The man behind the scenes: My entry is so evil that it's crazy

The onboarding process is simple.

Fill out an information form, a hazard consent form, and that's it.

I voluntarily accept the work of cremating corpses and agree to fully bear all risks during the work.

Signed by: Feng Mu

Signing date: March 22, 233

A very brief one-line explanation, signed with a red fingerprint.

"The danger consent form in the previous life would at least inform you of the dangers. It would be wrong not to explain them at all here. Just two words are enough, haha~"

Feng Mu turned his head and glanced at Wang Jian, but the latter didn't feel anything was wrong.

This is the consciousness of the blank people.

"Besides pollution and disease, are there any other risks associated with burning corpses?" Feng Mu did not ask Wang Jian, as he felt that the latter did not know either.

"That's all, who allowed E Zhi to burn out the fragments of Yin Sha Jiu Nether's E Nie Resent Iron? Some unknown risks cannot be tolerated." 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.

"The factory is divided into nine areas, marked with numbers. No. 1 and No. 2 are the corpse cremation area, No. 3 is the corpse storage room, No. 4 to No. 6 are the areas for burning pollutants, No. 7 is the isolation area, and No. 8 and No. 9 are I don't know either."

Wang Jian kept introducing with a clacking mouth.

"In short, our daily job is to go to No. 3 to transport the corpse and find an empty incinerator on No. 1 or 2 to burn it."

"Other areas have nothing to do with us and we are not allowed to enter."

Feng Mu listened quietly, doubts growing in his heart: "It's just an incineration plant, 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 the [blind box] every day."

Burning corpses is a purely manual job with no technical content. You can do it just by wearing a mask.

A total of three corpses were burned in the morning.

The body shapes are all different, one head is split into a trumpet flower shape, one has a sarcoma on the back, and one has a sunken chest with a human face.

What they all have in common is that you can vaguely see the outline of a human figure, and they haven't been shipped yet, just a puddle of white dust.

Feng Mu and Wang Jian looked a little disappointed at the same time.

"Generally, 10 black cores can be produced, and depending on the quality, they can be sold on the black market for tens to hundreds. Don't worry, I will take you to sell them on the black market next time." Wang Jian said.

Feng Mu nodded and went over to collect the ashes.

Ershi's ashes need to be collected and put into a special paper bag, and then placed in an iron box at the door. Workers from Districts 4-6 will come to collect and process them in the afternoon.

Don't dare to raise it.

He asked: "Why do people in the black market collect black core? Does this thing have any special effect?"

Wang Jian took off his mask and took a puff of cigarette: "I don't know. Anyway, it can be sold for money. Someone just takes it and sells it."

Feng Mu shrugged his shoulders and said with a smile, "That's right."

The meal we ate in the cafeteria at noon was particularly unpalatable and the ingredients were the cheapest synthetic meal, but it was enough. Feng Mu held his nose and ate five bowls.

I can't do it without pinching my nose. The smell in the air mixes with my taste buds and makes me want to vomit.

Wang Jian ate half of the bowl and stared at Feng Mu with an expression of admiration on his face.

In the dining room, I met Wang Jian's father. His temples were white and he 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 the dishes.

Feng Mu was stunned for a moment, then seemed to remember something, and said with a wry smile: "I've been sleeping at home these past few days, and I forgot that yesterday was the weekend."

The schedule he had arranged for himself this week was too full, including mutilating corpses and practicing martial arts. He finally took a day off yesterday to catch his breath. He really forgot about the dinner date with his classmates.

Wang Jian didn't think much and started chatting: "Everyone has changed a lot. Dong Ni has a tattoo on her arm. Tao Fei can't find a job and is going to join a gang. Luo Ji has joined the advance team and we will follow him next week. The team entered Yinmen to clear up wasteland, and I don’t know if they can come back alive.”

"Luo Ji paid for the meal. He said that if he died inside, there would be no use keeping the money."

"Oh, by the way, this is for you."

Wang Jian took out a folding dagger from his pocket and handed it over and said, "Luo Ji prepared gifts for everyone. He joked that if he didn't come back, everyone would remember to burn some paper money for him."

Seeing that Feng Mu didn't reach out, Wang Jian forced it into his pocket and said with a smile, "Take it, everyone has accepted it, and we have agreed that if Luo Ji doesn't come back, we will burn paper for him next year."

Feng Mu intervened in the fight, gently held the dagger, and remained silent.

It's a gift, a relic, a joke, and a death wish.

Feng Mu has traveled through time for three years, and this is the first time he has received a gift. The person who gave the gift cannot be called a friend.

They had never spoken a few words in the past. Yesterday might have been the last interaction, and he missed it.

The gift was still a dagger, which would have been weird in the previous life, but in this world, it was very appropriate.

What could be more appropriate than giving a knife to a blank citizen? The person who gave it to him was a blank civilian who was rushing to die.

Feng Mu's current mood is very strange. He is not sad or sad, but a little bit... like anger!

Feng Mu cursed in a low voice: "This is such a stupid world!"

Wang Jian didn't hear clearly: "What?"

Feng Mu released his hand holding the dagger, spread it out and said, "Give me a cigarette."

Wang Jian helped Feng Mu light a cigarette and lit one for himself. The two of them sat on the steps at the door of the crematorium, blowing smoke rings together without saying a word.

afternoon.

Two more corpses came.

The product was delivered, a black core the size of a red date, and the quality was better than the one Feng Mu had before.

Feng Mu gave it to Wang Jian, and the two agreed that in the future, each of them would take turns to deliver one, and the quality would depend on luck.

Wang Jian happily agreed, and then lent Feng Mu 300 yuan.

"Thank you, I'll 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 squeezed out a complicated smile.

There were still two hours before the end of get off work.

Feng Mu had nothing to do, so he practiced basic boxing in the crematorium.

He didn't practice physical training, because there was no iron in his stomach, so it was meaningless to practice. In addition, he had a dagger in his hand, so he suddenly felt like practicing boxing.

Why didn't he practice swordsmanship?

Swordsmanship is a weapon method, and schools don't teach it for free, so Feng Mu didn't learn it.

Basic boxing is free, just like physical training.

The basic boxing technique is very easy. Even Feng Mu's physique can perform it completely and accurately. He doesn't even need to follow the video. Every move is imprinted in his muscle memory.

Wang Jian forgot to smoke the cigarette in his mouth. He looked at Feng Mu in doubt, with a lot of questions in his mind.

No, we all dropped out of school and gave up the college entrance examination. What are you doing?

"First move, straight punch."

"Second move, punch."

"Third move, elbow strike."

"Fourth move, short stab."

Feng Mu played in a rigid manner, just like before, dull and without spirituality, but he could feel that something was different.

"The movement is still stiff, the punch speed is still slow, and the footwork is still uncoordinated, but..."

A punch was thrown, the chest was stretched into an arrow, and the spine twisted and creaked, like an iron pole being twisted by brute force.

The next moment.

There was a crisp explosion in the air.

"Hiss, I've strained it." Feng Mu grimaced in pain. He felt as if his arm was strained, and the skin on his wrist was burning with blood.

Wang Jian was stunned, and the burnt cigarette butt fell on the upper of his shoes. He said in a lost voice: "The air is making a sound?!!"

Thank you for the reward from Shanfengziyoujiujiuzui, muah.