Four o'clock in the afternoon.

The designer named "Bowen" returned to the meeting point.

He cautiously looked left and right, and slowly approached the bus he was about to take. But he didn't get into the car immediately, but lingered around the car, as if looking at the scenery, until two people who knew him nodded to him, and then he got into the car and found his seat with a chirp.

As soon as he sat down, the bus started.

A tourist sitting in the back row of the blog post spoke: "Eh, tour guide, there are fewer people!" What about the family of three in front of us? They haven't gotten in the car yet! ”

"Less is less, what's my business?" The tour guide didn't look back.

"You are a tour guide, how can you be so irresponsible!"

"You have what it takes to complain about me!"

The tourists in the back row were so angry that they really went to complain - there was a one-click complaint function in the Peacock APP that they were forced to install when they entered the country.

As soon as he submitted a complaint, the next second, the voice of the peacock inorganic substance sounded in his headset: "Hello dear tourists, for your complaint number I-11230, it has been decided that it will not be accepted after review. Your tour guide behaves in accordance with the norms. Have a great trip. ”

Tourist: "......"

He was so angry that he almost threw his phone out: "Is there really no one to cure this broken tour guide?!" ”

Bowen opened his laptop, pretended to work, and remained silent.

- Yes, the "blog post" here is a real blog post, a third-rate designer and intelligence agent blog post.

His current task is to play the role of "Bowen" seriously when the boss is away, and not be noticed by the peacock.

…… and maintain another job as a designer.

He turned on his computer.

Then he saw that "he" didn't know when, but he actually sent a series of greetings to Party A, who was waiting carefully: Am I a designer or are you a designer? How to design the best look I can not know? Do you want you to teach me how to do things?

Don't think about it, it must have been their head who did it.

Bowen suddenly felt a little frightened - he had never dared to scare Party A's father like this.

Sure enough, if he pulled down a few more pieces of historical news, he seemed to see Party A thundering across the network cable.

Party A: How do you speak?

Party A: Do you want any salary?

First Party:?

Party A: Don't speak?

Half an hour later......

Party A: Okay, okay, you're a designer, okay.

Party A: I admit that your design makes sense, but I also have my reasons, I have to cater to the market aesthetics.

After an hour......

First Party:? Really angry? Don't reply to messages?

Party A: Hey, hey, hey, it's not okay not to reply to the message, you promised me to hand over the design draft today.

Party A: If you don't pay, the boss will scold me...

Party A: Why bother to work as a worker, I won't teach you to do things in the future.

An hour and a half later......

Party A: Forget it, I'll hand in your first version of the design.

Three hours later......

Party A: Passed...

Party A: In the future, you will be free to play.

Blog: "......"

It's still their family's strength.

Professional PUA Party A for 100 years.

……

As for Yan Luge himself, where is he now?

He is still in the shopping mall of Dolang.

It's just that he has already changed his appearance, and he has become a cleaner in bright yellow overalls.

He took a rag, pushed the cleaning cart, pretended to wipe the dust on the handrail, and walked to the staff passage and stopped while wiping.

A salesman in a suit and leather shoes is passing through a turnstile.

When passing by the salesman, Yan Luge seemed to turn sideways to avoid it, but in fact, he used the cleaning car to block the camera on the roof of the corridor.

The moment the two staggered, the little fangs spit out the original cleaner and swallowed the salesman, turning the host into a salesman in the blink of an eye.

The cleaner who was spit out stood in place, looking at the gray-black rag in his hand, scratching his head, his eyes confused.

He didn't notice anything abnormal, he just felt that the speed at which he was wiping the handrail today seemed to be much faster than before.

Switching to a salesman's vest, the song continues to move forward.

He was going to take Bailu to see the "donors", so he got this new task-

System Mission: Walking.

Mission Description: Head to the Human Corpse Processing Factory behind Dolang Shopping Mall.

Difficulty: Grade D.

Mission time: 30 minutes.

Cost: 0~5gold.

Reward: Admire the fancy deaths of the corpses.

Although Yan Luge felt that the tattered system had misunderstood his aesthetics - he never felt that there was anything to appreciate in corpses - but overall, the mission was quite simple.

When Yan Yuge changed his identity for the third time, he had already left the confines of Dolang Shopping City and transformed into a tall man in a white coat with a nameplate pinned to his chest that read "Human Corpse Processing Factory".

His current identity should be that of an employee of this "human corpse processing factory".

He looked around and found himself in a parking lot-like place.

Different from the ordinary parking lot, this well-ventilated open-air parking lot always has a faint smell - the smell of corpses.

And the vehicles that shuttle by, without exception, are small trucks with closed compartments - these are corpse trucks.

The corpse trucks are semi-automated, intelligent facilities, with only one corpse transporter on each vehicle assisting in the operation.

Whenever the vehicle stopped, the transporter would push a cart covered with a white cloth from the compartment and then an empty cart.

When Yan Luge looked around, he happened to make eye contact with a corpse carrier who was very close.

The corpse transporter was in a screeching shape, his hair was half white, and he looked like he was not young, and he had a hard time pushing the cart.

While pulling the cart down the slope, the latter's feet seemed to slip and stumble. The cart loses control and rolls over on its side.

The cart is heavy.

If you are a normal person, your first reaction at this moment may be to jump away from it, in case it presses you.

But the corpse carrier did the opposite, pounced on the corpse that was being transported on the cart.

He hugged the body and fell on his back.

The body was unscathed.

But the cart overturned over the body carrier.

The corpse bearer had a visibly pained look on his face, but he still didn't let go of the corpse he was holding.

"You can't break a corpse, you can't break a corpse, you can't break a corpse." He muttered, seemingly a little stunned, "If you break the corpse, you will deduct points......

He struggled to get to his feet, but tried several times but failed.

Until a hand reached out in front of him.

(End of chapter)