Chapter 33 The great denominator achievement, bean paste
I took a blood test before going to bed.
After sleeping, Feng Mu did not know whether the hematopoietic stem cells were working hard, but to be on the safe side, Feng Mu drew another tube of blood.
This will ensure that the growth rate of morning consumption will not drop due to blood recovery.
Eat and 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].
The memory of 10 years of practice is in my mind, but after all, it is just audio and video, lacking real touch, which makes people feel irritated, and they especially 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 check 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.
Burn 3 corpses.
Luckily, no black core exploded.
During lunch, Wang Jian told Feng Mu in high spirits that he had contacted Luo Ji.
As he expected, Luo Ji went down the dungeon with the advance team a few days ago, oh no, he went into 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 injured.
Luckily, Luo Ji survived and exited the Hidden Gate with the team. Although he did not make any discovery or meritorious service, the rules of the advance team were 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, with 1 point.
Wang Jian said enthusiastically: "Luo Ji has made great achievements. I'm so envious."
As blank citizens, they are the waste and garbage 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. The 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 will remain motionless as if it is dead.
Unless you risk your life like Luo Ji did.
Wang Jian was very happy for Luo Ji, 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 fucking 4 Bowl of organically synthesized meal, said calmly: "If half of the people die at one time, the probability of survival is 50%. If you survive 9 times in a row, the probability is about two thousandths."
Two thousandths, only the passing rate of the college entrance examination One-tenth of.
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 in the upper city?
Wang Jian’s face instantly collapsed.
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 have an adventure. He sighed in frustration.
Feng Mu took the plate and left. In fact, he still had something 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, and both bodies exploded with black cores. They both belonged to Feng Mu, and 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?
The number of 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 does not seem to be a large number, but you must know that not everyone can change the corpse. The threshold for this thing is said to be not low. No matter what, it has to be He 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 doesn't care about the harm of corpses to human existence. He just wants to eat enough.
“Perhaps, the merchants who specialize in collecting black cores in the black market can know some secrets, but the less you know, the longer you live. I just want to know how many black cores the black market merchants have in their hands, and how many black cores they can package. Sell it to me?”
At the end of another work day, Feng Mu took a break from his busy schedule and did gymnastics for another four hours.
[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 for 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's evil and resentful 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 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 someone who eats meat and eats vegetarian food?
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 Evil Resent Iron is Feng Mu’s White Moonlight.
After get 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 the other with red hair did not hide away when Feng Mu glanced over at him, but stared back with fierce expressions, a cigarette hanging from the corner of his mouth.
Feng Mu avoided looking, and the two gangsters laughed perversely.
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 food vendor's cart.
While eating without paying, he was cursing and spitting on the ground.
“You don’t cover up, but you stay in the open. What can you find out? No, it’s not about finding the murderer, but you are using this method to put psychological pressure on me and other people on the list?”< br>
Feng Mu thought for a moment and couldn't think of any other explanation.
He closed the curtains and changed the phone card.
Normally 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.
——Big brother, 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. 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~
(End of this chapter)