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

Feng Mu woke up from the bed and turned off the alarm.

It was eight o'clock in the morning, and he had only slept for four hours.

All the muscles in his body were sore from excessive exercise, but of course the results were beyond his expectations.

"The consumption rate is 2.4%, which is a bit higher than the 2% I expected."

Feng Mu was in pain and happy.

"0.4% more every day may seem small, but if we can continue to accumulate and achieve 100% progress, we can save 10 days from the expected time, which is 40 days."

Feng Mu was not satisfied with himself, and he hoped to shorten this time to less than one month.

After getting dressed, Feng Mu took out a handful of iron beads from his pocket, which was his breakfast.

After four hours of sleep, the little space in his stomach that had just been vacated was instantly filled up by him, and the food intake rate increased by 0.1 to 2.5%.

The price was that his pocket was deflated, with only a thin layer of bottom left.

Feng Mu weighed it with his hand and roughly estimated that there was 0.5% of it. Then he counted the money in his pocket and his face turned black.

"Damn, I was a little too proud yesterday. I almost forgot that what restricts my progress, in addition to my talent, is poverty."

"Edibleness can be digested by time, but the premise is that there must be enough money to buy iron food."

Feng Mu looked dark and searched for a while. Finally, he found a few more slipped bills from the book interlayer and the pocket of old clothes.

He counted it over and over again twice, a total of 177.5, which could buy 6 kilograms of iron beads, which would just last for a week.

As for the mobile bank wallet, it was even cleaner. Feng Mu didn't activate this function at all.

Suddenly, Feng Mu took out another turned-off mobile phone. Unlike Feng Mu's own cheap phone, this was the latest model, priced at more than 8,000, and it was said that it could be exchanged for a good kidney on the black market.

"Rich people should have opened a mobile bank account. Maybe there is a lot of money in it."

Feng Mu had a greedy thought in his mind, but he suppressed it in just a moment.

"This phone cannot be turned on easily, and the money inside must not be touched to prevent being tracked. Although the criminal investigation technology of the patrol station is relatively backward, it is better to be safe than sorry."

The overall technology of the lower city is backward compared to the previous life, at least on the surface, but the haze above the head is covering the sky and the sun, so we have to be on guard.

"Dad, didn't come back last night?"

Feng Mu took a steamed bun from the dining table and asked his mother before leaving.

Wang Xiuli: "Well, it is said that there is a big case in the patrol station, so I won't go home to live during this period."

Bang.

Feng Mu closed the door casually, lowered his head and walked down the stairs, his eyes flickering slightly.

He didn't eat the steamed bun, but stuffed it into his other pocket.

He first rode his bicycle to the hardware store. On the way, he turned into a remote dead end. When he came out, the old bag hanging on the handle was gone.

He entered the hardware store and replenished three pounds of iron beads.

The store owner couldn't help but be curious and asked, "What do you buy these iron beads for every day?"

"Nothing, I need them for martial arts practice." Feng Mu said casually, but he thought, "I can't come to this store anymore."

Nothing happened at school.

Excluding the plot in the warehouse, today is like a copy and paste of yesterday.

Absent-minded cultural classes, sweaty martial arts classes, the playground is also calm, and the police station didn't even show up.

Feng Mu thought: "The family members haven't reported the case yet, or the missing case has not been taken seriously, or the police station is tripped up by a big case and can't spare any manpower?"

No matter which one, the golden 48 hours of solving the case will be consumed, which is a good thing for Feng Mu.

School is over, leave school, and go home.

I got home early today, and there was no one at home.

My mother went to bring dinner and clothes to Feng Ju, and left a simple meal on the table.

Feng Mu was not willing to eat, and he had not eaten the steamed bun in his pocket yet, but in order to prevent his mother from getting suspicious, he found a lunch box from the kitchen, picked some dishes at random, and put the steamed bun in it.

Back to the room, put the lunch box in a handbag, hung the schoolbag on the chair, Feng Mu rested for a while, and then began to practice.

Practice is undoubtedly boring and painful, especially the soreness of yesterday's muscles has not yet dissipated, today's practice is even more strenuous, as if inheriting some debuff.

For a moment, Feng Mu wanted to rest.

It is not impossible to practice again when the muscles are not so sore tomorrow, but...

The coolness of the xiphoid process of the thoracic vertebra is also becoming more and more stimulating. If it was the size of a fingernail yesterday, it is the size of a little finger today. Yesterday it was minus 1 degree, and now it is minus 2 degrees.

[Edible degree increased ↑↑]

[Edible degree increased ↑↑]

And, the cool feeling of swallowing in the esophagus and the flashing prompt box on the retina gave the most intuitive clear card.

Do you see the difference?

"↑↑" has one more "↑" than yesterday's "↑".

"Fatigue doubles, digestion doubles, as if telling me that pain is an indispensable catalyst for growth!"

Feng Mu grinned with wet mouth corners, panting greedily, his chest "huffing and puffing" like a bellows until late at night.

[Iron Eater: First Level]

[Edible Iron: 1]

[Absorbable Metal Properties: 1]

[Currently detecting edible iron - ordinary pig iron, edible degree 6.3%. ]

[Absorbed Properties:? ? ]

At 4 a.m., it was pitch black outside the window, and there was no ceiling light on the butt of the upper city.

Feng Mu collapsed on the bed like a puddle of mud, his eyes glowing like fireflies.

"Today's growth is 3.9%, 1.5% more than expected. Hehe, shortening the time to one month can be done. In fact, I may be able to do it faster tomorrow!!!"

Of course, the burden is also excessive. Today's iron consumption is 50% higher than expected.

"Making money is urgent."

Feng Mu muttered to himself, turned sideways, slid open the screen of his mobile phone, and a group chat window popped up on it.

You were pulled into the group chat by Luo Ji - [Blank Person·Classmate Reunion].

Chat messages 99+.

Feng Mu was stunned for a moment and clicked in.

Tao Fei: It's boring to stay in a large group. I thought about creating a small group before leaving the group and pulling everyone in. We didn't take the college entrance examination, so we can contact each other here in the future.

Wang Jian: Okay, I'll leave too. Anyway, the large group is meaningless. They look down on us and don't join us.

Dong Ni: I didn’t quit. I just wanted to see how many of them could pass the exam. Those who failed would be blank civilians like us. Their faces would be very funny.

Tao Fei: Haha, smiley face.jpg.

Wang Jian: What are you doing now? I have entered the incinerator and burned two corpses today.

Sun Yi: Are corpses scary? I have only heard about them on the news. It is said that burning corpses is dangerous. Is it true?

Wang Jian: It’s okay. They are all processed. They just look a little disgusting.

Luo Ji: I passed the test of the advance team. I may go on my first mission next week. If you are free this weekend, let’s go out and have a meal together.

….

Feng Mu glanced at a series of messages.

The last message was at 01:23, and it was mixed with two @his.

Tao Fei @Feng Mu: I heard that you haven’t dropped out yet. You went to school these two days?

Luo Ji @Feng Mu: Let's have dinner this weekend, are you coming?

Feng Mu didn't mean to explain or reply, he just turned off his phone and went to sleep.

Suddenly, he paused, swiped his finger upwards to scroll through the messages, stared at one of them, and after a while, he looked away, glanced at his schoolbag, his pupils shrinking slightly.

His fingertips typed a reply on the screen:

Feng Mu @Tao Fei: Sorry, I didn't check my phone just now, um, I'll apply for withdrawal in the next two days.

Feng Mu @Luo Ji: I'll definitely come on the weekend.

After replying one by one, he clicked on another avatar to enter the private chat, thought about it, and sent a message out...