The Death Knight of the Secret World

Chapter 6 0006. The Chance to Touch the Corpse

Half an hour later, Beomi saw the second work target of the day.

This is a boy, about eleven or twelve years old, but very thin. When Beomi picked up the body, she estimated that it only weighed about forty catties.

This is a starving vagrant. Backlund has starving vagrants almost every day, most of them are children.

Not every vagrant can survive to adulthood. In a big city like Backlund on the eve of the industrial revolution, less than [-]% of vagrants can survive to adulthood.

Among them, most of them starved to death, some died of being trapped by black factories, or died of other accidents and dangers.

Strictly speaking, the main work of the old corpse worker Aroben is to take care of such homeless people, especially homeless children, especially those who starve to death.

Backlund was targeting Orphans of the Twist City of the Twist City, and it was quite normal to have orphans.

Moreover, the rulers of this era did not show much mercy to these orphans, or, the corpse-carriers who were active in the streets and alleys of Backlund were the rulers' bottom line of compassion for these poor fellows.

Of course, in the eyes of some rulers, giving these poor dead people a decent ending is actually more about maintaining the [sanitary situation] of the city.

Carrying the dead body of a vagrant who is connected to his fate, Beomy doesn't have any sentiments such as the sorrow of a rabbit and a fox. He only thinks of one thing now-this kind of era is simply a hotbed for the advent of evil gods.

No wonder after Zhou Mingrui, the contact agent of the King of Yellow and Black, started to show up, he met so many believers of evil gods.

After disposing of the second corpse, the corpse was temporarily stored in the underground cold storage behind the police station, and Beomi and the others had a period of rest.

It's not that there are no corpses, but the situation of the third corpse is a bit complicated.

The people in the police station told the two non-staff personnel that they were waiting for the notice.

Then, the old mortuary worker Aroben went outside to smoke with the mortuary guard in the backyard of the police station.

Beomi doesn't smoke, so she doesn't follow.And—tobacco is a bit of a luxury for a waif in a slum.

Aroben's income is not low, and this old guy has no family yet, so he doesn't have to support his wife and children, so of course he has the ability to consume tobacco.

But Baomi can't do it. Although he still has a little money in his hand, he has to support a younger brother.What's more, he still owes A Luoben a sum of money, how can he spend money casually to buy tobacco?

"Come here, try this!"

Five minutes later, Beomi skillfully smoked her mentor and the police mortuary guard Barton!
The eyes of the two old smokers lit up when they saw the cigarette that Beomi brought over, so they took it skillfully.

Then Beomie took out one herself and stuck it to her ear.Then, he took out a kerosene lighter from his pocket.

With a sound of "ding", a light blue flame burst out, and a smell of kerosene mixed with an unknown smell came out. It was a little pungent, but not unpleasant.

After lighting the two old seniors, Beomi took out the cigarette pinned to her ear, leaned on the flame and lit it expertly.

He took a deep breath, brewed it for three seconds, and then exhaled in one breath.

Bad reviews, not as good as Liqun too many!
However, this cigarette can still be exchanged for a piece of black bread, because it has a filter tip.

Seeing his disciple smoking so proficiently, A Luoben was a little surprised. As far as the consumption level of the gangsters in the slums was concerned, he was still very clear. How could this kid be so proficient?

Old Barton is also a bit strange. Judging by the way this kid holds his cigarette, and his proficiency in using a lighter, he is also an old smoker.

Seeing the two seniors looking at her, Beomi rubbed her nose in embarrassment: "I used to smoke it when I was with Old Moore, and he even gave me a coal stone lighter!"

"Cut!" Old Barton shook the ash disdainfully, and nodded Beomi with his hand: "Just that stingy old Moore, can he give you a lighter?"

After finishing speaking, he smiled at Aroben: "You are a good apprentice, and you are clever to take advantage of Old Moore!"

"Hahaha..." Aroben patted Beomie's shoulder very happily.

"I've discovered that this kid is clever, otherwise I wouldn't let him take over from me!"

"Hey!" Beomi smiled embarrassedly, but didn't answer.

Old Moore was the owner of a match processing workshop in the slums. He was notoriously stingy and harsh to the workers.

But he is good, at least sticking the matchbox will not cause serious work-related injuries.

When Beomi's predecessor was dawdling in the slums, he often went to work with him.Not to mention anything else, at least when it comes to wages, Old Moore can't take advantage of this little devil at all.

"This kid was with the squirrels before, and I liked him at that time!" Aruben was still very satisfied with this apprentice.

"The squirrels on Maple Street?" asked old Barton.

"Well, you have dealt with the dozen or so little boys under Squirrel's hands. He has been with Squirrel for half a year, and he hasn't been caught once!" Aruben took a puff of cigarette before continuing: "I I thought this kid would take over the squirrel's class in the future, but who knew he...hehe!"

"It's time for me to pick a bargain!"

The old hunchback was very proud of his vision for choosing apprentices.

"That's really clever!" Old Barton felt a little uncomfortably in his left pocket when he heard what Aroben said about Beomi.

The Squirrel Gang is a gang of pickpockets on Maple Street, which borders the slum area and the South City District. An old pickpocket leads twenty or thirty small pickpockets, and the old Squirrel is also number one in the slum area.

Among other things, the old squirrel's pickpocketing skills are really amazing.Hearing that Beomy had been with the squirrel, Old Barton was really a little scared.

"Hahaha..." Aroben saw the old Barton touching his pocket, and he knew that the old guy was scared.

"Don't worry, although this kid's craftsmanship is not bad, but he is very measured!"

"Hmph!" Old Button didn't take it seriously!
An old policeman like Barton who has limped a leg still knows what the meaning of "property" is.

There are a large number of gang members active in Backlund's underground world. There are not one thousand gangs, big and small, but there are also eight hundred.The main income-generating means of these gang members is pickpocketing and burglary.

Proper, is the description of some old pickpockets in the pickpocket group, they know what can be stolen and what can't be stolen.

For example, things belonging to the police cannot be moved.There are also people from the other underground worlds in Backlund, and many people who are not easy to mess with. These are all hot potatoes.An old pickpocket will know very well what can be moved and how much it can be moved, and what should never be moved.

A pickpocket can be practiced continuously to achieve perfection, but such things as [eyesight] are sometimes inborn.

After smoking a cigarette outside the mortuary for a while, just as Beomi was about to refill the two old seniors, a policeman came in outside.

"Aroben, take your apprentices to the Windmill District to collect the corpses! Hurry up, you won't be able to return to the city before it gets dark today!"

A policeman in his thirties held a document and handed it over.Glancing at the cigarette butts on the floor, he smiled again: "Okay, Aroben, all smokers with filters!"

"Hehehe, this is all my apprentice's wish!" Aroben didn't shy away from it, and gave Beomy a wink as he spoke. Beomy understood, and hurried forward to take the document without leaving a trace He handed over a pack of unopened cigarettes.

"I'd like to trouble you to deliver it yourself. You can take this pack of cigarettes back and smoke them!" Beomi put the cigarettes into the policeman's hand, and before he could respond, she took over the document and flipped through it: "Let me see, this is still a police officer." The dismemberment case? I said why did I wait so long!"

"The dismemberment case?" Aroben was a little surprised!Isn't this a criminal case?

"Well, it's a corpse case, you guys have to work!" The policeman shyly put the cigarette in his pocket, and then he didn't confess so deliberately: "When it's done, clean up the scene and clean it up. It’s a big family! Don’t miss any dirty things, and let people say that you are not serious about your work!”

"We will definitely clean it up properly, so don't worry!" As soon as A Luoben heard this, he knew what it meant: "I, A Luoben, work, and people will never find fault with it!"

Then, the master and the apprentice took the body bag specially used to collect the dismembered corpses from the small room next to the mortuary, and set off in a hurry with the whole set.

On the way, Aroben said to Beomy with relief, "You know what's going on, you kid. This pack of cigarettes is just a chance to touch the corpse. This is a good deal!"

"It's your mentor who taught you well. If it weren't for your guidance, how could I, a kid, make progress?" Beomi hurriedly flattered her.

"Well, yes, I am indeed the one who teaches well!" Aluben nodded.

However, what he was thinking in his heart was: When I first entered the industry, it took me two or three years to find the way. This kid only learned from me for a few days, so he got on the road so quickly?
Well, this kid is really smart!

(End of this chapter)