Chapter 30 Peeping and Tracking
9 o'clock in the morning.
The 205th failure.
Overall, the increase in times has slowed down, which means that the average time taken each time has become longer, and each time I am closer to success, and I am more angry.
On two occasions, I even counted more than 95 times in a row, and then stopped, and I was so angry that I vomited blood.
The last time Feng Mu was so angry, the system activation mission was interrupted and he killed the culprit Zheng Hang.
This time, he couldn't get rid of him and vented his anger.
"Calm down, calm down. You will definitely succeed today. The more anxious you are, the easier it is to make mistakes. Take it easy first and calm down your mood."
Feng Mu took several deep breaths in succession and controlled the phalanges to return to their original shape. , retract the fingertips.
While carving the phalanges last night, Feng Mu discovered that his bones seemed to have some memory function.
If you deform and shape it into a certain shape many times, you can shape it the same way next time without using your brain, which is a bit like muscle memory.
For example,
It took him nearly 4 hours to carve ten phalanges last night, and it might only take him half an hour to get them exactly the same today.
Go to the bathroom, wash your face with cold water, sit on the toilet, and drain out the bad emotions along with the poop.
Feng Mu finished breakfast with dark circles under his eyes, went out, and went to a black clinic two streets away to buy a few injection needles.
The reason why he went to a black clinic was because he was a blank citizen and had to wait in long lines to go to regular medical institutions.
Even if you are not seeing a doctor, but just buying some syringes, you will have to wait in line for at least a month, and you may not be able to buy them yet.
The last time Wang Xiuli cut her finger while cooking, she had to wait for a month to buy gauze at the hospital. Of course it was impossible to buy it. By the time she got it back, the scar had healed. Finally, Feng Ju took some from the patrol room. go home.
The medical supplies available in black clinics are relatively limited, and the prices start at least three times more expensive. The more you buy, the more expensive they become.
What’s even more outrageous is that the black clinic has been running very well, and the people at the bottom are scolding it, but actually they don’t want it to be closed down. The people at the top have made repeated orders to investigate in the news, but in fact, in the end, they all The heavy raindrops are small, and the fines are hasty.
The owner and doctor of the black clinic is named Ge Qingming. He is in his 50s, bald, wears gold-rimmed glasses, and likes to look at people with one eye.
Usually in the clinic, he wears a white coat of the same style as the hospital. The collar is dirty but the cuffs are very clean. Combined with his outfit, Feng Mu has only been here twice, but he has a nondescript temperament. Very impressive.
There is a rag doll hanging on a red string on the door of the clinic. It has only one eye and the other eye is disconnected. The mouth is wide open and a long tongue is sticking out of it.
"There is a strange rag doll hanging above the door. It is really a weird doctor's weird aesthetic."
Feng Mu complained in his heart, opened the door and walked in.
He didn't notice that the moment his hair accidentally brushed against the doll, the doll's tongue moved as if blown by the wind.
"Dr. Ge, I would like 5 syringes, do you have any?"
There are two patients in the clinic who are drinking water. Ge Qingming is sitting in his seat with his eyelids slightly raised. After a while, Feng Mu approached and asked.
Ge Qingming: "Would you like new ones or recycled ones? A new one costs 150 and a second-hand one costs 50."
Feng Mu twitched his face and smacked his lips at the price of the syringes. The syringe in the previous life was so expensive, and it was clearly marked as second-hand. It was simply outrageous.
Feng Mu took out his wallet and did not bargain: "New ones, 5 sticks, plus 1 bottle of disinfectant alcohol, how much does it cost?"
Ge Qingming took out the things Feng Mu wanted from the cabinet and piled them on the table. Push it up: "1000."
Exaggerated price, no wonder the most common saying on the lips of the blank people is that it is better to meet the Black King of Hell than the White Death.
Black Hell refers to the black robe of the night watchman. Seeing that black robe means that you have been transformed into a corpse or infected by evil spirits.
The White Death refers to the white coat.
The Black King of Hell is deadly, and the White Death is even more deadly.
Feng Mu didn't want to talk nonsense to Ge Qingming. He paid for the goods, put them in his shoulder bag and left.
The previous schoolbag was burned together with the ashes. This cloth bag was given to Feng Ju by the patrol room. 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.
A dozen patients came in and out of the black clinic one after another.
When it was time for lunch break, Ge Qingming emptied the patients, walked to the door and raised his hand to pull down the rolling shutter door halfway.
Suddenly, his half-bent waist froze, and his bald head tilted back until it was bent 90 degrees, and the back of his head reached his back, and his two squinting eyes looked straight at the hanging rag doll.
"Huh?" The voice was old and a little crisp, like the voice of old age coming from the inverted neck, or like the baby voice of a rag doll shaking its tongue.
At the same time, Feng Mu took three buses and got off at Wuguan Street.
For example, in the previous life, gyms liked to gather together. There were more than a dozen martial arts schools of various sizes stationed on the martial arts street.
There is no need to investigate. Anyone with a little bit of brains will understand that if the martial arts master dares to open a martial arts gym here and can continue to operate it, then the martial arts gym owner has more or less real skills.
Of course, whether it can be passed on to you and whether you can learn it is another matter.
Feng Mu did not come here to learn martial arts from a master. He simply wanted to find a martial arts gym with many students so that he could join hands with them on stage and try their fists and kicks in his free time.
Winning or losing is not important. What is important is that he can have a fixed place where he can frequently collect combat experience packs.
To be honest, he didn't know much about martial arts schools in this world. Because he was short of money, he had never set foot in one.
“???”
Feng Mu, who was rejected by Canglong Martial Arts School Chou, had black lines all over his head.
Can you imagine that if you apply for a gym membership, you will be turned away because you are thin or have too much body fat?
You can’t imagine it, but Canglong Martial Arts School rejected his request for a card because he didn’t meet the standards.
Feng Mu did not believe in evil and went to several martial arts schools in succession. Without exception, he was rejected by all of them, but his attitude was either contemptuous or polite.
“Every martial arts gym has set up a threshold. Well, I can’t climb higher.”
Feng Mu gritted his teeth, turned around and walked towards the end of the street, stopping at a restaurant with the most decorated In front of the old martial arts gym, which is the sparseest and deserted place.
Feng Mu still refuses to give up. It is very important to him to make up for his shortcomings in combat and accumulate pseudo-actual combat experience.
He raised his head and looked at the plaque with a bit of paint peeling off - Dou Qiong.
"Dou Qiong, right? Your name is very good. I'll give you a chance. I hope you won't be disrespectful." Feng Mu took a deep breath and walked in full of momentum.
If this martial arts gym doesn’t accept him anymore, he will have no choice but to find a way to forge a bone test form.
A quarter of an hour later.
Feng Mu held an ordinary membership card in his hand and walked out with a dazed expression.
It’s done.
Without asking any questions, the clerk who applied for the card just registered his basic information. There was a flash of surprise on his face when he registered that he was an incinerator.
The other thing is that he received an ordinary annual fee of 5,000 yuan and gave him a membership notice.
The success was so incredible that Feng Mu had to reflect on whether he had been deceived.
So, people are just cheap, and they are prone to complaining if it is too difficult or too easy.
Feng Mu turned around and looked at the plaque again, then put away his membership card and left. He just came out to apply for a card today to relax and change his mind.
"Come back to get Dou Qiong's experience pack when you have time in two days. Go back now. You will definitely win the [Crane Claw Skill] tonight!" Feng Mu thought to himself.
Transfer to the bus for the return trip, which takes 1 hour.
When I returned to the community, some of the lights in the upper city were extinguished one after another, and the night was dimmed by half.
When he reached the top of the stairs, his cell phone vibrated in his trouser pocket. Feng Mu paused, suddenly turned his head and looked back, and found a sneaky figure following him from a distance.
“Are you being followed?” Feng Mu pretended not to notice and turned his head back.
As he walked up the stairs, he dialed text messages.
——Boss, I’m a bit busy today and haven’t found a suitable opportunity to reply to my message.
——Boss Zheng relies on Brother Bin’s brains, but he seems to be a little wary of Brother Bin. However, in this recent investigation, Boss Zheng seems to completely trust Brother Bin to let Brother Bin go and investigate.
——By the way, this is Brother Bin’s new list.
It is not a photo, but a text editor, so there is only a long list of name information separated by commas.
Dong Jia, Li Gan, Luo Ji, Xiang Shuren, Gong Yi, Feng Mu, Sun Xuangang, Jiang Erniu...
Feng Mu turned off the screen of his phone with an expressionless face, put it back into his trouser pocket, and opened it The light from the living room door cast a long slanting shadow in the corridor.
Happy Chinese Valentine's Day, dear friends.
I'm single, I'm afraid, Feng Mu will be with you, okay~
(End of this chapter)