My Private Marvel System

　　 "Ding! Complete the only novice task, gain a comprehensive training manual for strength, sensitivity, and precision! Two delicious meatballs and one life skill column!"

　　 "Ding! The novice mission is over, open the physical attributes and item space."

　　 "Ding! The mission system takes 12 hours to evolve itself for the first time."

　　 "Ding! The evolution of the mission system is complete, please read the mission manual carefully to adjust the release of the mission!"

　　 The drowsy skull is like being drilled with countless holes, buzzing! Every part of the body is exuding a fierce burning sensation, but there is a cold sensation of ointment on the surface of the skin, which can be described as ice and fire.

　　 The first thing to restore the sense of touch is the cheek, because a pair of rough hands is gently stroking it. Very soft, very warm, and there is a familiar smell of lemon cleanser at the fingertips.

　　Doll knows that this is the smell of "mother".

　　 has been engaged in temporary housekeeping work, so that my mother always smelled of lemon detergent. Being engaged in cleaning and cleaning all the year round, her hands have long lost their tenderness and become rough and durable. But it was these rough hands that supported the third sister and brother of Dole.

　　 "God, please, bless my baby to wake up." The low and hoarse female voice was full of self-blame, and Dole could even feel the crying and trembling from his mother's fingers.

　　 Rolling heavy eyelids, Dole opened his eyes and finally saw the mother.

　　 Cheap uniforms with gray lapels and aprons for housekeeping services on the outside. There are many stains caused by cleaning. The long curly brown hair was tied into a simple ponytail, and the two dense wrinkles at the corners of his eyes filled with fatigue and worry.

　　 A very ordinary Latino woman, hardworking and caring for her family.

　　 "Mom...Mom!" There was not much resistance. The woman's eyes filled with maternal love made Dole unable to refuse this heavy feeling.

　　 While acknowledging this feeling in her heart, a kind of accommodating comfort flowed through her heart.

　　 "Rest in peace, former Dole!"

　　 My mother heard Dole's voice, she immediately lifted her tear-stained face, and looked at him incredulously: "Oh! My God, I woke up, my baby woke up!!"

　　 Mother was cautious, but gave Dole a hard hug, and then ran out to find a doctor.

　　 Doer watched his mother leave, and immediately followed the system prompts to read the task manual carefully.

　　 "According to the host's environment, culture... and other factors, three types of missions are automatically generated, weekly missions, monthly missions and mainline missions."

　　 The main task and the monthly task are all gray at this time, and only the weekly task flashes. Dole clicked on the weekly task with his consciousness, and a prompt sound came from his brain.

　　 "Ding! Weekly missions are released, get out of the predicament. Mission rewards are unknown, mission failed and sleep on the streets!"

　　 His gaze paused slightly on the words "sleeping on the street", and Dorr had a touch of worry in his eyes.

　　 Concentrated, Dole began to check the harvest of the novice mission.

　　The newly opened item space is extremely targeted, and the space is infinite, but only task items can be placed. There were a few things inside at this moment, a thin manual, two steaming meatballs, and a luminous four-corner frame.

　　Comprehensive Handbook: Within the specified time, after systematic exercise, all the attributes of the body can be limited to 0.1.

　　 Meatballs: precious restorative food, which can recover most internal and external injuries and is not effective for severed limbs and terminal illnesses.

　　Life Skills Column: You can quickly master a life skill and achieve low-level use effects.

　　 Looking carefully at the three things, Dole first put the comprehensive manual aside, and then his eyes fell on the meatballs and life skills column.

　　 After thinking for a while, Dole's heart moved slightly, and there was a hot, fragrant meatball in his hand.

　　 His body was covered with bandages and ointments, and Dole handed the meatballs to his mouth with difficulty, with a layer of fine sweat on his forehead.

　　 A light bite, the mouth is full of fragrance, and it is more delicious than the lion head in the alley in the previous life!

　　 The meatballs are only the size of walnuts, and Dol can eat them in two bites. Still enjoying the lingering fragrance of the meatballs between the lips and teeth, the warm currents have spread from the stomach pouch.

　　 The burning skin seemed to have been extinguished, and bursts of coolness and comfort drive the pain from the inside out.

　　 In less than 30 seconds, the severely burned Dole recovered from his injury, and even his hair grew back.

　　 The bandages and ointment wrapped around his body suddenly became redundant, and he moved his stiff limbs uncomfortably, Dole once again set his eyes on the luminous four-corner frame.

　　 Consciously touched, a large number of life skill names were suddenly listed under the four-corner frame.

　　 Cooking, home appliance repair, driving...

　　Dole was considering the choice of life skills, the door of the room creaked and was opened from the outside, and two detectives walked in while talking in low voices.

One of the steady and capable middle-aged police detectives seemed to sense Dole’s sight, and looked at Dole with a slight surprise: "Good luck boy, if you don’t wake up again, we will prepare you to make a frozen ham. 'Again."

"Oh God, can you stop making such low-level jokes? It will scare the children." The young female agent next to her gave her partner a stern look, and immediately said to Dole: "I should have waited for you to come back. Investigated, but this case is very difficult, so I hope you can cooperate."

　　 Dole nodded, somewhat puzzled: "Is it a fire? I don't know the cause of the fire."

　　 Mark took out a cigarette. He was about to light it before remembering that this was a hospital. He shrugged and pinched out the cigarette butts and sighed, "It's man-made arson!"

　　 "Artificial arson?!!!"

　　 Dole was taken aback in shock, and UU Reading www.uukanshu.com frowned forcefully.

　　The female agent may find it cruel to say this. After all, Dole’s house was burned down, so she said with sympathy: "Does your family have hatred with anyone? Especially those gang members."

　　Doll thought about it carefully, but couldn't think of anyone with whom he had hatred. If you have anything to do with the gang, it is the dead ghost father. But he has been dead for many years, and his family has long since broken contact with the gang.

　　 "Doctor, come and take a look, my child is awake, my child is awake!" The mother stood anxiously at the door, pulling a white doctor who was unhappy, pleading.

　　 "Madam, I am not the doctor in charge here, please let go." The white doctor said politely, but his voice revealed a sense of indifference and distance.

　　 My mother saw contempt and disgust in the eyes of the other person, and quickly let go of her hands in a panic. She clasped her clothes with rough hands a little uneasy: "Sorry, I'm a little too happy, I'm really sorry."

　　 The white doctor nodded indifferently. Before turning and leaving, a voice full of contempt echoed in the corridor: "A kind reminder, your medical expenses are almost running out."

　　 Dorr coldly watched the scene at the door. There are many racially discriminatory whites in the United States, but he did not expect to be met by himself.

　　 "Let's leave first, and wait until you are better tomorrow." The female agent felt that the atmosphere was a little depressed, and she immediately proposed.

　　 The thick-lined Mark also felt embarrassed. Because they were also white, they said "Get well soon" and left with their partner.