[Experience value: 0

Function: Scan】

He Xiaotian looked at the two lines of writing in the upper left corner of his sight and looked confused.

After pinching myself hard and rubbing my eyes.

He finally knew that he was not dreaming, nor was he dazzled or hallucinating.

It is similar to the story novels in which the protagonists who have great luck get the legendary golden finger.

But shouldn't you give me an instruction manual or something?

There are only two lines of characters, but I know them all.

But the question is, how do I get something as unscientific as experience value?

It can't be like an online game where you just kill a poultry and you can level up!

So he didn't bother to wash up.

Get dressed immediately and start experimenting with how to obtain experience points.

After experiencing trampling ants to death, killing chickens and ducks bought from the vegetable market, and various indescribable scenes, He Xiaotian chose to give up.

He made a mess at home, not to mention the chicken feathers and blood stains in the kitchen, but there was a faint smell of chicken feces in the air.

"It's better not to give it to me! You can't really let me kill people, right? This is an era of rule of law, and there are surveillance cameras everywhere. What's more, even if you kill someone, you still don't get experience points?"

He Xiaotian muttered, quite disappointed.

Anyone who gets such an unscientific thing and suddenly finds that he cannot operate it will probably be filled with resentment.

Then he ignored the writing on the first line of experience values ​​and focused all his attention on the second line [Function: Scanning].

He tried to concentrate and 'clicked' on the word [scan].

"Buzz!"

He Xiaotian felt an indescribable invisible force rising in his mind. Unfortunately, before he could show his surprised expression, he saw a row of words in the upper left corner of his sight, which immediately knocked him to the bottom.

【Insufficient experience points, unable to scan.】

"..."

The excitement I felt before was instantly suppressed in my chest, and I wanted to spit out a mouthful of old blood.

"Damn it, you didn't tell me how to get experience points. Who made this or how it was formed? There's no instructions. It's not as good as some of China's three-no products. At least they will give you instructions for use.

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After his mind calmed down completely, He Xiaotian looked at the messy kitchen and living room, and immediately showed a bad expression.

This house belongs to his cousin!

Because he couldn't stand his mother's nagging recently, he came to stay for a while.

When the university starts, I will go directly from this remote small county to the magic city to live a free and happy life.

"Fortunately, my cousin often doesn't come back until midnight, so I still have plenty of time to clean."

He Xiaotian looked at the electronic clock in the living room that showed "evening, 8 o'clock" and breathed a sigh of relief.

Unknowingly, he has been struggling all day?

His cousin is a policeman, but don't get me wrong.

He's just an ordinary little policeman, not a majestic-looking detective.

After all, in this remote county, there may not be a murder case in several years.

Besides, even if there is, it's basically love killing.

The investigation of the case is not easy at all.

The only troublesome thing is that all kinds of petty thefts and neighborhood disputes occur one after another.

Otherwise, I wouldn’t be busy until midnight every day.

His cousin was a very nice person, with a smile that was as charming as the little brother next door, which led to many people chasing him.

But there was only one thing that made He Xiaotian's scalp numb.

He has mysophobia! He has mysophobia! He has mysophobia!

Say important things three times.

What if my cousin comes back and sees that his spotless home has turned into a mess.

I'll probably chop him up alive!

Although He Xiaotian is young and strong, his cousin is not bad either.

To use his words to describe him, he is a martial arts practitioner.

Since he caught a thief three years ago, he has become fanatical about kung fu and has embarked on a path of no return.

At least, in He Xiaotian's view, that is indeed a road of no return.

I vaguely remember that that year was the college entrance examination, a day that decided the fate of countless students.

And his cousin caught a thief.

None of these are important, what's important is the thief.

The kind that can actually climb ten stories with bare hands in forty seconds without any protective measures.

In order to catch him, the entire Z County expended a lot of effort.

The thief's speed was really too fast.

All kinds of flying over eaves and walls, climbing walls with bare hands.

If it weren't for the large number of people, they would have slipped away long ago.

He Xiaotian's cousin was one of the people responsible for the arrest.

After learning that the thief could climb a floor every four seconds and his various performances during the arrest, he became fascinated by kung fu.

According to Mao Thief's account, it is said that he has been practicing "Qing Gong" since he was a child.

My father tied my legs with thick sandbags and was not allowed to take them off except for sleeping.

Coupled with various special trainings, he has developed a good kung fu.

From then on, my cousin began to try to learn martial arts, and then bought so-called unique secret books online.

If his uncle hadn't jointly opened a paper mill with his family, his cousin might not have been able to afford half of the so-called martial arts secret books a year with his salary.

He Xiaotian scoffed at this.

People’s ‘Qing Gong’ at least has a scientific basis.

An ordinary person might not be able to climb ten floors with bare hands after practicing for several years.

But being as light as a swallow is still doable.

But what the hell are you buying internal strength for?

Is it possible that you still want to shatter the void and soar into the sky one day?

However, He Xiaotian was wise enough not to mention these things out loud, and kept them in his heart.

Although my cousin has been training blindly for three years, his muscles are not in vain.

Have you ever seen eight-pack abs?

My cousin has it!

A punch to his muscles would not only make him okay.

On the contrary, He Xiaotian's own arm was so shaken that it hurt.

Until now, his cousin's words still echoed clearly in his mind.

"Weak scholar!"

Okay, it doesn't matter if you are despised.

A weak scholar is at least much better than a muscle maniac who blindly practices martial arts every day.

It is said that my aunt was very worried about this, and some acquaintances said that my cousin had lost his mind.

For this reason, many young ladies who pursued him disappeared.

A handsome man with a lot of money is a good destination, but if you have a problem with your brain, you have to think about it carefully.

He Xiaotian stood up with some disappointment and prepared to clean up the house.

"Click!"

The door lock sounded, and his lazy expression instantly froze on his face.

'No way?!'

Three big words flashed in my mind, and I felt bad.

"Xiaotian, come back to the police with me..."

Someone came to the door, and the conversation stopped abruptly in mid-sentence.

He Xiaotian and his cousin in the living room looked at each other and were speechless for a long time.

"You'd better tell me what this is all about, otherwise I'll let you taste the iron fist of anger." The handsome cousin, who even looked a little bit embarrassed, clenched his fists in an unreasonable manner.
To be continued...