The body bearer slowly leaned out towards the outside of the tall building.

Even though he looked frightened, his hand instinctively clutching at the railing, so hard that his emaciated joints turned white, he slowly fell in the direction of death.

The general manager and the security captain were still shouting something, but he didn't want to listen anymore.

He rolled his eyes and slowly looked at the processing plant under the tall building.

There seems to be a lot of people around there.

It's just that the distance is a little far, and the sky is a little dark, so he can't see who is who.

But most of them, he thought, were probably factory carvers, corpse sorters, or technicians.

There must have been quite a few of his acquaintances in there.

But when the corpse carrier began to recall who his "acquaintances" were, he found that he couldn't remember clearly.

Yes, he is now just a corpse carrier covered in the smell of corpses, the most annoying existence in the factory, where can he have real friends?

Those who were higher in rank than him always walked away with their noses pinched when they saw them, their faces full of disgust.

In fact, even among the corpse carriers, he is the lowest existence.

For among the generally young and vigorous corpse carriers, his aging, weakness, and weakness are so distinct.

Others only need to bend down to carry the body of an adult into the cart, while he can only crouch down and carry it slowly, and even need some tools; Others can protect the corpse well with their hands, but because he uses tools, he often causes the corpse to bump and suffer unnecessary damage......

So he obviously works the longest hours every day, but his work efficiency is the lowest, the slowest speed, and the lowest evaluation.

One day three months ago, since he accidentally broke his foot twice, he couldn't even reach the lowest D grade.

He was no longer qualified to be an employee of a processing plant.

He was useless.

The corpse bearer closed his eyes, and the wind blew across his cheeks.

For some reason, he remembered the puppy he had once had.

In his life, the most memorable, apart from the cramped dormitory and the cold corpse, was the gentle evening breeze that flowed through his fingers when he climbed Yunshan one night a few years ago.

That day he thought about ending his life, but he picked up a lame puppy in the sunset, and he didn't know who threw it there, and he was dying of hunger.

He took it back to the dormitory and raised it, and named it "Stinky".

Actually, it doesn't stink at all, and he seems to be laughing at himself when he chooses this name for it.

But it never disliked itself.

The stinky smell is very easy to feed, as long as you feed some leftovers every day, you will have a shiny coat and warm and soft to hold. Every day when he returned to his dormitory, he would limp over and finally stop at his feet, wagging its tail vigorously.

But one day, the puppy was thrown downstairs and died.

When he found it, all that was left was a ball of hair lying in a pool of blood, which was clumped like dough when he picked it up, as if all the bones had been shattered.

The blood under it spread for a long distance, and it seemed to drag its broken body and crawl for a while, trying to get home, but without success, and no one saw it.

If he died, would he have become like that?

Life is worthless, death is silent.

…… By the way, Stink's favorite toy is a palm-sized scarecrow doll that he keeps in his pocket, and I don't know if someone will turn it out and throw it away like garbage when he dies.

…… It doesn't matter, though.

It's like he looks at his own corpse after death.

It doesn't matter if it's dissected, its organs removed, it's fermented at high temperatures, or it's incinerated.

He couldn't see it anyway.

Thinking so, thinking about it, the corpse carrier seemed to suddenly feel that death was not so terrible.

So he let go of his hands and threw himself into the wind, which seemed to be holding him up into the sky, and whispered in the wind: "Forget it......"

It's like when he learned that the man had killed his puppy, he just said after the silence: "Forget it......"

"Even if you become an E-class personnel, it's not a big deal! Don't jump! ”

Knock –

The body of the corpse bearer fell to the ground like a heavy rag bag full of debris.

Blood spread from beneath him, slowly drawing into a dark red shape along the neat masonry of the processing plant's floor.

……

On the corpse carrier and the 90-degree twisted head, the bright eyes are losing their luster a little.

The impact of the fall destroyed his entire body and organs, but the brain was well protected by the skull, and it took about four minutes to go from lack of oxygen to complete necrosis.

In this lingering waking time, he saw—

When I just climbed to the top of the building, many people stopped curiously.

But when he actually jumped down, many people shook their heads and walked away with their noses pinched, as if the death of a corpse carrier did not deserve their attention, and as if such a reason for suicide was commonplace in their eyes.

He saw—

A senior executive in a suit and leather shoes stopped in front of his corpse for a few seconds, turned his head, and said in a deep tone to the other corpse carriers with a look of compassion on their faces: "Look, look.

"When I was a teenager, if I didn't work hard to learn knowledge, I could only do this kind of hard work of carrying corpses; When I was young, I didn't work hard to save money, and when I was old, I realized that I couldn't even pay the waiver.

"You must work hard, work hard to improve yourself, and you must not live like this old waste."

He saw—

The general manager of the processing plant, whom he had seen for the first time today, hurried out of the building, looking at the corpse of the person who carried the corpse on the ground, with an expression that was almost devastated.

"Why? Why jump? Why do you want to jump today? The general manager, who had been persuading him not to jump off the building on the roof of the building, cried with a sad face, "Your E-level evaluation has just come down today, and we have to wait until tomorrow for our personnel commissioner to officially dismiss you and make you an E-class person without a job!"

"Just wait a day, wait a day!

"It's okay now, you committed suicide by jumping off the building during your employment, and our factory will have to pay a lot of fines!"

Each and every one of them is a treasure of the country – or rather, a treasure belonging to the Mauryan royal family.

Since the father of the current Holy King, the Holy Eagle of the previous generation of Holy King, established the concept of "work-related injury and work-related death", every worker is protected by the laws of the country.

In the event of a worker's death or irreversible bodily injury on the job, the employer is required to pay a hefty fine to the Mauryan royal family.

From then on, no capitalist dared to oppress his employees, but had to do his best to protect their lives.

The general manager continued: "And, even if you want to die, can't you choose a different way to kill yourself?

"The organ you pledged to the organ bank is guaranteed by our factory and has signed a VAM agreement.

"This jump, I don't know how much it will break, we have to bear it!"

As he spoke, the general manager became angry again, and couldn't help but spit on his corpse.

"Originally, our factory's profit this month was quite good." The general manager said to his corpse, "But after paying you this fine, you have to drop a lot."

"Maybe even I will be implicated by you and lose this month's A-level evaluation."

The pot-bellied man sighed and lamented his bad luck after taking office.

(End of chapter)