Chapter 131 A Heart-Warming Scene? (Monthly Vote Requested)

At 8 o'clock in the morning on April 16, Feng Mu's biological clock woke him up from his dream on time as usual.

Even though two-thirds of his body had been transformed into corpses, the strange thing was that his biological clock was still running accurately.

Feng Mu is often confused by this absurd phenomenon: is the corpse deceiving the biological clock, or is the biological clock deceiving the corpse?

In the quiet morning, Feng Mu's thoughts began to wander.

He sometimes fell into strange thinking. If human souls really disappear without a trace after death, but the corpses continue to move like the "zombie" in movies and TV series, will these corpses still retain the habits and habits of their lives?

He imagined whether a strong swimmer who was good at swimming during his lifetime would still have the instinct to soak in water every day after his death;

Or, will a hard-working social animal, even after death, wake up at eight o'clock every morning and habitually go to the company to check in;

And a technician who is addicted to his work will stay in bed every day, driving and twitching like crazy even after he dies, and becomes the best-selling health care product - an inflatable doll.

These questions swirled in Feng Mu's mind, which were both strange and philosophical.

After pondering for a moment to no avail, Feng Mu stood up from the bed and reached out to open the drawer of the bedside table.

A normal person's bedside table may be filled with various items such as small umbrellas, massage sticks, and small fleas.

However, Feng Mu's bedside table is different. Glass syringes and needles are always neatly placed in it. He is a person who has escaped from vulgar taste.

He reluctantly lifted up his sleeves and pricked the blood vessels in his arms, and his muscles tensed and contracted instinctively.

Feng Mu took out 200cc of blood with difficulty and suddenly felt refreshed. Although in the martial arts gym, he could still act as an "iron man" for Yuan Xidi every day and lose some health bars.

However, without the part of using a needle to draw blood, Feng Mu always felt uncomfortable, as if he was missing a sense of pious ritual.

Just like watching "learning materials" on a mobile phone in a private corner of the classroom, the difference between wearing headphones and playing in public is as significant.

The former is always somewhat sneaky and secretive, and the passion seems to be compromised in silence;

As for the latter, every time a ripple of sound spreads, it will stir up resonance in the air, making every pore of your body climax and tremble exponentially, so that your soul will tremble with pleasure.

The metaphor may not be appropriate, but the profound meaning it contains has something in common if you look closely.

Feng Mu gently pulled out the needle, his eyes lingering on the needle tubes that were slightly bent due to tight muscles, and then threw them into the trash can without hesitation.

"The syringe can be cleaned and reused, while the needle can only be replaced and replenished."

Feng Mu sighed. Now that he had control over Ma Bin's wallet, he would not worry about small money, but simply found it troublesome.

Fortunately, these are just some trivial things in life.

Feng Mu squatted quietly in the toilet, washing himself carefully, feeling an indescribable calmness and tranquility surging in his heart.

The former "enemies" are no longer there, those peeping eyes have disappeared, and future revenge has been cleverly passed on to others... everything is perfect.

Feng Mu's mood at this moment was like that of a serial murderer who had just killed someone and entered a short cooling-off period called the Sage's Time.

Go out.

He still got on the old bicycle that accompanied him through wind and rain, and rode slowly along the familiar road to the incineration plant in the distance.

After being absent from work for a week, Feng Mu's salary for this month has been deducted.

Ask for leave?

It doesn't exist. There is no "Labor Rights Protection Law" in this world. The incineration plant did not fire him directly, which was beyond Feng Mu's expectations.

Fortunately, Feng Mula didn't come to the incineration plant just for the salary.

"I didn't expect that the incineration plant is quite human, ah no, it's quite corpse-like~" Feng Mu complained openly in his heart.

Wang Jian was still squatting on the steps as usual, holding a cigarette in his hand and puffing out the smoke.

Feng Mu looked at him, and inexplicably, he felt that the latter's simple and honest old farmer's temperament was very similar to someone he had met once... Zhang Hao.

Of course, for Zhang Hao, the appearance of an old farmer is just a superficial disguise, but for Wang Jian, this is his truest appearance.

Probably...

When he saw Feng Mu's figure, the expression on his face instantly brightened, and his unconcealable joy and excitement were beyond words.

Sitting next to Wang Jian was another young man with a thin build and an unfamiliar face. He had a mask hanging from his ears and also had a cigarette in his mouth, sucking every puff.

When Wang Jian stood up and walked towards him, the latter just stood up and glanced at him blankly. Then he took two more puffs of cigarette, casually threw the cigarette butt on the ground, stamped it out with his toes, and then turned around and walked away. Back to the incineration room.

Feng Mu didn't pay attention and looked at Wang Jian with a faint smile on his face.

Before he could speak, Wang Jian poured the words he had been holding in for a week onto the floor like beans, and the splashing sound fell into Feng Mu's ears.

"Feng Mu, why didn't you come to work this week?"

"I sent you a message, but your reply was very slow. Did something happen at home?"

"Oh, the one just now is the new incinerator hired by the factory. His name is Zhong Lei. He doesn't like to talk much."

"But don't worry. I asked secretly and the factory has no intention of firing you. The amount of corpses burned has doubled recently, and there is too much work to handle."

"......."

Meeting Wang Jian's sincere and concerned eyes, Feng Mu patted the latter's shoulder and replied wordlessly, half-truths and half-falsities.

"Well, something happened at home and someone was hospitalized, so it was delayed for a few days, but don't worry, everything has been taken care of."

"Has the workload become heavier again? Fortunately, I have hired another person. Otherwise, if I were to tire you out, wouldn't it be my fault? I'm sorry."

"Oh, my name is Zhong Lei, right? I don't like to talk. It doesn't matter. It's not a big problem. We can get along slowly and it will be fine as time goes by."

Feng Mu always had a faint smile on his face, a smile that was as warm as ever after going through a storm. His voice was gentle and calm, making Wang Jian feel inexplicably convinced and at ease.

Feng Mu did not tell Wang Jian that he might want to leave his job in the future. There was no rush and he would wait until the "transfer" procedures were finalized.

In fact, he doesn't need to come. After all, if you leave your job, you don't have to go through any formalities. You just don't need a salary. Love comes or not.

But Feng Mu still planned to stay on duty for the last few days, for no other reason than because he was a person who valued emotions and was also a person who started and finished everything.

Looking at the body bags on the small iron cart next to them, Wang Jian and Wang Jian lifted them one end at a time and moved them into the incinerator. They smelled the peculiar smell close at hand and looked at the ugly and ferocious but truly harmless faces of the corpses.

Deep in Feng Mu's heart, a long-lost sense of intimacy quietly emerged, as if he had found in this smelly air that deep comfort that could soothe people's hearts.

The corners of his mouth raised slightly, and he said to Wang Jian in a relaxed and humorous tone: "Since the amount of corpses to be burned has doubled, I wonder if these evil corpses will reward you with more black cores to comfort you for your hard work. What about their end-of-life service?”

Wang Jian scratched his head, then carefully took out a heavy bag from the cabinet next to him, and handed it to Feng Mu:

"It's all here. All the harvests from our incineration rooms this week are here. I'm really lucky. There are 21 black cores in total. Count them..."

Feng Mu took the bag with a trusting smile on his lips.

How could he go into details? He is a person who always trusts his friends with the greatest goodwill.

Feng Mu took out his wallet from his pocket, counted out a wad and handed it to Wang Jian: "Heihe's money, and the money I owed you before, can you count them down?"

It is even more impossible for Wang Jian to count money. He now trusts Feng Mu very much and trusts Feng Mu as much as he trusts his spiritual mentor.

In the depths of the crematorium, those once twisted and ferocious corpses slowly melted under the high temperature, and the air was filled with the aroma of burnt meat.

However, under the scorching flames, the most sincere and trustworthy friendship in the world is being performed in front of the stove without any violation, making the already hot air even more heart-warming...

Please ask for monthly tickets at the beginning of the month~

I’m discharged from the hospital hahaha,