Thank you all for your patience. I have been working hard to earn my bread and butter. This chapter is equivalent to more chapters (more than 2000 words). The story has started to get fun! Enjoy!
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"This job can give more meaning to time, can bring out my mental and physical energy, expose me to more people and things, allow me to gain more experience, and allow me to realize my own value."
In the wee hours of midnight, in a corner of the city shrouded in darkness, Han Fei, who had only ten drops of blood left, stood in the gloomy convenience store, with a professional smile on his face, looking at the dry, thin and scary clerk in front of him.
"I'm really here to apply for a job."
After a full minute of looking at each other, the dry and thin clerk seemed to suddenly wake up from his dream, and he regained some of his sanity in his only remaining eye.
With his cloudy eyes turning in their sockets, his mouth no longer chanted those terrible words that no one could understand, but uttered a few words very clearly: "I don't own this store, and you need its approval if you want to work here."
"It?"
"Come with me."
The one-eyed clerk walked through the shelves and led Han Fei to the innermost part of the convenience store, where he opened a door and gestured for Han Fei to enter.
A faint light emanated from inside, and although Han Fei was somewhat reluctant in his heart, he walked in.
Inside this door was the convenience store's warehouse, which was filled with all kinds of things.
The one-eyed clerk was like a puppet on a string, he had no thoughts of his own most of the time, his mind was muddled and he walked uncoordinated, as if his body would fall apart at any moment.
"It's right here, if you can find it, it means it agrees with you to stay here." The one-eyed clerk's eyes were dancing in their sockets, looking a bit frightening: "That candle is about to burn out, you'd better hurry."
After saying that he left alone, leaving Han Fei alone in the warehouse.
"That's gone? He's not lying to me, is he?"
The convenience store warehouse was filled with all kinds of things, and Han Fei didn't know what the clerk was asking him to find: "The real owner of this convenience store doesn't seem to be a 'person' but a certain item, and according to the clerk's hint, I need to find the other person before the candle burns out."
For other residents of the deep world, it was very difficult to find something without any clues, they didn't even know what the item looked like or what it was for, but Han Fei was different, he was a player, the system would automatically identify most of the items touched by him.
Without delay, Han Fei first grabbed the candle that was lit on the candlestick.
"A white wax used to pay tribute to the souls of the dead."
The system's introduction was straightforward; the candle contained yin energy and was also a special item, but it wasn't what Han Fei was looking for.
Speeding up his search in the warehouse, Han Fei touched an item, and as time passed, the light emitted from the candle became weaker, and the house was obviously much darker.
The landlord's ring on his finger began to give warning, Han Fei vaguely felt wrong, he previously felt that this convenience store was like a department store WHICH had everything, but into the depths of the warehouse he realized that this convenience store is simply a white goods store, the innermost shelves are all things for the dead.
The scene in front of him was very scary, but considering the nature of the game "Perfect Life", Han Fei was not too surprised.
Before the candles went out, Han Fei arrived at the last row of shelves, which were located in the deepest part of the warehouse and were filled with paper figures.
Standing in front of the shelves, Han Fei felt as if he was being watched by a pair of eyes, and he stiffly touched the paper figures.
The feeling of his fingers running through the paper was strange, the temperature of each paper man seemed different, as if the body of the paper man was wrapped in a variety of souls.
When the candle flame swayed and was about to go out, Han Fei's fingertips came to an unprecedented sensation.
He stopped in a daze and looked at what his finger touched, and the moment he looked up, the candle flame in the house went out.
"Just now my finger clearly touched the paper man, but the feeling coming from the fingertips is as if touching the skin of a living person, its body carries the temperature."
A tingling at the wrist, Han Fei did not react when the faint light again appeared in the warehouse, a new white wax lit on top of the candlestick.
And this time Han Fei also saw clearly, the complete white wax engraved with a painful ghostly face, the house of white wax seems to be made of lonely souls and wild ghosts.
The warehouse door was opened, and the one-eyed clerk swayed his weak body and came to Han Fei in a few steps: "It agrees with you to stay."
Han Fei always felt that the one-eyed shopkeeper was there to deliver the message, and his mind was in a state of confusion most of the time.
"I'll show you around the store first." The one-eyed clerk's voice was devoid of any emotion as he led Han Fei around the warehouse, introducing Han Fei to the items in each area: "You have to remember where these goods are located, and if the goods outside are sold out, you have to restock them in time, and if new goods arrive, you are also responsible for inspecting them."
"New goods arrived? Will there be any more deliveries to our place?"
"Every person who enters the store, they are both customers and merchandise." The one-eyed clerk paused for a long time before adding, "They are customers most of the time."
"Understood." Han Fei nodded.
"You are also responsible for the store hygiene, many customers will make a mess inside the store, you have to make sure the store is clean and tidy, or at least look clean on the surface, so that customers will have the desire to buy." The one-eyed clerk pointed to the labels on the warehouse shelves, "There are no prices marked on all the items in the store, but they all have hidden prices."
"What do you mean by hidden prices?"
"We simply divide customers who enter the store into the following seven categories according to the strength of their obsession: slightly regretful, very regretful, and extremely regretful. Customers with regretful hearts are the most common, and their body parts do not cost much, and even customers with extreme inner regret do not sell at a high price." The one-eyed clerk was giving Han Fei knowledge of the value of the goods, but to Han Fei's ears, it was simply explaining the strength level of this world's Liege.
"Higher prices than those customers with regrets are customers with grievances, these customers with grievances usually disguise themselves the same as customers with regrets, they all remain in human form. But when those grievances are in danger, they will reveal their real bodies and they will turn into all kinds of monsters. The value of the grievances is related to their body size, and we classify them into small, medium and large according to their body size."
The one-eyed clerk's words reminded Han Fei of Xiao Ba, who usually behaved like a harmless child, but when all the human body spell pattern victims fused together, she would turn into a blood-colored evil ghost of incomparably large size.
"Grievances are dangerous, but also very rare, if you encounter small and medium-sized grievances, you can try to trade with it. If you encounter a large grievance, then you should find a way to lure it to the warehouse."
"Senior, didn't you just say that you divided the customers into seven categories? This is only six categories at full count."
"A very small number of resentment will morph into pure hate, we will call this category of customers simply hate, if you meet hate and are lucky enough to survive, then you can go to the storehouse to find it and let it tell you what to do."
The price tag of items in this store is very bizarre, all items are marked according to the customer's body parts, for example, the candy at the door, the price of one candy is equivalent to an eye of a customer with a regretful heart; and the price of that one paper man in the deepest part of the shelf is equivalent to the head of a small resentment.
With such a bloody straightforward price tag, it's no wonder they don't dare to write out the price of the goods directly.
After introducing the customer's own value and the goods in the warehouse, the one-eyed clerk asked Han Fei another question, and to his surprise, Han Fei answered it right, and he remembered the names and locations of all the goods just by looking at them once.
"Seniors, last night there seems to be a song ringing, is it hate ..." Han Fei merely mentioned, he was given a hard stare by the clerk before he could finish.
"Above hate, there are no customers. That level is called unspeakable, you do not want to die in vain, do not bother to mention this." The one-eyed clerk began to introduce Han Fei to the outside shelves again, he taught Han Fei how to use the various tools in the store, and then took Han Fei into the staff preparation room.
"This is where we turn in our shifts, and the pictures on the wall are of our former colleagues."
After the one-eyed clerk finished, Han Fei looked up and saw that a picture of someone's face painted out with a red pen was almost plastered all over the wall.
"Look here." When Han Fei turned his head, the one-eyed clerk pressed the camera switch in his hand, and a photo quickly popped up in the old-fashioned camera: "Your photo will also be posted here in the future, eh?"
Holding Han Fei's photo, the one-eyed clerk's expression changed for the first time.
"What's wrong?"
"Why can't the camera take a picture of you?" The one-eyed clerk handed the photo to Han Fei, and there was nothing in the photo.
Han Fei also felt strange, can this camera can only take pictures of ghosts?
He took a look at the camera, which had a ghost eye hidden inside the lens.
"How about you try again?" Han Fei this time urged the ghost tattoo on his body, he let the unlucky ghost on the eighth floor wall's evil energy cover his body.
The one-eyed clerk shot again, and this time a human figure appeared in the photo, but the figure was a little blurry and looked completely different from Han Fei.
"That's it." The one-eyed clerk took out a palm-sized paper figure from the drawer, then nailed the photo to the wall along with the paper figure: "If something is lost in the store, then you will need to compensate for it, there are no other requirements other than this."
"I do want to be a temporary sales clerk, what if I have something later to leave?" Han Fei asked bravely.
"Leave?" The one-eyed clerk's eyes kept turning, a black line emerged from his body, those lines directly into his veins and heart, an unimaginable pain suddenly appeared, he slumped to the ground and began to vomit, countless confetti out of his mouth.
It took a long time for the one-eyed clerk to return to normal, his mind seemed to become muddled again, and his only remaining eye looked a little cloudy: "What did you just ask me?"
"It's okay, I said I will work hard and try to let our boss achieve his wealth and freedom as soon as possible."