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

9 o'clock in the morning.

The 205th failure.

Overall, the number of times has slowed down, which means that the average time taken each time has increased, and each time is closer to success, and more angry.

There were two times when the number exceeded 95 times in a row, and then it was interrupted, and he was so angry that he vomited blood.

The last time Feng Mu was so angry, it was when the system activation task was forced to be interrupted, and he killed the culprit Zheng Hang.

This time, he couldn't kill himself to vent his anger, and he was even more angry.

"Calm down, calm down, you will definitely succeed today. The more anxious you are, the easier it is to make mistakes. Take it easy and calm down."

Feng Mu took several deep breaths in a row, controlling the finger bones to return to their original shape and retracting them into the fingertips.

When carving the finger bones last night, Feng Mu discovered that his bones seemed to have some memory function.

After deforming and shaping into a certain shape, the more times, the next time you shape the same shape, you don't need to use your brain too much, and you can shape it, which is a bit like muscle memory.

For example,

It took him nearly 4 hours to carve ten finger bones last night, and it might only take half an hour to restore them to the same shape today.

Go to the bathroom and wash your face with cold water, sit on the toilet, and get rid of your bad mood along with your poop.

Feng Mu finished his breakfast with dark circles under his eyes, went out, and went to a black clinic two blocks away to buy a few injection needles.

The reason he went to the black clinic was because he was a white citizen, and he had to wait in a long line to go to a regular medical institution.

Even if he didn't see a doctor, but just bought some syringes, he had to wait in line for at least 1 month, and he might not be able to buy them.

Wang Xiuli cut her finger while cooking last time, and she had to wait in line for 1 month to buy gauze at the hospital. Of course, she couldn't buy it. By the time she bought it, the scar had healed. In the end, Feng Ju took some home from the police station.

The medical supplies that can be bought in the black clinic are relatively limited, and the price is at least 3 times more expensive. The more you buy, the more expensive it is.

What's more outrageous is that the black clinic has been operating well. The people at the bottom curse it fiercely, but they don't want it to be closed down. The people above have repeatedly ordered to investigate in the news, but in fact, in the end, it was all thunder and rain, and they just fined it hastily.

The owner and doctor of the black clinic is Ge Qingming, who is in his 50s, bald, wears gold-rimmed glasses, and likes to look at people with one eye slanted.

In the clinic, he usually wears a white coat of the same style as the hospital, with a dirty collar but clean cuffs. With his outfit, Feng Mu has only been here twice, but he is deeply impressed by his incongruous temperament.

A rag doll is hung on the door of the clinic with a red rope. It has only one eye, and the other eye is off the line. Its mouth is open and a long tongue is sticking out of it.

"Hanging a strange rag doll on the door, it's really a weird doctor with a weird aesthetic."

Feng Mu complained in his heart and pushed the door open and walked in.

He didn't notice that the moment his hair accidentally brushed against the rag doll, the tongue of the rag doll moved a little, as if it was blown by the wind.

"Doctor Ge, I want 5 syringes, do you have them?"

There were two patients in the clinic who were hanging water. Ge Qingming sat in his seat, raised his eyelids slightly, and heard Feng Mu approach and ask.

Ge Qingming: "Do you want new or recycled ones? New ones are 150 each, and second-hand ones are 50 each."

Feng Mu's face twitched, and he was shocked by the price of the syringe. The needle-tube syringes in his previous life were sold so expensive, and this thing was clearly marked as second-hand. It was outrageous.

Feng Mu took out his wallet and did not bargain: "New, 5, plus 1 bottle of disinfectant alcohol, how much?"

Ge Qingming took out the things Feng Mu wanted from the cabinet, piled them on the table and pushed them over: "1000."

The exaggerated price, no wonder the most common saying among the white civilians is that it is better to meet the Black King of Hell than the White God of Death.

The Black King of Hell refers to the black robe of the night watchman. Seeing that black robe means that you have been deformed into a corpse or infected by evil spirits.

The White God of Death refers to the white coat.

The Black King of Hell is deadly, and the White God of Death is even more deadly.

Feng Mu didn't want to waste time talking to Ge Qingming. He paid for the goods, put the things in his shoulder bag and left.

The schoolbag was burned with the ashes. This cloth bag was given to Feng Ju by the police station. Feng Ju thought it was too small to hold anything, and Feng Yuhuai thought it was ugly, so it fell into his hands.

Two hours later.

More than a dozen patients came in and out of the black clinic.

At lunch time, Ge Qingming cleared the patients, walked to the door, raised his hand and pulled down the shutter halfway.

Suddenly, his half-bent waist froze, and his bald head tilted back until it was bent 90 degrees, the back of his head reached his back, and his two slanted eyes looked straight at the hanging rag doll.

"Huh?"

The voice was old and a little crisp, like the old voice coming from the bent neck, and like the baby sound of a rag doll shaking its tongue.

At the same time, Feng Mu took three buses and got off at the martial arts street.

Just like the gyms in the previous life liked to gather together, there were more than a dozen martial arts gyms of all sizes stationed on the martial arts street.

No need to investigate, anyone with a little bit of brains will know that if a martial arts school dares to open here and can continue to run, then the owner of the martial arts school must have real kung fu skills.

Of course, whether you can learn it or not is another matter.

Feng Mu did not come here to learn martial arts. He simply wanted to find a martial arts school with many students so that he could fight with them on stage in his spare time.

Winning or losing is not important. What is important is that there is a fixed place where he can frequently brush combat experience packs.

To be honest, he doesn't know much about the martial arts schools in this world. Because he is short of money, he has never set foot in one.

"???"

Feng Mu was so angry that he was turned away by Canglong Martial Arts School.

Can you imagine that you would be turned away because of your thin body or high body fat when you apply for a gym membership?

You can't imagine it, but Canglong Martial Arts School rejected his membership application because his bones were not up to standard.

Feng Mu didn't believe it, and went to several martial arts schools in a row. Without exception, all of them were turned away, but some were contemptuous and some were polite.

"A martial arts school has set up a threshold. Well, I can't afford it."

Feng Mu gritted his teeth, turned around and walked to the end of the street, and stopped in front of a martial arts school with the oldest decoration and the fewest people in the hall.

Feng Mu still didn't give up. It was very important for him to make up for his shortcomings in combat and accumulate pseudo-actual combat experience.

He looked up and looked at the plaque with a little paint peeling off - Douqiong.

"Douqiong, right? That's a very childish name. I'll give you a chance. I hope you won't be ungrateful." Feng Mu took a deep breath and walked in with full momentum.

If this martial arts gym doesn't accept him again, he can only find a way to forge a root bone test form.

A quarter of an hour later.

Feng Mu walked out with a normal membership card in his hand, looking a little dazed.

It's done.

He didn't ask about his root bone at all. The clerk who issued the card just registered his basic information. When he registered that he was an incinerator, there was a flash of surprise on his face.

The rest was that he collected an ordinary annual fee of 5,000 yuan and gave him a membership notice.

It was so smooth that Feng Mu had to reflect on whether he had been deceived.

So, people are cheap skins. They are prone to grumble when it's too difficult or too easy.

Feng Mu looked back at the plaque again, then put away the membership card and left. He just came out to apply for a card today, and to relax and change his mind.

"I'll come back to brush Douqiong's experience packs when I have time in two days. Now I'll go back first. I must get the [Crane Claw] tonight!" Feng Mu thought.

It took an hour to take the bus back.

When I returned to the community, some of the lights in the upper city went out one after another, and the night was half dark.

When he walked to the stairs, his mobile phone vibrated in his trouser pocket. Feng Mu paused and suddenly turned his head to look back. He found a sneaky figure following him from a distance.

"Are you being followed?" Feng Mu pretended not to notice and turned his head back.

He walked up the stairs while swiping text messages.

——Boss, I'm a little busy today. I haven't found a suitable opportunity to reply to messages.

—— Boss Zheng relies on Brother Bin's brain, but he seems to be a little afraid of Brother Bin. But in this recent investigation, Boss Zheng seems to fully trust Brother Bin to let him go.

—— By the way, this is the new list that Brother Bin has circled.

It's not a photo, it's a text editor, so there is only a long list of names and information, separated by commas.

Dong Jia, Li Gan, Luo Ji, Xiang Shuren, Gong Yi, Feng Mu, Sun Xuanang, Jiang Erniu...

Feng Mu turned off his phone expressionlessly, put it back in his trouser pocket, opened the living room door, and cast a long shadow in the corridor.

Happy Chinese Valentine's Day, dears.

Single people, don't be afraid, Feng Mu will accompany you, muah~