How can you become a devil if you don't work?

Chapter 8 [Code X]

“您尾号8972的储蓄卡于2044年8月14日收入（跨行汇款）70000元，余额1845600元。”

Seeing the reminder text message popping up on the phone, Su Mo paused with his right hand, and then quickly swiped across.

This is the income from the order last night, and it can be regarded as the extra money he occasionally earns now.

Based on his current income, it is not difficult to earn 40 to [-] a month.

This little money is put in the super-first-tier big cities, that is, the middle class.

But in a small place like Qinghu, it was enough for him to live comfortably, and he didn't feel distressed if he dazzled dozens of chicken legs with a meal.

Of course, as time goes by, the weirdness will appear more and more frequently, and the money will only increase in the future, so there is no need to worry too much about this.

At the same time, Su Mo also knew very clearly that the so-called money, respect, and status are all appendages brought by his own strength.

As long as the strength is strong enough, everything will follow.

"It's a pity that I left too hastily last night and forgot to ask him the result of that matter."

"But since he didn't take the initiative to respond, there must be no news, right?"

Su Mo decided to talk to Taoist Xuanyang when he was free tonight.

Right now, it's better to finish the work at hand.

"604!"

"The order for 604 is ready!"

"coming."

Su Mo responded, walked quickly to the steaming outlet, and took out the packaged order for takeaway.

He put the food into the huge square trunk behind the small eDonkey, shook hands, and left with the car.

Last night's order of [Zhuohuang] earned him 100 attribute points.

Calculated according to the minimum reward of turbid yellow is 80 points.

Leaving aside the Yellow Page class in the river, the remaining three White Shirts plus the odd Xiaogui are worth 20 points at most in the system's judgment.

I have to say that the rewards for high-level weirdos are really generous.

It's a pity that the Yellow Pages level is already very difficult to come across, let alone other levels above this.

But no matter what, with the 100 points I earned last night, I only need to send 80 more ordinary takeaways today, and I can still fill up my spiritual attributes, complete the goal of [-] points for all attributes, and gain brand new abilities.

Now, after a morning of food delivery, he has delivered 75 orders, and the goal is close at hand.

Su Mo drove at full speed and arrived at the new food delivery destination, the Meteor Building.

Under the sunlight, the 30-story tall building has mottled exterior walls and rusted windows, giving it a sense of decay and dilapidation.

As a building built in the last century, Meteor Building once had the reputation of the tallest building in Qinghu.

It's a pity that high-rise buildings sprung up all over the place afterwards.

The reputation of Meteor Building was gradually covered up, until now no one cares about it.

Su Mo raised his eyes and scanned the dilapidated building, then his eyes fell on the yellow warning tape.

He suddenly remembered the news he saw last night. It seemed that several people had recently jumped off the building to commit suicide, and even almost hit the passers-by below.

Su Mo didn't care about the thoughts of those who jumped from the building, but the building in front of him faintly revealed an unusual atmosphere, which was obviously not as simple as imagined.

He glanced at his phone and found that the background of the order had turned into a cloudy yellow at some point.

"Okay, I hope to come up with some new tricks."

The corner of Su Mo's mouth twitched slightly, and he strode in with the takeaway.

Once inside, it's like stepping into another world.

The warm sunlight dissipated and was replaced by bursts of coldness that enveloped him from all directions, trying to wrap itself around him wet and greasy.

"Give you a face, right?"

Su Mo sneered, his qi and blood trembled slightly, and the cold feeling instantly melted like ice and snow.

Su Mo was too lazy to waste time.

He came to the atrium and looked up through the zigzag corridor.

With a light step on the foot, the whole person rushed up to the 32nd floor like an arrow from the string.

Step into a grass studio that has been closed for a long time on the left.

Messy graffiti was painted on the walls, and dilapidated tables and chairs were randomly placed in the room.

Many dirty paint cans can still be seen in the corner.

A log-colored paintbrush rested on the penholder, with scarlet paint dripping from the nib, as if someone had just used this brush.

And on the wall behind the pen holder, there are four crooked scarlet characters: welcome.

These four words seem to have a breathtaking attraction, attracting the watchers to move forward.

Su Mo stepped forward, his steps were steady, and the step distance was as precise as a measurement.

He stopped suddenly two meters before the wall.

This sudden pause seemed to have disrupted the plan of the behind-the-scenes.

After a moment of silence, a phantom with bloody eyes streaming out of nowhere suddenly appeared from behind him, and was about to reach out and push him forward.

But she suddenly found that she couldn't move at all, like an insect sealed in amber.

In just a moment of panic, she was crushed into the size of a soybean by some terrifying invisible force, and fell straight into Su Mo's pocket.

At this moment, the wall before Su Mo's eyes suddenly disappeared.

What appeared in front of him was an empty window sill, which was only two meters away from falling.

After dealing with the Yellow Pages-level monster, Su Mo turned to look at the log-colored paintbrush placed on the pen stand.

There are many distorted runes engraved on the body of the pen, faintly showing the shape of a chrysanthemum.

The chrysanthemum-shaped rune gave him a very bad feeling.

Su Mo's eyes narrowed slightly, and the brush suddenly shattered into powder, mixed into the dust and disappeared.

He nodded in satisfaction, glanced at the takeaway in his hand, and smiled from the bottom of his heart:

"Okay, today I can have another meal for nothing."

After half an hour.

Five figures in black uniforms are carefully inspecting Qingcao Studio.

Wei Cang looked at the fresh powder scattered on the ground, rubbed it with his hands, and said in surprise:

"Wooden paintbrush?"

A pair of long legs suddenly landed in front of him, Liu Wushuang reported calmly:
"I confirmed the captain. There should be only one person here. He must have killed that Yellow Pages monster."

"In that case I should thank him."

Wei Cang stood up from the ground and loosened his shoulders:

"Now it's an eventful time, the manpower in the bureau is not enough, and the cases are all overwhelmed. With the help of these folk magicians, it can be regarded as greatly reducing our pressure.

However, if you can kill a Yellow Page class quietly, this person's strength is at least level 4, maybe it's the high-level repair in the [Sorcerer's Alliance], or the gang of lunatics in the [Peace House].

Tsk, anyway, if they do it, they will publicize it sooner or later. After all, this is prestige capital. "

Liu Wushuang listened, frowning slightly:
"Now that the cases in our hands are piled up like a mountain, can't we ask them for support?"

Wei Cang shook his gray half-length hair, and said with a sneer:

"It's okay to ask for support, but there's no benefit. Why should they help you? The spiritual energy has recovered, and the strangeness has reappeared. This world has changed."

Seeing Liu Wushuang's gloomy expression, Wei Cang urged with a smile:
"Okay, let's go, hurry up and go to the next one. I heard that Killing Alley has appeared again. This is more troublesome than the Yellow Pages class."

Just as he was talking, a team member suddenly came over:
"Guard, do you see what I found on the nearby surveillance?"

I saw a monitoring screen displayed on the tablet.

A figure wearing a bright yellow delivery suit suddenly appeared at the window, then fell into the sky and disappeared.

"Could it be another victim?!"

Liu Wushuang asked anxiously.

But on the way here, they didn't see any other corpses at all.

"Let's go, zoom in and let me see!"

Captain Wei Cang, who had always been calm, now had an unprecedented serious expression, and his voice trembled.

After zooming in on the video and re-watching it more than ten times, Wei Cang couldn't help exhaling heavily, and sighed deeply:

"It really is [Code Name X]."

(End of this chapter)