The Reiki Era of the Powerful

Chapter 450 Let It Ask Itself
Twelve midnight.

Yan Luge walked to the back of the human corpse processing factory, a barren grass field where few people came.

Although according to the practice of the Maurya Dynasty, even in such an uninhabited wasteland, monitoring must be installed at the entrance and exit-but it is only limited to the entrance and exit.

For Yanlvge, avoiding these things is easy.

He was walking in the weeds at a height of half a person while chatting with the little white deer.

"What is an E-type person?" Bai Lu asked, "I have never seen a description of an E-type person in all the published materials of the Maurya Dynasty, whether in official documents or unofficial documents."

The classification of this national team's talents is the AD category, and the royal family S category that is above the common people.

There is no E class.

But the strange thing is that every dynasty seems to know the existence of E-type personnel.

That insignificant tour guide would also bow his head briefly when faced with "not getting a D-level evaluation".

When the corpse transporter had obtained an E-level evaluation for three consecutive months and was about to become an E-level personnel, he even chose to jump off a tall building and end his own life.

What exactly is an E-person?
"Because in this country, Class E personnel 'doesn't exist'." Yan Lage lowered his head and bent his lips, and said with a sneer, "Do you know what kind of person becomes a Class E personnel? Little white deer?"

"what?"

"There is only one kind of person—a person who is judged by the personified AI to be 'useless to the dynasty'."

Useless person?

What kind of person is a useless person?
The only E-type personnel that Bailu had ever seen was the corpse transporter.

He didn't want to die from the beginning, he used to work hard for life.

It's not that he didn't work hard, he was still working hard until the last day of his life.

He's just old, sick, injured, unable to do the hard work of moving corpses, and can't afford the damn "exemption fee", so he can only be reduced to an E-type personnel, jumping from a tall building in despair Down.

"..."

Bai Lu remembered the corpses dissected by her boss not long ago.

In the dissecting room with an indescribable atmosphere, Yan Luge worked as a "sand technician" and dissected 51 corpses in eight hours.

这51具尸体中，两具尸体在20岁以下；十具尸体的年龄在20-60岁之间；39具尸体的年龄在60-70岁之间，70岁以上的尸体则一具也没有。

As for the cause of death of these people, "teaching accident" ranked first in Peacock's report, accounting for about 80%, and the rest were "disease", "accident", "murder", etc., but according to Bailu's Observe that most of the people who died in "teaching accidents" have less "perfect" corpses, and they are all accompanied by non-fatal factors such as aging, disease, trauma... and so on.

Although this is only a sample collected in a small area, according to Bailu's observation, the corpses that appeared in the entire autopsy room today roughly match the ratio of this data.

Bailu felt a bone-chilling chill.

"The level of talent in this country is divided by the ability to work, and once ordinary people lose their jobs, they will become 'people who are useless to the dynasty'.

"So young people don't 'take time off' when they are sick or injured, and old people don't 'retire' when they are old and frail. They have to work hard every day.

"Because once they are dismissed, once they leave their jobs, they have to pay a high 'immunity fee' to the royal family to avoid being classified as useless category E personnel.

"And those who really can't complete the work and can't pay the exemption fee will be sent to the 'Learning Institute'-a place that is said to teach people to learn new skills-but in many cases, it is the end of a person's life.

"Most people would die there.

"Their bodies are then sent to a corpse processing factory, where usable organs are removed and the last drop of residual value is squeezed out."

This is where cheap human organs come from in Drangang Shopping Mall.

This is what Yanlvge wants her to see, the real other side of this country behind the prosperity.

"It's crazy! This country is crazy! Do they treat people like this?!"

"I read the information before and said that the Maurya Dynasty was still a slavery society in the early stage of the industrial revolution... I still find it incredible. But now it seems that the royal family of this country has not changed at all. Until now, people are regarded as slaves and livestock. .”

"It's too much! I don't have any good feelings for the Holy King now!"

Compared with the angry white deer, Yan Lvge seemed much calmer.

He didn't even immediately respond to Bailu's attack on the Holy King, but pushed aside the weeds and squatted down in front of a small mound: "Little Bailu, look at this."

Bailu's attention was drawn to it.

"You've been looking for something since the very beginning," she asked. "Is this what you're looking for?"

"Yes, that's it." Yan Lvge said as he dug open the small mound in front of him, revealing what was buried inside.

It was a small, half-decomposed skeleton.

Judging from the size, bone shape and fur covering the body surface, the skeleton was not human, but belonged to a puppy.

It looked dead for days.

The corpse had already started to rot and smell, the black and white fur was rotting and smelling, the internal organs burst all over the place, and there were white fly maggots wriggling in the abdominal cavity.

Yan Lvge didn't care, stretched out his hand, and pressed his finger on the head of the dog corpse where the bones were exposed as if nothing had happened.

"Its owner rejected my gift... It's really a pity." The boy sighed.

From Yan Luge's words, Bailu knew the identity of this little dog corpse - it was the puppy "Smelly" that the corpse transporter had raised.

But a few days ago, the puppy was dropped to death by the sand technician who had been "possessed" by Yan Lvge.

A little light spread out from the fingertips of Li Ge, and merged into the body of the dog corpse.

The dead dog body trembled for an unknown amount of time.

"Although I know that not everyone has the courage to fight. There are too many ordinary people like corpse transporters. When faced with injustice, they will only choose silence or even death." Yan Lvge said, "—— But, how can there be any reason to take back the gift I sent out?"

The dog corpse struggled to stand up from the pit.

It seems that it is not quite used to its own body, and when it got up, it tripped because it stepped on its own intestines.

It took a moment to get back on its feet, looking around bewildered through its rotten, hollow eyes.

It doesn't see anything.

Yanluge had already left... out of the range that this newborn undead could perceive.

"Doesn't its owner really want to ask the sand technician why he killed his dog?" Yan Luge looked at the small dog corpse staggering in the grass from afar, smiling playfully, "Let it ask itself. "

(End of this chapter)