyes wide open and panting as if they were running for their lives. They were very tired, but no one dared to stop, as if they were trying to escape someone's life-threatening pursuit.

Some people were unable to run any longer, so they hid in the garbage dump in the alley to rest, using the discarded garbage to cover themselves, not daring to breathe, trying to escape.

The streets were empty, and even the street lights were flickering with a faint light.

The steady footsteps were getting closer and closer, so close that the people hiding had to cover their lips and dared not breathe, with only their hearts pounding in their throats.

Under the dim street lights at the intersection of the alley, a man in a black suit and shirt, with his sleeves rolled up, walked slowly with a black umbrella.

But the street lamp did not reflect his shadow, only the shadow of an umbrella floating on the ground.

The man seemed not to notice him, his footsteps slowly moving away, and the man in hiding breathed a sigh of relief when he could no longer hear any sound.

He quietly lifted a little hole in the trash to check, but all he saw was a pair of black leather shoes in front of him.

Suddenly there was a scream, which quickly crossed the silent night sky like a meteor and quickly disappeared.

Jiang Que held an umbrella and wrote down the date and cause of death on the man's death list.

After signing, he fell to the ground next to a trash can with his eyes wide open and his mouth agape, obviously frightened to death, threw an identification QR code on the person, and left.

After this man died, his soul was torn away from his body and hid in a corner, shivering. He didn't even dare to look at the man who had left. He could only wait for the soul collector to come and claim his soul and bring it back to the spirit world for sentencing.

20 D-class death certificates, 3/20.

I don’t know where the other four went.

I just want their lives, nothing else.

Really disobedient at all.

Exhausted to death.