Chapter 15 Incineration Plant, Gift
The onboarding process is simple.
Fill out an information form, a risk consent form, and that's it.
I voluntarily accept the work of burning 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 will at least tell you what dangers there are. It is not right to not explain them at all here. Just two words are enough, haha~"
Feng Mu turned his head and glanced Looking at Wang Jian, 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 the Yin Sha Jiu Nether E Ni Resentment Iron? Some unknown risks are not unbearable." Feng Mu could only put this problem behind for the time being.
Wang Jian was very happy that Feng Mu came to keep him company. He took Feng Mu around the factory.
“The factory is divided into nine areas, marked with numbers. Numbers 1 and 2 are the corpse burning area, number 3 is the corpse warehouse, numbers 4 to 6 are areas for burning pollutants, and number 7 is the isolation area. District, No. 8 and No. 9, I don’t know.”
Wang Jian kept introducing,
"In short, our daily job is to go to No. 3 to carry the corpse over, and find an empty incinerator to burn in No. 1 or 2."
"Other areas have nothing to do with us, and we won't let them. Let's go in."
Feng Mu listened quietly, doubts growing in his heart: "It's just an incineration plant, how can it be regulated like a military factory?"
Of course, he was just confused. , not curious, and not willing 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 3 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.
The common thing is that you can vaguely see the outline of a human figure, and they have not been shipped, only 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.
Er's body'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.
I 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 breath of cigarette: "I don't know. Anyway, if you can sell it for money, it'll be fine if someone takes it and sells it."
Feng Mu shrugged his shoulders and smiled: "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, making me want to vomit.
Wang Jian ate half of the bowl and looked at Feng Mu dumbfounded, 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 have been sleeping at home these days, and I forgot that yesterday was the weekend."
This week he gave My schedule is too full, including corpse mutilation and martial arts practice. I finally took a day off yesterday to catch my breath. I really forgot about my classmate’s dinner date.
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 planning to join a gang, and Luo Ji joins the advance team. Next week, I will go into the Hidden Gate to open up wasteland with the team. I don’t know if I can come back alive.”
"Luo Ji paid for the meal. He said that if he died in prison, there would be no use keeping the money."
"Oh, by the way, this is for you."
Wang Jian took it from his pocket He took out a folding dagger and handed it over and said, "Luo Ji prepared gifts for everyone. He joked that if he didn't come back, he would ask everyone to I remembered 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 can't come back, he will leave next year. Let’s burn paper for him together.”
Feng Mu intervened in the fight, held the dagger gently and remained silent.
It's a gift, a relic, a joke, and a death wish.
Feng Mu traveled back in time for three years. This was the first time he received a gift. The person who gave the gift could not be called a friend.
I haven’t said a few words in the past. Yesterday may have been the last intersection, and he missed it.
The gift is still a dagger, which would have been weird in the previous life, but in this world, it fits the occasion.
What could be more appropriate than giving a sword to a blank citizen? The person giving it to him is a blank citizen who is rushing towards death.
Feng Mu's current mood is very strange. He is not sad or sad, but a little... seems to be angry!
Feng Mu cursed in a low voice: "This world is fucked up!"
Wang Jian didn't hear clearly: "What?"
Feng Mu let go of the hand holding the dagger. Spreading it out and saying: "Give me a cigarette."
Wang Jian helped Feng Mu light a cigarette and lit one for himself. The two sat on the steps at the door of the crematorium, blowing out smoke rings together. Who Didn't say anything either.
afternoon.
Two more evil corpses came.
It has been shipped, a black stone the size of a red date, better quality than the one Feng Mu had before.
Feng Mu gave it to Wang Jian, and the two agreed that in the future, when shipping, each person would take turns, and the quality would all depend on luck.
Wang Jian happily agreed and lent Feng Mu 300 yuan.
"Thank you, I'll pay you back when your salary is paid next month." Feng Mu thanked Wang Jian.
Wang Jian looked at the black core in his hand, squeezed the deflated wallet, and forced a complicated smile.
There are still two hours until get off work.
Feng Mu had nothing to do, so he practiced basic boxing skills in the crematorium.
He didn't practice gymnastics because there was no iron in his belly, so there was no point in practicing. Plus, he had an extra dagger in his hand, so he suddenly became interested in practicing boxing.
Why not practice sword skills?
Swordsmanship is a weapon method, and schools do not teach it for free, so Feng Mu did not learn it.
Basic boxing and gymnastics are the same, both are free.
The difficulty of basic boxing is very low. Even Feng Mu can practice it completely without any mistakes. He doesn't even need to follow the video. Every movement is burned into his muscle memory.
Wang Jian forgot to smoke the cigarette in his mouth. He looked at Feng Mu in surprise, his mind full of questions.
No, we all dropped out of school and gave up on the college entrance examination. Are you making a fool of yourself?
"The first position, straight punch."
"The second position, punch."
"The third position, elbow strike."
"Fourth style, short thrust."
Feng Mu acted solemnly, as rigidly and without spirituality as before, but he could feel that something was different.
"The movements are still stiff, the punch speed is still slow, and the footwork is still uncoordinated, but..."
When a punch is thrown, the chest is stretched into an arrow, and the spine twists and creaks, It was like an iron burden being twisted by brute force.
The next moment.
A crisp explosion sounded in the air.
"Hiss, it's a strain." Feng Mu gritted his teeth in pain. He felt as if his arm was strained, and the skin on his wrist was in pain as if it was congested.
Wang Jian was sluggish, his burnt cigarette butts fell on his shoes, and he lost his voice and shouted: "The air is ringing?!"
Thanks to the mountain for the reward of drunkenness, okay? clatter.
(End of this chapter)