"Your savings card with tail number 8972 has an income of 70,000 yuan (inter-bank remittance) on August 14, 2044, and the balance is 1,845,600 yuan."

Seeing the prompt text message popping up on his phone, Su Mo's right hand paused slightly, and then quickly swiped over.

This is the income of last night's order, and it can be regarded as the extra money he occasionally earns now.

With his current income, it is not difficult to earn three or four hundred thousand a month.

This money is placed in a super first-tier city, that is, a middle class.

But in a small place like Qinghu, it is enough for him to live comfortably, and dozens of chicken legs are dazzling in one meal without distress.

Of course, as time goes by, the weirdness will appear more and more frequently, and the money will only increase in the future, so there is no need to worry too much about this.

At the same time, Su Mo also knew very clearly that the so-called money, respect, and status were just accessories brought by his own strength.

As long as the strength is strong enough, everything will follow.

"It's a pity that I left in too much of a hurry last night and forgot to ask him about the outcome of that incident."

"But since he didn't take the initiative to respond, there must be no news, right?"

Su Mo decided that when he was free tonight, he would talk to Xuanyang Dao Chief.

For now, it's better to finish the work at hand.

“604！”

"The order for 604 is ready!"

"Here we are."

Su Mo responded, walked quickly to the steaming outlet, and took down the packaged order for takeaway.

He put the takeaway into the huge square trunk behind the small electric donkey, shook hands, and walked with the car.

Last night's [Turbidity] order earned him 100 attribute points.

According to the minimum reward of 80 points.

Putting aside the yellow pages level in the river, the remaining three white-shirted ones plus the fragmentary tricks are worth at most 20 points in the system's judgment.

I have to say that the rewards of high-level weird monsters are really rich.

It's just a pity that the Yellow Pages level is already difficult to encounter, let alone other levels above this.

But no matter what, with the 100 points earned last night, as long as you send another 80 ordinary takeaways today, you can still order full spiritual attributes, complete the goal of 4,000 all attributes, and gain new abilities.

And now, after a morning of food delivery, he has delivered 75 orders, and the goal is close at hand.

Su Mo drove at full speed and arrived at a new food delivery destination, Meteor Mansion.

Under the daylight, the exterior walls of this tall building of more than 30 floors are mottled, and the windows are rusty, revealing a sense of withering and dilapidation.

As a building built in the last century, Meteor Building once had the reputation of being the tallest building in Qinghu.

It's a pity that high-rise buildings have sprung up all over the country like mushrooms after a rain.

The reputation of the Meteor Mansion has gradually been obscured, and now no one cares about it.

Su Mo raised his eyes and swept over the dilapidated building, and his gaze immediately fell on the yellow warning tape.

He suddenly remembered the news he saw last night, it seemed that several people had recently jumped off the building to commit suicide, and even almost smashed the pedestrians passing by.

Su Mo didn't care about the thoughts of those who jumped off the building, but the building in front of him faintly revealed an unusual atmosphere, which was obviously not as simple as he imagined.

He glanced at his phone and noticed that the background of the order had somehow turned a cloudy yellow.

"Okay, I hope there will be some new tricks."

The corners of Su Mo's mouth lifted slightly, and he strode in with the takeaway.

Once inside, it's like stepping into another world.

The warm sunlight dissipated, replaced by bursts of cold enveloping him from all directions, wet and greasy trying to wrap around him.

"Gave you face, didn't you?"

Su Mo sneered, his qi and blood shook slightly, and the cold meaning melted like ice and snow in an instant.

Su Mo didn't bother to continue wasting time.

He went to the atrium and looked up through the cloister in the shape of a mouth.

With a slight step on his feet, the whole person rushed up to the thirty-second floor like an arrow from the string.

Step into a long-defunct grass studio on the left.

The walls are covered in graffiti, and broken tables and chairs are scattered in the room.

Dirty jars of paint can also be seen in the corners.

A wood-colored brush rests on the pen stand, and the tip of the pen drips scarlet paint, as if someone had just used it.

And on the wall behind the pen holder, four large scarlet letters are painted crookedly: Welcome.

These four words seem to have a striking attraction that draws the viewer forward.

Su Mo stepped forward, his steps were steady, and his stride distance was as precise as a measurement.

Two meters in front of the wall, he suddenly stopped.

This sudden pause seemed to disrupt the plans of those behind the scenes.

After a moment of silence, a phantom with bloody eyes and tears suddenly appeared out of thin air from behind him, and was about to reach out and push him forward.

But she suddenly found that she couldn't move, like a worm sealed in amber.

It was just a moment of panic, and her whole body was crumpled into the size of a soybean by some terrifying invisible force, and fell straight into Su Mo's pocket.

At this time, the wall in front of Su Mo's eyes suddenly disappeared.

What appeared in front of him was a hollow windowsill, only two meters away from being able to step into the air and fall.

After dealing with this yellow-page level weird, Su Mo turned to look at the log-colored paintbrush placed on the pen stand.

The body of the pen is engraved with many twisted runes, faintly taking on the shape of a chrysanthemum.

The chrysanthemum-shaped rune gave him a very bad feeling.

Su Mo's gaze froze slightly, and the brush suddenly exploded into powder, mixed into the dust and sand and disappeared.

He nodded with satisfaction, glanced at the takeaway in his hand, and showed a heartfelt smile:

"Yes, I can have a free meal again today."

More than half an hour later.

A figure in a black uniform is carefully inspecting the grass studio.

Wei Cang looked at the fresh powder scattered on the ground, dipped it with his hand and twisted it, and said in surprise:

"Wooden paintbrushes?"

A pair of long legs suddenly fell in front of him, and Liu Wushuang reported calmly:

"Confirmed the captain, there should be only one person here, and that Yellow Pages level monster must have been killed by him."

"I have to thank him for that."

Wei Cang stood up from the ground and loosened his shoulders:

"Now that it is an eventful season, the bureau's manpower is already insufficient, and all the cases are busy, and the help of these folk magicians can be regarded as greatly reducing our pressure.

However, if you can quietly kill a Yellow Pages level, this person's strength is at least level 4, maybe it is the high cultivator in the [Sorcerer Alliance], or the crazy people in the [Peace House].

Tsk, anyway, if they do it, sooner or later it will be publicized, after all, this is all prestige capital. ”

Liu Wushuang listened, frowning slightly:

"Now that we have a mountain of cases in our hands, can't we turn to them for help?"

Wei Cang shook his gray half-long hair and sneered:

"It's okay to ask for support, but if there is no benefit, why should people help you? The aura is revived, the weird reappears, and the way of the world has changed. ”

Seeing Liu Wushuang's depressed expression, Wei Cang urged with a smile:

"Okay, let's go, hurry to the next one, I heard that Murder Alley has appeared again, this is something more troublesome than the Yellow Pages."

As he was talking, a member of the team suddenly walked over:

"Guards, what do you see I found in the surveillance nearby?"

I saw a surveillance screen displayed on the tablet.

A figure in a bright yellow takeaway suit suddenly appeared at the window, then fell into the air and disappeared.

"Is it a victim again?!"

Liu Wushuang asked urgently.

But on the way over, they didn't see any other corpses at all.

"Put, zoom in and show me!"

Captain Wei Cang, who has always been calm, has an unprecedentedly dignified expression at the moment, and his voice trembles.

After enlarging the video and rewatching it more than a dozen times, Wei Cang couldn't help but exhale heavily and sighed in a deep voice:

"Sure enough, it's [code X]."