"Well, there will be no corpse fraud tonight."
After working for a while and wiping the non-existent sweat on his head, Sun Haoran gave the greatest recognition to the employee who dealt with this dangerous guy tonight.
But it's natural when you think about it. After all, the person dealing with this guy tonight is not an ordinary employee, but one of the company's most outstanding 'temporary workers', Feng Baobao.
Some strangers have extremely tenacious vitality, so Sun Haoran always carries a knife to prevent accidents, but he felt at ease working tonight.
Of course, last-hitting is also part of his job.
The employees of Nadutong have a clear division of labor, and he is a member of the logistics department, who is responsible for supporting and dealing with the worries of some frontline combatants. For example, cleaning up the battlefield and cleaning up the battlefield are all within the scope of his work.
Such a position is called a "cleaner" in Nandoutong.
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"Click——"
"Snapped--"
Opening the door to the apartment, he threw the key on top of the wooden shoe rack aside.
This is a staff dormitory accessible from anywhere, with single rooms, not luxurious, but not bad either.
After delivering all the 'goods' that needed to be hauled back tonight to the designated location, Sun Haoran finally completed tonight's task and ushered in just a few hours of rest.
Sun Haoran closed the door and walked into the house. He picked up a bottle of white wine from the table, unscrewed the cap and poured it into his mouth.
It's not that he really wants to drink, it's just that after a certain age, it's hard for him to fall asleep after that point.
So he actually drinks to help him sleep, please don’t imitate him.
After drinking, he fell on the bed.
The moon in the sky has tilted, and it is already one o'clock in the morning.
"Ah - I'm so exhausted!"
Lying on the bed in a big font, Sun Haoran looked at the ceiling and complained. As soon as he drank, he started to talk too much.
"My nose is full of formalin and fishy smell..."
Drowsiness gradually came over him, his eyelids became heavier and heavier, and his consciousness began to become trance-like.
Vaguely, he couldn't help but recall the figure he happened to meet again tonight.
Feng Baobao, she seems to be someone forgotten by time.
From the first meeting, he has maintained the same look, with messy long black hair, a sloppy expression, and the company's work clothes that have not changed the style for a long time, even looking a bit sloppy.
But the scruffy appearance couldn't hide that face.
Although the light in the alley was dim, it was enough for Sun Haoran to see clearly the face that had not changed in ten years and was still as beautiful as ever.
Gradually, two memories from different times overlapped in Sun Haoran's mind.
There was also a bloody corpse at his feet, and in front of him was a sloppy woman holding a kitchen knife.
"Speaking of which, it seems that you were the one who led me into this world..."
Sun Haoran was lying on the bed and lamenting the past ten years since he traveled to this world.
When he first traveled to this world 10 years ago, the original owner of this body happened to become an orphan.
To put it simply, the original owner's family was involved in the incident, his parents happened to be killed, and then the original owner was frightened to death before he was killed, and he happened to pass through the soul at this time.
At this point, someone held a knife to his neck and experienced the feeling of being close to death.
What's more coincidental is that at that moment, Feng Baobao rushed to save this innocent 'child'.
At that time, Sun Haoran determined that this was the world of "Under One Person". And when he traveled back in time, he was involved in the incident, and was rescued by the heroine. According to the development of the story, no matter how you look at it, this is definitely the protagonist's plot!
But……
"Ten years have passed in the blink of an eye. I should have been a time traveler with the protagonist's script... Why did I end up like this?"
He murmured to himself, raised his hand and grabbed the chandelier on the ceiling.
It was clearly right in front of him, but he might not be able to reach that height even if he jumped up.
He is not an alien, but a hybrid with a poor bloodline of C level. The so-called hybrid refers to a mixture of human and dragon.
This kind of bloodline was not originally supposed to exist in the world of "Under One Person", but should exist in another world called "Dragon Clan".
But this seems to be a golden finger given to him by the system when he traveled through time. It makes sense when he thinks about it.
Although it sounds very noble, how about sending a C-level bloodline to be a beggar?
In short, Sun Haoran felt that his system was so irresponsible that it began to fail after he was brought into this world.
What's the use of giving a C-level mixed-breed bloodline? Are there any words that are useful? However, it is difficult for Yanling, who is ranked at the bottom of the periodic table of words and spirits to count, to defeat ordinary aliens. It is a pity to abandon them as they are tasteless.
Oh, by the way, in addition to bloodline, the system seems to have left him an egg the size of a pebble. Although I don’t know what it does, after all, this egg has not changed after ten years, and it is too ugly to be used as a decoration. .
Then... then there was no more. The system began to trash it and ignore him after he left these things in time travel. It seemed that the only function he could use at will was the storage space.
The worst thing is that the system doesn't care about him, and the body he traveled through has no bones. There are so many martial arts in this world, but he can only look at them with greed. Is there any time traveler who is worse than him? A guy like him would be nothing more than a scumbag among strangers...
"Ah - what are you thinking about?"
Sun Haoran patted his head to stop himself from boring thoughts and rest quickly.
"My life is pretty good now. I deliver express delivery during the day and deal with some sundries at night. It's safe and the salary is good. A regular company also provides five insurances and one housing fund. The most important thing is that there are such good dormitories and good meals every day. ."
He is a mixed race after all, and with the special ability of speaking spirit, he can indeed be called a 'foreigner'. Although his ability is not very outstanding, it is enough for him to hang around in the company and wait to die.
The job is stable, the salary is good, and food and housing are included.
What's not to be satisfied with?
"It's good to live in troubled times without seeking to learn and reach the princes."
He smiled mockingly to himself. Although he sounded otherworldly, he was actually just a salted fish.
But it doesn’t matter.
Finally, his eyes fell, sleep swallowed his consciousness, and the noisy summer cicadas could be heard outside the window.
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early morning.
Nadutong Express Co., Ltd., back door.
"Hiss~"
As Sun Haoran walked towards the company, he gritted his teeth and touched his aching head.
"It's such a bad feeling to be hungover... Damn it, it's all because there were too many goods last night."
He complained as he walked towards the most remote corner of the company.
Unlike those employees who are killing everyone on the 'front line', the department where they are 'cleaners' is located in a relatively remote location.
