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

I took a blood test before going to bed.

After sleeping, Feng Mu didn't know whether the hematopoietic stem cells were working hard, 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 the morning consumption will not drop due to blood recovery.

Eat, go out.

Feng Mu didn't find the person following him, so he didn't think much about it. He just felt a little regretful because he originally wanted to use him to try [Crane Claw Kung Fu].

There are 10 years of practice memories in my mind, but after all, it is just audio and video, lacking real touch, which makes people feel irritated and want to try it on a living person.

This is like repeating the "three-year simulation of the five-year college entrance examination" for 10 years. The writing is broken, and I am just waiting to go to the examination room to test my scores.

Passing through No. 47, the number of gangsters questioning at the school gate dropped sharply.

Feng Mu thought: "The list has been reduced to 50 people. It is true that there is no need to cast a net for questioning. With this, all of them have been upgraded to a one-on-one tracking package."

All morning, nothing happened.

Burned 3 corpses.

I was just lucky, no black core exploded.

During lunch, Wang Jian told Feng Mu in high spirits that he had contacted Luo Ji.

Just as he expected, Luo Ji had downloaded the dungeon with the advance team a few days ago, oh no, he had entered the Hidden Gate to open up wasteland.

The pioneering work was not going well. The world behind the hidden door was shrouded in fog, and all kinds of technological equipment malfunctioned. 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 exited the Hidden Gate with the team. Although he did not make any discovery or meritorious service, the rules of the advance team stipulated that as long as he came out of the Hidden Gate alive, he would get the lowest merit points.

The advance team calls this survivor merit point, also called guaranteed merit point, which is 1 point.

Wang Jian said enthusiastically: "Luo Ji has made great achievements. I'm so envious."

As blank citizens, they are the waste generated in the human body as determined by the city system. Feng Mu and Wang Jian naturally have only one point of merit.

It is 1 point, not 0, which symbolizes the humanity of the urban system.

The birth of a genius requires a massive population base. This is a merit that is given to everyone the moment they are born. White people praise this as a great denominator merit.

It is the only merit point that 99% of blank citizens have in their lives. After that, this merit account remains motionless as if it is dead.

Unless, like Luo Ji, he risked his life.

Wang Jian was very happy for Luo Ji and was full of envy: "As long as he plays 9 more times, oh, no, 8 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 synthetic meals and said calmly: "If half of the people die at one time, the probability of survival is 50%. If you survive nine times in a row, the probability is about two thousandths."

Two thousandths, only one-tenth of the college entrance examination passing rate.

If Luo Ji had such luck, why would he go to the Hidden Gate to fight for his life? Wouldn't it be better to just wipe his neck and be reincarnated into the city?

Wang Jian's face fell instantly.

Feng Mu put down his chopsticks and added rigorously: "Of course, this probability is not absolute. If someone gets an adventure in the hidden door, two thousandths to him is not two thousandths to him."

No matter how naive Wang Jian was, he would never think that Luo Ji would get a chance, so he sighed in frustration.

Feng Mu took the plate and left. In fact, he still had something left to say, which was that if he really had an adventure and survived continuously, it might not be a good thing.

After all, having a high probability of getting an adventure is tantamount to concealing it, and not all people in the advance team are fools.

In the afternoon, two more corpses were burned.

His character exploded, both bodies exploded with black cores, and both belonged to Feng Mu. Wang Jian received 200 yuan.

Feng Mu sometimes wonders why corpses are sent to be burned every day. How many people are there in the nine districts?

A few corpses a day may not seem like many, but there are almost every day. Over time, it adds up to thousands of corpses a year.

Compared to a population of several million, it doesn't seem to be that much, but you must know that not everyone can change the evil corpse. The threshold for this thing is said to be not low. No matter what, you must be a third-grade warrior 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 the corpses caused to human existence. He just wanted to eat enough.

"Perhaps, the merchants in the black market who specialize in collecting black cores can know something hidden. However, the less you know, the longer you live. I just want to know how many black cores the black market merchants have accumulated. Can they package it and sell it to me?"

At the end of another work day, Feng Mu took a break from his busy schedule and did another 4 hours of gymnastics.

[Edibility] rose to 67.7%]

With another effort tonight, Feng Mu is confident that he can directly push the consumption level to 75%. At this rate, the progress gauge of a first-level iron eater will be full in less than two days.

He had to plan ahead and plan the next step in advance.

It will probably be upgraded to [Level 2 Iron Eater]. Not to mention whether there are any new changes, at least there will be a new food column.

When the time comes, what type of iron should I choose?

Continue to cast iron, or ten forged iron, hundred forged iron, or... the fragments of Yinsha Jiuyou evil resentment iron? ! !

After all, it was the characteristics of [Pig Iron: Plastic Embryo] that stimulated Feng Mu.

He was originally willing to slowly accumulate black cores and wait, but now he is a little impatient. He feels that accumulating every day is too slow, and he wants to find a more convenient method.

It's like, before he learned about pig iron, Feng Mu was a young boy who didn't know the taste of women. He was usually a bit bitter, but he could bear it.

Absorbing pig iron is equivalent to washing your feet and getting the first drop of blood.

Is it the same for those who eat meat and vegetables?

The power of astringency has doubled exponentially. Not only do I want to wash my feet, but I also long to go to heaven and earth to light up the white moonlight I have long admired.

The fragment of Yin Sha Jiu Nether's Evil Resentment Iron is Feng Mu's White Moonlight.

After getting off work, I left the incineration plant and entered the entrance of the community. I caught a glimpse of two sneaky figures not far downstairs.

One with yellow hair and one with red hair. When Feng Mu glanced over at them, they did not avoid them, but stared back with fierce expressions, a cigarette hanging from the corner of their mouths.

Feng Mu avoided looking, and the two gangsters laughed perversely.

After locking the bicycle, Feng Mu went upstairs and went home.

He stood at the bedroom window, opened a section of the curtain and peeked out. Two gangsters were squatting not far from the door of the building, next to a vendor selling food on a cart.

While eating without paying, he cursed and spit on the ground.

"You don't cover it up, but you stay there openly. What can you find out by doing this? No, it's not about finding out the murderer, but you are using this method to put psychological pressure on me and other people on the list?"

Feng Mu thought for a moment and couldn't think of any other explanation.

He closed the curtains and changed the phone card.

Usually during the day, Feng Mu would use his own phone card, and after returning home at night, he would change it to the phone card used to contact Ma Wei.

——Boss, Brother Bin has sent some capable men to follow the people on the list.

Sure enough, I received such a text message on my phone.

Feng Mu deleted the text message and did not reply.

He didn't feel any psychological pressure, he just felt off-putting and affected his appetite a bit.

However, the intestines and stomach are the organs most affected by emotions, and the result is that Feng Mu's digestion rate slows down a bit at night.

It was not until his scheduled bedtime that the [Consumption Level] rose to 73%.

Feng Mu worked hard for another 2 hours with a sullen face. When he went to bed at 06:00, the [Consumption Level] finally rose to 75%.

"It's so damned!"

Feng Mu closed his eyes and fell asleep. He didn't know what the others on the list would do if they encountered this situation, but he already had a clear answer in his heart.

Bean paste~