Chapter 8 Pain debuff is the catalyst
Feng Mu woke up from bed and pressed the alarm clock.
It was eight o'clock in the morning and he had only slept for 4 hours.
My muscles throughout my body were sore due to excessive exercise, and of course the results were beyond expectations.
“The edible degree is 2.4%, which is much higher than the 2% I expected.”
Feng Mu was sad and happy,
“0.4% more every day may seem like a small amount, but if we can continue to accumulate and achieve 100% progress, we will be 10 days shorter than expected, which is 40 days.”
Feng Muyou was not satisfied. 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 were his breakfast.
After 4 hours of sleep, the little space he had just vacated in his stomach was filled up again in an instant, and the food intake level increased by 0.1 to 2.5%.
The price is that the pocket is flat, leaving only a thin layer of foundation.
Feng Mu weighed it with his hands and roughly estimated that it was 0.5%. Then he counted the bills in his pocket and his face darkened.
"Oh, I got a little carried away yesterday. I almost forgot that in addition to my talent, poverty is also a constraint on my progress."
"The food consumption can be digested by time, but the prerequisite is You must have enough money to buy iron for food.”
Feng Mu looked around with a dark face, and finally dug out a few more slippery bills from the pockets of books and old clothes.
He counted it over and over twice, and found a total of 177.5. If he could buy 6 pounds of iron beads, he would be able to last a week without food.
As for the mobile banking wallet, it is even more pristine. Feng Mu has not enabled this function at all.
Suddenly, Feng Mu took out another cell phone that was turned off. Different from Feng Mu's own cheap phone, this was the latest model, priced at more than 8,000. It was said that it could be exchanged for a good kidney on the black market.
"Rich people should open mobile banking. Maybe there is a lot of money in it."
Greed came to Feng Mu's mind, but he suppressed it in just a moment. Go down.
"This mobile phone cannot be turned on easily, and the money inside cannot be moved at all to prevent it from being tracked. Although the criminal investigation technology of the patrol room is relatively backward, you can sail with caution."
Downtown's Technology as a whole is lagging behind previous generations, at least on the surface, but the haze above our heads is blocking the sky and the sun, so we have to guard against it.
"Dad, you didn't come back last night?"
Feng Mu casually took a piece of steamed bun from the dining table and asked his mother before going out.
Wang Xiuli: "Well, it is said that there is a big case in the patrol room, so I will not go home during this period."
Bang.
Feng Mu closed the door and lowered his head down the stairs, his eyes twinkling slightly.
He didn't eat the steamed buns, but just stuffed them into his other pocket.
He first rode his bicycle to the hardware store. Along the way, he turned into a remote dead end. When he came out again, the old bag hanging on the handle was gone.
Went into the hardware store and replenished three kilograms of iron beads.
The shop owner couldn't help but be curious and asked: "What do you buy these iron beads to make every day?"
"Nothing, they are used for martial arts training." Feng Mu responded casually, but he said in his heart, " I can’t come to this store anymore.”
The school is fine.
The plot of clearing out the warehouse is like yesterday’s copy and paste.
The culture class was absent-minded, the martial arts class was sweaty, the playground was calm, and not even a ghost came to the patrol room.
Feng Mu thought to himself: "The family members have not reported the case, or the disappearance case has not been taken seriously, or the patrol office is hampered by major cases and cannot spare manpower?"
No matter which one, the golden 48 hours are needed to solve the case. Being consumed is a good thing for Feng Mu.
After school, leave school and go home.
I went home early today, and there was no one at home.
My mother went to deliver dinner and a change of clothes to Feng Ju, leaving simple meals on the table.
How could Feng Mu want to eat? He hadn't eaten the steamed buns in his pocket yet, but in order to prevent his mother from getting suspicious, he found a food box from the kitchen, ordered food casually, and put the morning steamed buns in it. After returning to the room, he packed the food box in a handbag and hung his schoolbag on the chair. Feng Mu rested for a while and then began to practice.
Cultivation is undoubtedly boring and painful, especially since the residual soreness and swelling in the muscles from yesterday has not been resolved. Today's practice is even more strenuous, as if I have inherited some debuff.
For a moment, Feng Mu wanted to rest.
It’s not impossible to practice again when your muscles are not so sore tomorrow, but...
The coolness of the xiphoid process of the thoracic vertebra is also becoming more and more irritating. If yesterday it was the size of a fingernail, today it is the size of a little finger. Yesterday it was minus 1 degree, and now it is minus 2 degrees.
[Edibility increases↑↑]
[Edibility increases↑↑]
And, along with the refreshing sensation of swallowing the esophagus, the flashing prompt box on the retina gives The most intuitive bright card is out.
See the difference?
"↑↑" has one more "↑" than yesterday's "↑".
"The fatigue is doubled, and the digestion is doubled, as if to tell me that pain is an indispensable catalyst for growth!"
Feng Mu opened the corners of his wet mouth and gasped greedily, My chest was like a bellows "whisping and puffing" for air until late at night.
[Iron Eater: Level 1]
[Edible Iron: 1]
[Extractable metal characteristics: 1]
[Currently detected edible iron - ordinary pig iron, with an edible content of 6.3%. ]
[Characteristics absorbed:? ? ]
It’s 4 o’clock in the morning, it’s pitch black outside the window, and there’s not even a single overhead light on the butt of Shangcheng.
Feng Mu collapsed on the bed like a puddle of mud, his eyes like tiny fireflies shining with light.
"Today's growth is 3.9%, which is 1.5% more than expected. Hehe, if we shorten the time to one month, it can be done. I may even be able to do it faster tomorrow!!!"
Of course, the burden is also excessive. Yes, today’s iron consumption was 50% higher than expected.
"Making money is urgent."
Feng Mu muttered to himself, turned sideways, and slid open the screen of his mobile phone, where a group chat window popped up.
You were dragged into the group chat by Luo Ji - [Blank Person·Class Reunion].
Chat messages 99+.
Feng Mu was stunned for a moment and clicked to enter.
Tao Fei: It’s boring to be in a big group. I’m thinking about setting up a small group before leaving the group and bringing everyone in. We haven’t taken the college entrance examination yet, so we can keep in touch here in the future.
Wang Jian: Okay, I'll quit too. There's no point in being in a large group anyway, and they look down on us and won't join us.
Dong Ni: I didn’t quit. I want to see how many of them can pass the exam in the end. Those who fail the exam will be blank citizens like us. Their faces will be very funny at that time.
Tao Fei: Haha, smiling face.jpg.
Wang Jian: What are you all doing now? I have entered the incineration plant and burned two corpses today.
Sun Yi: Are corpses scary? I have only heard about them in the news. It is said that burning corpses is dangerous. Is this true?
Wang Jian: It’s okay. It’s all been processed, but it just looks a little disgusting.
Luo Ji: I passed the test of the advance team, and I may go on my first mission next week. If you are free this weekend, let's all come out and have a meal together.
…….
Feng Mu glanced at a series of messages.
The last message was at 01:23, with two @him messages mixed in.
Tao Fei@Feng Mu: I heard that you haven’t withdrawn from school yet, but have you gone to school in the past two days?
Luo Ji@Feng Mu: Are you coming for dinner on the weekend?
Feng Mu had no intention of explaining or replying, and he was about to turn off his phone and go to sleep.
Suddenly, he paused, scrolled up the message with his finger, and stared at one of them. After a while, he looked away again, glanced at his schoolbag, and his pupils shrank.
Type a reply with your fingertips on the screen:
Feng Mu@Tao Fei: Sorry, I didn’t look at my phone just now. Well, I will drop out of school in the next two days.
Feng Mu@Luo Ji: I will definitely be there on the weekend.
After replying in turn, he clicked on an avatar to enter the private chat, considered it, and sent a message...
(End of this chapter)