My Reaper is a bit fierce

Xie Fanyu yawned and got off the Toyota, feeling a little upset when he thought of the extra parking fee.If it wasn't for too many cars, how could he have been stuck in the parking lot for so long, even exceeding the time limit?

Today's task has been roughly completed, three souls, that is 300 yuan, plus today's fixed base salary of [-], it's ok, very profitable.

He was in a good mood, and he readily agreed to the dinner invitation from his neighbor Fan Shaojun.

Fan Shaojun was from a wealthy family. Before graduating from university, he used the family money to open a bar. Now it is doing well. He has bought two houses by himself. He lives near the bar, which happens to be opposite Xie Fanyu.

Fan Shaojun can also be regarded as Xie Fanyu's only human friend, because of his neighbors, the relationship is also quite close.

After discussing it, Xie Fanyu got into Fan Shaojun's car and went to find a place to eat.

Fan Shaojun asked him while driving: "Are you not working today? I thought I couldn't get an appointment with you again."

Xie Fanyu has always claimed that he is an online car-hailing driver of "Tuk Tuk Taxi", and he has indeed registered one, but he hardly takes orders, and only takes ride-hailing orders when he does, and the terminal happens to be the place of death of the deceased .

"I just ran three orders, I'm a little tired, I want to take a break." Xie Fanyu replied.

"Hey, your job is freedom. You can run as you want. As for me, I have to go to the bar at seven o'clock, and I can't come back until early in the morning. This day and night are reversed, and I am tired." Fan Shaojun complained.

"At least you earn a lot and still be your own boss." Xie Fanyu snorted, ignoring his innocent moans.

Fan Shaojun suddenly thought of something: "But I want to ask, is it a bit wasteful for you to buy an SUV? A five-seater car is enough. How can there be so many people in a tuk tuk? The price of gas is getting higher and higher. .”

"It's okay," Xie Fanyu said indifferently, "I think this kind of big space is just right."

The car has been specially customized to prevent the soul inside from leaking out of the car, making his work more convenient, and he has long been used to this SUV.

After a simple dinner, Fan Shaojun drove to the bar to work, while Xie Fanyu walked home step by step in the name of eliminating food after a meal.

The March weather is just starting to warm up, but the nights are still cold, and with his hands in his pockets, he's completely absorbed in the place.No one would have thought that this tall, thin young man with exquisite eyebrows and eyes would be the god of death in this city.

Reapers have been working hard to integrate into human society decades ago. They were born in the underworld, but they have human bodies. I don’t know what Hades thinks. Education, you have to find a decent job after taking office.

The same is true of Xie Fanyu. He was admitted to the forensic department of Ningcheng University and got his diploma. The reason why he didn't go to forensic medicine was because the profession of forensic medicine could not allow him to arrive at the place of death in time, which would delay the work of the god of death.

Pluto mentioned that in order to become an excellent god of death, one must understand human beings.This surprised many colleagues. It wasn't until Xie Fanyu saw a case of the god of death being bullied by humans because of ignorance that he understood what Pluto meant.

"Well, may I ask, how do I get to Jiayue Hotel?" A tourist from out of town dragged his suitcase and came to ask for directions with his mobile phone. Because the signal was not very good, he was already fainted by the navigation.

Xie Fanyu pointed in one direction: "Go straight there, turn left at the second intersection, and you will be there after walking a few more steps."

"Ah, thank you."

Xie Fanyu gave a rare smile: "I wish you a happy stay in Ningcheng."

Many gods of death believe that the more indifferent they are, the better it is for their work, and that it is correct not to interact with humans. Therefore, even after receiving nine years of compulsory education and the baptism of high school and university according to the order of Pluto, they have always maintained a disregard for ordinary people. manner.

In this regard, Xie Fanyu is different, but he himself does not know whether this development is good or bad.

**

Meng Yongzhao dug up the WeChat group in college, thought about it, and asked in the former fellow group: "Does anyone have Xie Fanyu's contact information?"

A few years after graduation, the group has been silent for a long time. At this time, Meng Yongzhao's words are like a stone, smashing the calm lake.

"Xie Fanyu is from the Department of Forensic Medicine, right? So many years have passed, and he is relatively lonely, so we have lost contact for a long time."

"Brother Zhao, why are you looking for him? I remember that you don't seem to know each other?"

Meng Yongzhao typed out a few words, deleted them, repeated them, and said an understatement: "I saw him coming to Ningcheng, and I want to meet him and learn about the current situation."

"What's wrong? The two departments want to have a heart-to-heart talk? Or do you want to cherish each other?" The alumni joked, but still said, "I know a forensic department, let me ask for you, he should have joined the department group."

Meng Yongzhao typed: "It's troublesome, thank you."

The man was flattered: "It's a small matter, it's good that I can help Brother Zhao."

The rest of the group of friends saw it and didn't say anything, feeling a little disdain in their hearts.Meng Yongzhao has been doing well in the industry in the past few years. Not long after graduation, he became an assistant physician and was admitted to the attending physician, and then became the deputy director of the cardiothoracic department. Some resident doctors who are still working hard but earning low salaries are a little bit indescribable.

Of course, Meng Yongzhao didn't know what his former classmate was thinking. He was anxiously waiting for that alumnus' reply.

He accepted the other party's friend request, and then received the WeChat ID.

After thanking him again, he copied and searched the WeChat ID and sent a friend request.

Xie Fanyu's WeChat name is Charon, and his profile picture is a Q version of a picture of a villain. Meng Yongzhao stared at this simple interface, and a nurse knocked on the office door.

"Please come in." Meng Yongzhao put away his phone and sat up straight.

"Director Meng, the patient in bed 11 seems to be in a bad condition..."

"I see," Meng Yongzhao stood up, "I'll go and have a look right away."

**

Xie Fanyu was half lying on the sofa, holding up his mobile phone and playing King of Glory.

Before the end of the round, he was so angry that he wanted to drop his phone, and said loudly in the team voice: "A shooter is sticking to other fighters? What kind of group is there when no one comes?!"

He restrained his urge to swear, and watched as his entire army was wiped out, losing the round without any surprise.

With a cold face, Xie Fanyu reported his teammates one by one, and quit the game directly.At this time, I had the opportunity to click on WeChat and found a little red dot.

"Doctor Meng? Who is it?" Xie Fanyu muttered, he didn't like to add someone he didn't know, and when he saw the name of this person, he was even less interested, so he directly clicked "Reject".