Emmm~

It is said that this method originated from ancient times, and its inventor was Yang Yongxin, known as the King of Thunder and Lightning...

Ahem.

The little nurse looked at Huang Mao's dead body, rubbed her arms vigorously, and asked in a whisper: "You, aren't you going to run away?"

"Why should I run?" Yan Yu looked at her in surprise.

The little nurse's face is a little baby-fat, and with her blond hair, she looks like a large doll. Although her skin is a bit rough, her facial features are very delicate, giving people a pitiful feeling.

And very rich.

Yan Yu withdrew his gaze vaguely, put out the cigarette butt, and lay back down again as if he were back at home: "You can tell the truth about his death."

"..."

The little nurse's eyes were full of doubts. This person gave her a very strange feeling.

He doesn't seem to think that he is a prisoner, and he doesn't have the resentment that a prisoner should have, racking his brains to escape, if I have to describe it...

Psychologist, detective, highly intelligent murderer?

The impression that Yan Yu gave her was more like one of the above-mentioned professions. He was calm and composed, with clear thinking. He had his own unique set of rules and procedures, and his mood swings were very slight.

Yan Yu, who committed a murderous act, and Yan Yu, who was lying on the bed, seemed to be two completely different people. The word "contradiction" was vividly expressed in him.

call……

The string in his heart relaxed, and the raging pain flooded into his brain, quickly eroding his consciousness. When he reached the peak of the shackles, his consciousness no longer persisted and was drowned by the severe pain.

Simply put, he passed out.

——

Hospital.

Tick ​​tock~

The hour hand, minute hand and second hand overlap at twelve o'clock.

"Forehead……"

Yan Yu pulled out his hand with difficulty and rubbed his sleepy forehead.

What he saw when he opened his eyes was a simple ward. There was only one bedside table in the whole room, plus a bed, and not even a socket. It was a standard prisoner's single room.

From time to time there were footsteps and vague voices outside the door, but it was hard to hear them clearly.

As soon as he moved a little, he felt as if his body was falling apart. Waves of severe pain kept coming, stimulating his consciousness like needles.

Arms, thighs, especially back and shoulders...

If he hadn't protected his head when he was beaten, Yan Yu seriously doubted that he would have been beaten into an idiot. At least a concussion would have been unavoidable.

"Damn it, I won't let you go." Yan Yu frowned. He had no interest in clearing himself of his grievances. How could others take care of his shit? All he knew was that Tom beat him.

What nonsense is right and wrong? He just wants revenge!

With a strong will, he firmly suppressed the pain, and after resting for a while, Yan Yu quietly got out of bed.

He came to the window and looked around, figuring out which floor he was on. After a brief thought, he opened the window and slipped out.

Maybe it's a coincidence?

He walked to the ward on the second floor, which happened to be where the athlete was.

Seeing a humanoid spider suddenly appear outside the window, the athlete's face instantly turned pale, his leg in a plaster kept shaking, and he almost jumped up on the spot.

Open the window, jump in and roll over on the spot.

Yan Yu came to the hospital bed and found a fruit knife from the bedside table. He placed it lightly on his neck and murmured: "Scream, just scream if you want to die."

"Forehead……"

The athlete's forehead was covered with cold sweat, and under the illumination of the moonlight, there was a faint cold light. The black skin was so frightened that his color faded, and he swallowed his exclamations driven by a strong desire to survive.

He saw that Yan Yu's clothes were prison uniforms, and he also saw that Yan Yu's body was covered with injuries.

Almost instantly, he knew that this guy was a desperado.

If anyone dares to scream, this grandson will really dare to kill him.

Gazing across the necklace around his neck, Yan Yu frowned unconsciously, pulled off the necklace from his neck, played with it and said, "I don't want to kill you, I just came here to get this."

It was mentioned in the forum post that the athlete named Anderson had a job-changing item in his hand which was a necklace around his neck.

In the game, job-changing items are special props, and there is no point in taking them away directly.

You must contact relevant NPCs and obtain rewards after completing a series of tasks before you can have the function of changing jobs.

Since this place is no different from reality, Yan Yu wants to see if he can directly steal the job transfer.

obviously.

cannot!

Although the necklace in his hand glows with green light, it is not usable.

Props: silver necklace

Function: Athletes’ career change props (not available)

Note: It needs to be soaked in the blood of the enemy before it can be used.

Enemy?

Yan Yu narrowed his eyes, is this a different kind of mission?

The post mentioned that Anderson got into a fight with someone in a bar and injured his leg. Due to the damaged ligaments, he would bid farewell to his career as an athlete.

The ultimate goal of the relevant mission is to kill the person who injured Anderson's leg.

Coincidentally, the gangster who had a conflict with Anderson and caused him to become disabled turned out to be Huang Mao, who had been sent to the morgue.

It's useless to think too much, you'll know after you try it.

Yan Yu raised the necklace and said casually: "I took the necklace away because the gangster who caused you to retire was killed by me. This is my reward."

"Eh?"

Anderson was stunned.

What the hell?

A prisoner suddenly broke in in the middle of the night. He snatched his necklace and said that the gangster was dead. What the hell?

this……

Looking at the fruit knife dangling in front of his eyes, he nodded wisely: "Okay, you can do whatever you want."

"If you don't believe it, he is lying in the morgue now. You can go over and have a look at any time."

Yan Yu put down the fruit knife, shook hands with him with a smile, put on the necklace and quickly left the ward, leaving Anderson in a daze who had not yet reacted.

After a long while, he breathed a sigh of relief, subconsciously touched his neck and muttered: "You're crazy."

But for some reason, the words Yan Yu said when he left repeatedly lingered in his mind, and he couldn't help but feel a little shaken.

perhaps.

Didn't the other party lie to him?

"I'll have an excuse to go take a look tomorrow." Anderson squinted his eyes and muttered secretly.

If Huang Mao was really dead, he decided not to call the police.

…

Turn the corner and come to another ward.

Yan Yu squinted at the strong man sleeping in the room, pushed open the door and walked in. He almost didn't need to take a closer look. What glowed in his field of vision was a towel, which was also a job change item.

He originally wanted to take it into his hand and look at it, but suddenly from the corner of his eye, he saw a group of green light in the trash basket. From the outline, it looked like a document.

Huh?

Yan Yu raised his eyebrows and took out the documents from the trash can.

Props:Labor Contract

Function: Labor transfer tool

Explanation: Sign your name and you will become the slave of the capitalist.

"Good luck."

Yan Yu twitched the corner of his mouth. There are many professions in the Xingtu game, but not all job-changing items require the completion of a series of tasks, such as company contracts, employment letters, etc.
Chapter completed!