Chapter 36 Commission: The Desperate Housewife
Chapter 36 Commissioned: The Desperate Housewife
The thin body looked very thin under the white sheets, his face was pale, exuding a strong dead air.
This should be the entruster of his mission this time, the body of his mission this time.
Qingu didn't continue to watch those people's tussles, in the face of interests, all kinds of faces can be met, and the difference between people is that some have a bottom line, while others don't.
Let's hurry up and enter the client's body.
It seems that the client is newly dead. Being able to enter one minute earlier means controlling the body one minute earlier, which is of great benefit to the subsequent physical recovery and reversal of the situation.
Qingu thought about the scene of the fusion of soul and body last time, and it took a month or two of hard work to barely move independently.
But the client in front of him obviously didn't have such good conditions. The men and women in the ward who were entangled with the nurses and doctors could tell at a glance that they were related to the client.
It should be preventing the doctor from rescuing the client... Judging from this situation, his living environment must not be much better.
Well, otherwise this commission wouldn't be called "Desperate Housewives".
Just as Qingu's soul slowly entered the client's body, a slight electric current suddenly came from the left wrist.
A move in the heart, smart brain?
At the same time, a mechanical voice sounded in the consciousness: soul fusion, energy consumption of ten soul stones.
agree? /reject?
Qin Gu smiled wryly after hearing this.
It turns out that the brain can help the soul and the client's body fuse, but it needs a soul stone.
As a shrewd businessman, Qingu couldn't help but make a calculation in his mind: Twenty soul stones were used for the space travel of the space-time hut, and now another ten are used for soul fusion... In other words, such a entrusted task is very important As far as taskers and shopkeepers are concerned, at least thirty soul stones are needed.
If the space-time hut is far away from the client's world, just like last time, the energy of fifty soul stones is needed for the space-time travel alone, plus other... the cost alone requires hundreds of soul stones.
If you can't earn merit points in the entruster's world, it is simply a loss-making business.
No wonder those firms asked for 100 soul stones as a reward at the soul transfer station.
For the vast majority of souls, there is no merit or demerit in life, or even more than merit, and it would be good to have dozens of soul stones.
Hundreds of merit points... Even if Qingu did so many good deeds in his original life, wouldn't he only have more than one hundred merit points in the end?
Therefore, this kind of life-changing counterattack is impossible unless there are mines... Well, only those with great merit and virtue have the capital.
Thinking about it, Qingu thought of the soul transfer station again, those offices only need ten or even a few soul stones to counterattack life, so how do they do it?
These thoughts just flashed through consciousness, withdrawing thoughts.
Qingu agreed to Zhinao's suggestion without hesitation.
Because she still has 16 soul stones left, which is within her tolerance.
Secondly, the client's current situation is not optimistic, and it is more important to control the body as soon as possible.
Furthermore, instead of spending a few months to restore the body, it is better to use these months to change the client's situation and earn as much merit as possible.
As soon as Qingu sent out the thought of "agree", he felt a series of electric currents starting from his left wrist and flowing all over his body in an instant.
Immediately afterwards, Qingu was able to perceive everything outside through the client's body, and completely controlled the body.
So fast, it is worthy of the price of ten soul stones.
It's just that this body is too weak, as if the whole body has been hollowed out.
Qingu struggled to open his eyes, and sat up with force.
The infusion stand fell to the ground, the cabinet was overturned, and a bed next to it lay in the middle, and the room was in a mess.
Qingu looked down at the back of his hand, it was covered with adhesive tape, leaving only a big pinhole and bloodstains, presumably the needle was forcibly torn off.
Two nurses blocked Qingu's side, and on the other side, a dozen or so people gathered together, yelling, scratching, and beating...
There were three women in their fifties or sixties who were very powerful in combat, they knocked down several medical staff at once, and rushed towards Qingu frantically.
There are also two old men in their sixties, and their roars are also getting louder.
"Rescue is not allowed, if you say no, it is not allowed"
"Do you know this is murder?"
"This is our housework, it's none of your business"
"You don't need money for the rescue? Whose money doesn't come from the wind..."
"Your hospital knows how to steal money, eat people without spitting out bones"
Among them was a middle-aged man who looked a little younger, grabbed a doctor's hair, pressed him on the ground and beat him violently.
While beating, he yelled: "I told you to beat my mother, I told you to beat my mother..."
"Let go, let go, believe it or not, call the police"
"Call the police, if you have the ability, report it. I'm not afraid even if the Heavenly King Lao Tzu comes today. Is it reasonable for you to treat the elderly like this? Do you understand respecting the old and loving the young..."
"They were the ones who got in the way of saving lives, and it was you who made the first move..."
"You call it murder, and you will be punished"
"Retribution? What kind of dog's retribution, you who cannibalize people and don't spit out bones will suffer retribution."
"Already called the police, this is a hospital ward, all go out..."
"..."
As Qingu's eyes swept over these people one by one, she felt a faint mist appear in her sight.
Just like the three-dimensional screen projected from the brain when in the void before.
Then, when she first moved to these people, the three screens displayed the corresponding names, ages, and relationships with the clients.
Lu Wenhua, female, 56 years old, client's mother-in-law
Lou Jiaying, male, 61 years old, the client's father-in-law.
Lu Wenying, female, 59 years old, the commissioner's aunt (male side)
Lu Wenqin, female, 52 years old, client's aunt (male side)
Lou Baogui, male, 35 years old, husband of client
... and a large group of doctors and nurses.
Qingu watched this farce indifferently, she felt that she was very hungry and wanted to eat.
But obviously, it is impossible for anyone to give her food in such a scene.
The ward was filled with smog, and the door should not be blocked tightly, she can't get out at all now.
She looked around, and there was not even a mobile phone around.
By the way, just now a nurse lady said that she had called the police.
So, let's wait until the police come and everything here has calmed down.
Ever since, Qingu sat up like a corpse, and then lay down again, conserving his strength, quietly listening to the quarrel in the room, and slowly sorting out the client's affairs, and the next response.
The commissioner is Yuan Ying, 32 years old.
What puzzled Qingu was that it was obviously not something that happened in a short period of time for the client to become what he is now.
What happened to her so that she finally died in the hospital bed?