Chapter 17 Episode 17: The Corpse Pit's Counter-Ambush Plan (3)

  "How did I die" continued to chat with Wang Yong, delving into various worldviews and philosophies of life, as well as which family's stinky tofu was the most delicious. After several nights of conversation, Wang Yong took the initiative: "Add QQ? I have a group, want to pull you in?"

  "Yay~~~~" I excitedly rolled around on the bed.

  Counter-Stealth Plan —— Success!

  Unfortunately, excitement soon turned into extreme disappointment.

  There were no valuable clues on Weibo, WeChat or QQ groups. Although Wang Yong got along well with "How did I die", he remained tight-lipped when it came to work-related matters.

  That group of his is even more infuriating! Let alone that I'm originally easily irritated, even if I had a good temper, I couldn't tolerate it!

  Do you know what they're talking about?

  They were discussing One Piece's New World, the X-curse in Bleach, how to make a Dragon Ball radar, and how Doraemon's small round hands can wipe his butt...

  I'm so angry I could die!

  Why don't you guys discuss something more serious like grave robbing or corpses instead of anime?

  What's wrong with 42 and 384? Is 384 a devil or what? Can't appreciate something so beautiful? Who says it's ugly, come out and say it again if you dare! You have the guts? Come to the playground for a one-on-one fight!

  Doraemon, Doraemon, the machine's not pulling well, is it okay? It just needs lubricating oil, does this person have common sense or not? You're insulting Doraemon, I'm telling you, believe it or not!

  The new world of One Piece is really disappointing, it's like the only thing that's getting bigger and more exposed is the chest area. Is there no other breakthrough besides that?! I'd rather re-watch the episodes before Fishman Island for the sixth time than continue watching this! I just can't understand how Rebecca's clothes are just a few strings and she can still move around without them falling off?! Is this great anime also going to stoop to the level of selling flesh?!

  The front half was clearly not for sale. The meat, the front half of Namie's chest... was clearly normal...

  What's "lubricant"? Why is everyone laughing? What does it mean?

  Group owner has someone with low-level taste! Apply to kick out!

  Group owner! Group owner!

  Group owner!

  Wang Yong: He's already been kicked out, don't call him again, or you'll be kicked out too after another screen swipe.

  How did I die: (innocent expression) Oh, I'm very innocent.

  Wang Yong: (expression: scratches head)

  ……

  That's roughly the situation.

  "How I died" was mixed in, but it seems that nothing useful can be found for a while.

  After returning from Heimao Pig Village, I was very idle. Except for being on duty, there were only occasional injury identifications, which is also one of the tasks of a forensic doctor.

  The so-called forensic identification of injuries is basically just a few self-proclaimed authoritative forensic doctors examining the fractured wrist, and then trying to persuade the parties involved that this is only a level 10 disability, you want to receive compensation every month and never work again, that's absolutely impossible.

  Or put it another way, the party at fault pays money.

  Doing injury identification has a subsidy, generally more than the case allowance, which is very good for me, this "naked" person who always lacks money, but injury identification is very boring.

  The days were too idle, I started thinking about how to tap Wang Yong's mobile phone.

  I'm thinking of taking this opportunity to go back home and visit my parents, it's been a long time since I've gone back. Usually, I don't know what I'm busy with, and I rarely call them. Originally, I thought it would be good to make a phone call every day to show my parents various warmth, care, and affection... but I never actually did it. It's already not bad if I proactively make one phone call a week, anyway, the excuse is that I'm busy, but I don't even know what I'm busy with.

  That day finally made me think of a good idea, while eating in the cafeteria, I touched my pocket and said casually: "Wang Yong, lend me your mobile phone, I forgot to bring mine."