I Am Live Broadcasting My Life Extension at the Funeral Parlor

Chen Mo was drawing eyebrows on a corpse when a strange tip notification popped up on his phone. The sound of "Yangshou +0.01 Days" echoed in the morgue, and the barrage frantically swept the screen and the anchor's special effects were lifelike. Only Chen Mo knew that the twitching female corpse in the camera was really moving - the spots on her collarbone were twisting into his bank card password. The mission this time was to transcend a special energy body on the last train of the subway, and the forensic doctor Su Li who was monitoring him had a scalpel on his waist glowing with a cold bronze light. When Chen Mo put the moldy Yangshou Talisman on the car window, one hundred thousand viewers watched their own reflections freeze on the screen and turned their heads. Thank you Lao Tie for the paper money tip! He forced a smile to pick up the fallen peach wood nails, and the subway advertising screen suddenly showed the Zhou Shichang Group's soul-crushing tower promotional video. There was the sound of iron chains dragging the floor in the darkness, and the 1937 Nanjing Station timetable slowly appeared on the window glass where Chen Mo's back was pressed. Su Li's law enforcement recorder was pointed at him: You have 6 hours to prove that you are not the murderer. Chen Mo looked at the skyrocketing balance of Yangshou and smiled. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.