Chapter 12 If you want to die, don’t die here!
What Wang Yuanjing has to do is different from that of ordinary forensic scientists or other similar professions.

He was very pressed for time as he had to race against the speed of the Three Corpses manifesting, so he didn't have much time to adapt.

And what he has to do is not just to adapt, he also has to imagine that the person lying on the operating table is himself, and empathize with the other person to the greatest extent possible.

Tu Junfang never interfered with Wang Yuanjing's activities. Most of the time, he stayed alone in the morgue with the corpses.

So Wang Yuanjing's daily life became like this:
I was awakened by a nightmare in the morning, and then I sat cross-legged on the bed, meditating and cultivating my Qi to make up for the loss of my energy.

Then I got up, washed up, and went into the morgue before breakfast, observing every inch of the swollen skin of the corpse with my eyes, smelling the stench of rotting protein in the air with my nose, and touching every inch of the corpse's "skin" with my hands.
Occasionally I would lie on another operating table and imagine that I was a corpse like the guy next door.

Yes, after spending some time together, Wang Yuanjing already knew the gender of the corpse; it was a man.

The reason why we have to go to the morgue before eating breakfast is that if we eat and then go there, we will vomit it out. The human mind is far more sensitive than the eyes, ears, mouth, and nose.
Imagining your skin peeling off and rotting away bit by bit is a torment for anyone.

If you can't bear it anymore, go out and vomit.

Of course, most of the time nothing can be vomited out, because the aliens have a strong digestive ability and the food they ate the night before has been digested. If they don’t eat in the morning, they will not be able to vomit out.

After vomiting, Wang Yuanjing would have breakfast and then continue to meditate and cultivate Qi.

It's almost time, so I go into the morgue with the old man again.

And then it repeats itself until the end of the day.

For Wang Yuanjing, the happiest time of the day is when he eats and practices Qi.

"Why don't you take a break? Go out and get some fresh air?"

Tu Junfang asked.

"Okay senior brother."

Wang Yuanjing seemed to have thought of something and nodded.

In such a cold and cramped environment, being with corpses every day, which good person can stand it?

Tu Junfang was right. I should indeed go out and get some fresh air. I also had some things that needed to be dealt with.

Wang Yuanjing thought to himself as his dark circles became increasingly darker and his eyes became bloodshot.

Looking at Wang Yuanjing's departing back, Tu Junfang couldn't help but shook his head.

This kid!
Perhaps Wang Yuanjing can really find a way out for the three demon sects.

Tu Junfang felt inexplicably certain.

After Wang Yuanjing came out of the morgue, he first went back to take a shower and shaved off his stubbled hair.

Then put on your clothes
"Sniff"

Wang Yuanjing, who thought his product was brand new, frowned because he smelled a stench of corpse.

Never mind, business is more important.

He went to the security booth before leaving the funeral park.

Old Sun was lying comfortably on a recliner, taking a nap with his eyes closed, while the radio on the table was playing stand-up comedy from Deyun Club.

Since there are not usually many "customers", his job is actually very comfortable, as long as he can overcome the hurdle in his heart.

What’s more, there’s extra money to be made. I wouldn’t trade it for anything even for a god!

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After hearing the noise, Old Sun sat up straight and found out that it was Wang Yuanjing. He was shocked.

Damn it, if you want to die, don’t die here with me!
"Well, Xiao Wang, are you feeling unwell? Do you want to go to the hospital?"

Old Sun frowned and asked tentatively.

"Why go to the hospital? I have mental problems, not physical problems!"

Wang Yuanjing frowned, somewhat dissatisfied.

This guy cursed me?
God swear to God, except when he touches corpses, his whole body is wrapped in Qi. What virus can get past the protection of Qi and infect him?

Really have a problem?

Old Sun cursed in his heart, who on earth was that person that Xiao Tu brought back?
He smiled awkwardly, and suddenly remembered that mentally ill people are most afraid of being called mentally ill. He didn't expect that Xiao Wang would be so honest even though he was sick. "Xiao Wang, if you have mental problems, you should go to the hospital! People should not be afraid of seeing a doctor!"

Wang Yuanjing then realized that the other party had misunderstood him. He was about to refute, but then his eyes rolled around and he stretched out his hand.

"Then give me some money and I'll go get treatment."

"My senior brother asked me to find you."

Old Sun was slightly stunned, then he actually took out a bundle of hundred-dollar bills from his pocket and handed it to the other party.

I'm just afraid you won't want it.

He secretly thought.

Wang Yuanjing and Tu Junfang are of the same kind. As long as they get the money, there is no reason for them to sell themselves out.

Wang Yuanjing took the banknotes, counted them, and frowned again.

This was seen by Old Sun who had been observing Wang Yuanjing on the opposite side.

Is this too little?

He pondered it in his mind, and then gritted his teeth.

Never mind, if there is more, I’ll just treat your illness.

Wang Yuanjing took the banknotes from Lao Sun's hand, put them into a stack and put them in his pocket, then looked at him tentatively.

Still want it!
Old Sun thought to himself, MMP, and quickly waved his hands.

"No more, really no more!"

Seeing that there was no profit to be made, Wang Yuanjing had to look away in disappointment.

He knew that what Old Sun said was probably the truth. The guy who brought the body last time drove a three-wheeled vehicle. How much money could he have made? Old Sun probably didn't make much.

"I hope so."

Wang Yuanjing muttered to himself.

Old Sun thought the other party was talking about curing an illness, so he had no choice but to take out a crumpled hundred-dollar bill from his pocket and give it to the other party.

"It's really gone. If you don't believe me, search for it."

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After seeing Wang Yuanjing off, Old Sun spat on the ground in indignation.

Who is this?
But it's okay to accept it. After all, it makes you feel more comfortable with the money. It doesn't matter if you earn less.

Old Sun, who thought he was being morally kidnapped, comforted himself in his heart.

But when he lay down on the chair again, he felt that the crosstalk on the radio was inexplicably noisy.

After leaving the funeral park, walk north for more than ten kilometers to reach the nearest town, but you still have to cross a mountain in the middle.

Wang Yuanjing estimated his own leg strength and thought that if he walked faster, he should be able to reach the destination in about half an hour for the ten kilometers.

However, he did not deliberately speed up, but strolled leisurely, as if he was going for an outing.

It seemed that the sunlight could kill the corpse-like smell on his body.

It took about an hour to get into the town, and even so, only a few ordinary people could do it.

This is the change that Qi brings to a person.

Wang Yuanjing walked into the small town in front of him, feeling a little emotional.

The town is located on the southern coast and is a real small town. Wang Yuanjing looked at the pedestrians on the street and estimated that the population of the entire town is only about tens of thousands of people.

He walked around almost the entire town before he found his destination.

"Sir, what would you like to order?"

(End of this chapter)