Gao Wu: I transform into Yama of the underworld to judge life and death

The sky was full of smoke, and the sky was full of dust.

Just when Qin Yi was drawing the reward from the Underworld Wheel.

In the north district of Nanjiang City, Xinri Laboratory, the reception room.

On the walls of the room were hung portraits of various top researchers in the Great Xia Kingdom.

There were also many excerpts from scientific newspapers and magazines.

A thin white boy with glasses sat on the sofa, looking a little nervous.

This person was Qin Yi's good friend Zhou Ming.

Opposite him, the director professor of Xinri Laboratory, the gray-haired Wei Hui, and a middle-aged man with a mustache, sat upright.

"Xiao Zhou, drink some water."

Wei Hui smiled and handed over a cup of warm water.

Zhou Ming took it with some fear: "Thank you, Director Wei."

For a scientific research laboratory like this, which is officially approved, the director professor is the biggest manager and project leader.

In terms of social status, he is not inferior to some prestigious fifth-grade martial artists.

Zhou Ming is a young assistant who is still a high school student.

Facing such a big shot, he is naturally a little terrified.

Of course, Zhou Ming also has some guesses about what he is looking for.

Some time ago, the laboratory carried out a project and encountered difficulties in the middle. When everyone was at a loss, Zhou Ming came up with an idea.

In the end, it really helped the team out of the predicament.

At that time, the project manager promised that if the signatures were divided according to contributions, Zhou Ming would definitely be in the top five.

According to the rules of the scientific research community, if the contribution of such a project is in the top five, it will be counted as the main scientific researcher of the project.

With this resume.

It is definitely not a problem to enter a first-class scientific research university through internal recruitment.

So Zhou Ming was extremely excited.

When Qin Yi just came back from the training camp, the two of them were having dinner in Yunxuan Building, and they excitedly shared a wave.

Today, Wei Hui came to see his assistant in person. What else could it be except this?

Maybe he wanted me to go to a research university while keeping my position in the laboratory, so as to retain my talent.

Zhou Ming analyzed secretly.

Well... Xinri Laboratory has treated me well, so this proposal is not impossible to consider.

After all, staying in Nanjiang in the future can also be closer to my parents.

After a brainstorming, Zhou Ming took a sip of warm water, and then carefully said: "Director Wei, when will the research report "Forging of Hull II Meteorites at High Temperatures" be published."

"I have contacted several first-class research universities, and they are waiting for this report to be published, and then I will go for an interview..."

Hearing this.

I don't know if it's an illusion, the face of the man with a mustache who was originally serious became even colder.

This made Zhou Ming's heart inexplicably surge with a sense of uneasiness.

Wei Hui smiled awkwardly.

"Xiao Zhou, I came to you today just to discuss this matter with you."

"Forget it, you young people like to speak quickly, so I don't need to beat around the bush, so let's make it short."

"Regarding the signature of the project report "Forging of Hull II Meteorites at High Temperatures", I originally promised to put you in the top five."

"But... there are some emergencies now, so I'm afraid there will be some changes."

"What?!" Zhou Ming stood up and exclaimed.

His face flushed and his lips trembled.

Then he screamed excitedly.

"How can this happen? I spent all my final sprint time on this project!"

"Xiao Zhou, calm down."

"Now those universities are waiting for the publication of the report with my signature, and I am standing them up?"

"Don't get excited, listen to me first."

"If I miss it now, what will happen to my future?!"

"So we still have a compensation plan, Xiao Zhou, sit down first."

"If it weren't for my idea, this project would still be stuck there!"

Wei Hui stood up, pressed down with both hands, and kept persuading.

But Zhou Ming just screamed excitedly.

This was about his future. He had poured in countless days and nights of hard work, and it was finally about to bear fruit, but it was wiped out by a light sentence.

How could he not be anxious or angry.

At this moment, he couldn't listen to anything, and his head kept buzzing.

The blood rushed up, and his fists clenched.

For a moment, the whole reception room was filled with noisy quarrels.

Suddenly.

The mustache man who had been sitting there looked at him and grabbed

The teacup on the table was smashed to the ground.

Snap!

A crisp sound was heard.

"I told you to be quiet, didn't you hear me?!"

The mustache man glared and shouted.

The sound waves gathered into an invisible wave, pushing Zhou Ming hard.

His mind went blank in an instant, and he stood there.

Blood was flowing from his nose.

The fear of death spread in his heart.

This method was to use the secret method of sound. It was obvious that this man was at least a fifth-grade martial artist who controlled the power of heaven and earth.

"Humph, if you don't accept my toast, you will be punished."

Hearing that the living room had become quiet again, the mustache man muttered again.

In his opinion, he was just a young boy.

As the head professor, it was good enough for Wei Hui to come and explain to Zhou Ming in person and have a compensation plan.

Seeing this, Wei Hui also sighed.

"Well, listen to me."

"It was just a research report for a project, and you did make some contributions."

"Young man, the college entrance examination is approaching, giving you a fifth sequence can be regarded as an encouragement for your hard work during this period."

"But now the situation is different."

"The senior researchers in the laboratory are in urgent need of this signature, and the quota is too tight."

"Of course, there must be compensation."

"I will personally fund you and give you 200,000 Daxia coins for hard work."

"Just think of it as a little affirmation for you, a young man."

In fact, originally, this signature sequence was given and it was given.

But today Wei Hui suddenly received news that a huge change had occurred in the Nanjiang Martial Arts College Entrance Examination, and the cracks at the examination point were contaminated.

Then the staff of the Nanjiang Space Research Institute rushed to help.

The incident was solved very efficiently.

Therefore... the higher-ups should prepare to promote the staff of the Nanjiang Space Research Institute on a large scale.

This will cause a problem.

That is, there will be a large number of vacancies in the original staffing of the Space Research Institute!

You know, many city-level survival bases are not set up in the Space Research Institute!

It is a high-level official organization.

It is also one of the key directions of human technology development in Daxia and even on Blue Star, which can be compared with the field of alloy weapons.

The organization is far from comparable to that of a laboratory.

Whether it is treatment or prospects, there is a huge difference.

There are countless researchers in Nanjiang City who are eyeing this vacant position.

There are too many wolves and little meat.

Who to recruit?

How to recruit?

At this time, resumes are very important, especially the recent project signatures, which can represent the activity of researchers.

So... Zhou Ming was replaced, which is a very normal thing.

After a soul-shaking rebuke, Zhou Ming gradually recovered.

He looked at the mustache man in horror.

He understood that with the strength of this man, it would be as easy to kill him as pinching an ant.

Although this guy should not dare to kill people blatantly in the city.

But the gap in status between the two sides is so great.

If you want to make someone disappear without anyone noticing, there are still many opportunities and methods.

For example, in a crack invasion, pretending to be killed by monsters, who can find fault?

Even if humans in this world are facing many crises.

But everyone is united, it is still a joke.

There is black and white, and there are selfish termites everywhere, and there will be no shortage.

What's more, Zhou Ming's blood is pitifully low.

The murderous aura emitted by the other party is enough to make him panic and difficult to think normally. Fear is also natural. This is an instinctive awe of the weak for the strong.

"No, I don't agree."

Even in the face of such huge pressure, Zhou Ming still gritted his teeth and refused.

"I don't want any compensation, I just want my own signature sequence."

"Director Wei, please."

"It's very important for me to be able to enter a first-class scientific research university this year."

"My parents...my parents have been waiting for this day for too long. They work day and night to support me."

"If I don't pass the exam this year, it will be too difficult to get in later."

At the end, Zhou Ming's words even had a hint of tears, and he begged bitterly.

You know, for a laboratory like this to recruit assistants, you not only don't get a salary, but you even have to pay money every month, tuition fees!

Even so, there are still many students who are on the path of scientific research who are desperate to squeeze in, just to experience themselves.

In this world, being poor in literature and rich in martial arts is only half right.

Martial arts practice requires medicine, guidance from famous teachers, and the purchase of martial arts methods, all of which require a lot of money.

But the path of scientific research is...

Isn't it?

Training a newcomer who is not good at martial arts sometimes wastes a lot of materials and time.

Unless you are really gifted.

For example, if you are a martial artist like Lu Qianhan, even if your family is not well-off, the country has a lot of resources to allocate.

Or if you are a scientific researcher, your mind is wild and you can always make constructive suggestions, then you can also get key training.

But for ordinary people with slightly better talents like Zhou Ming, if you miss some opportunities, you really miss them.

His family is only slightly better than Qin Yi.

Both his parents are ordinary workers, and they occasionally earn more than 10,000 Daxia coins a month.

Support him to persist for another year?

Too difficult.

And except for the first-time fresh graduates, the recruitment requirements are increasing year by year.

It's a very simple truth. You polish until you are 30 years old, and then take the martial arts college entrance examination.

The difficulty has not increased, and you can get the highest score with the same score.

But your talent is much lower than those teenagers. Isn't it a loss for the country to train you with a lot of resources?

"Stop talking!"

Wei Hui couldn't help but frown when he heard Zhou Ming still disagreed.

The original plan was that he would play the good cop and the mustache man would play the bad cop, but he didn't expect that Zhou Ming would still not budge even after talking to this extent.

Wei Hui was a little angry.

"Don't think that your contribution is great. If it weren't for the conditions and projects provided by our laboratory, how could you have the opportunity to play it?"

"Okay, if you understand your parents' hard work, you should take 200,000 to buy some food and daily necessities to honor them."

"If you keep on procrastinating, the laboratory won't give you this money!"

"Think about it carefully, and call me when you have thought it through."

"Send you out!"

As Wei Hui said the last two words in a deep voice.

The mustache man stood up and came to Zhou Ming.

He pushed him out of the door.

In front of this irresistible force, Zhou Ming was just in a trance, muttering: "No... You can't do this."

"You can't do this."

Bang!

The door closed.

The mustache man came back and sat on the sofa again.

He lit a cigarette, took a deep breath, and then spoke slowly.

"Director Wei, my brother's signature sequence..."

"Don't worry, it's all arranged." Wei Hui frowned and said after wiping his nose.

He couldn't help but complain in his heart.

These warriors' habits are really indecent.

I don't know what's so good about these bad habits from hundreds of years ago. Cigarettes... I feel uncomfortable when I smell them.

Of course, the current cigarettes, as an item that can stimulate the blood and qi of powerful warriors, have very different ingredients from hundreds of years ago.

The mustache man noticed Wei Hui's expression.

He also pressed the cigarette into the tea on the table.

Zizizizi——

The fire went out.

"Sorry, Director Wei."

"I'm always in danger, but this is my only hobby, hahahaha."

"There's nothing I can do. We warriors are not like you researchers who just need to work in the lab. There's no danger to our lives."

"It's very stressful."

Listening to the apology and explanation.

Wei Hui was even more upset.

A self-righteous guy.

He was the same as his brother.

Compared to these two brothers, Zhou Ming was actually more pleasing to him. He was down-to-earth and hardworking.

However, this society doesn't mean that decisions are made based on preferences alone.

Most of the time, profit is the biggest driving force...