After doing all the bad things, it turns out they are all true?

Fan Lin looked at the sky and couldn't help but think of the little Loli "Bu Youxue" again.

Even with a black card, Vanilla still needs to work.

In the entire Yeming City, perhaps only Bu Youxue and her sister can completely break out of the vicious cycle created by the weirdness.

There is no "dashboard" and no need to worry about being contaminated by weird things.

He is simply the "chosen one" to deal with the weirdness.

But...he ended up like this, a loser who can only cheat and deceive...

One really shouldn't be too "Bu Youxue" in life.

Fan Lin shook his head and once again felt a little sad for the little Loli's life.

However, feelings are feelings.

After sorting out my thoughts, my goal is now very clear.

If you want to investigate something strange, you need to first upgrade to a "middle citizen" and go to the main city.

The first step, of course, is to find a job.

In this way, you can earn time off your sentence and prevent it from being contaminated by the weird, killing two birds with one stone.

As for Bu Youxue's sister...

There are no clues yet, so just treat it as a side quest.

Or, go back and interrogate Vanilla tonight?

Oh yeah, I almost forgot about this cat girl.

Bu Youxue's sister gave her a black card.

Moreover, judging from the interaction between her and Bu Youxue during the quarrel, they were not just ordinary acquaintances.

Although it is unlikely that Xiang Zilan knows where Sister Bu Youxue is.

But she is wanted by bounty hunters, so she must have some stories. If we interrogate her, maybe we will get some unexpected results.

Fan Lin narrowed his eyes slightly and nodded thoughtfully, completely having a clear plan for his next goal. Mei is in me, I chant, I chant in the air. I think of Mei, you think...

To do a job well, you must first sharpen your tools.

The most urgent task is to find a job first to avoid doing nothing and triggering the "rules" and being contaminated by strange forces.

According to his observation, in the slums, the only way to obtain legal income is to mine, apart from selling goods.

Although he carried a lot of expensive "snacks" on him, if he sold them all, it would be more than enough for him to become a middle-class citizen.

However, the people in the slums are all poor and can't afford much money to spend.

If you sell it at a low price, it would be a pity, and you may be reported for not having a business license.

As for how Fan Lin knew this?

Of course it was because he witnessed with his own eyes a passerby getting moldy steamed buns from somewhere.

This kind of thing is considered high-end food in the slums.

The passerby was sentenced to three years in prison for selling the moldy steamed buns at a low price.

The buyer immediately called the patrol guard and reported the passerby for unlicensed marketing.

As for the outcome, there is no need to say more.

Passersby were captured by robots and are likely to be treated as waste.

The buyer will be rewarded with a prison sentence for reporting the crime.

The pressure of life is as heavy as a mountain, but the people of Yeming City are so simple and honest.

Therefore, if you want to get a prison sentence, the best way is to mine.

Fan Lin looked at his wrist. His current sentence was "ten million and two hundred years."

It's only two hundred years away from becoming a true middle-class citizen. A few days of odd jobs should be enough.

However, before applying for a job as a miner, there is still a problem that needs to be solved.

That is to buy the "breathing devices" that the lower-class citizens need to wear.

It’s not that Fan Lin has come to terms with it and is willing to accept breathing the “stink”.

Instead, without "breathing equipment", you will be considered an ordinary citizen and will not be able to enter the mine smoothly.

So, at least you have to pretend.

Anyway, the robots and residents here only care about formalism.

Wear a breathing apparatus and poke a small hole in the gas pipe so you can still breathe fresh air without being discovered.

After thinking everything through, Fan Lin walked along the street and came to a shop.

The shop owner was lying on a recliner, with his legs crossed and his head in his hands, basking in the sun very comfortably.

He was not wearing a breathing apparatus on his head and was clearly a "second-class citizen."

No wonder he exudes a sense of superiority.

He is obviously a businessman, but when customers come to his door, he ignores them and still acts like a big shot with his eyes closed.

Fan Lin didn't tolerate him. He raised his foot and stepped towards the curved leg of the recliner.

The recliner tilted forward suddenly, and the boss was thrown out by inertia, like a toad, and kowtowed to Fan Lin on the spot.

"What the hell? What are you doing..."

The boss got up from the ground in anger, rolled up his sleeves, and started cursing and wanted to take action.

But when he saw that Fan Lin was also a second-class citizen, his sarcastic face immediately became polite, and even his tone became very gentle.

"Um...friend, you look a little unfamiliar?"

"Could it be that he just came from the main city?"

The boss rubbed his hands together, his expression somewhat fawning, his eyes narrowed in a mean way.

Although they are all middle-class citizens, this is the rule of survival in Yeming City.

For the lower-class citizens, middle-class citizens are the superiors, the "masters" whom they can only look up to from afar.

But only the middle-class citizens themselves know that there are gaps among the “middle class”.

People like this shop owner are those who can't make it in Yeming City, so they can only come to the slums, sell breathing devices, and bully the lower-class people.

When he saw the "unknown" Fan Lin, he naturally had to be more respectful.

In particular, Fan Lin's aura was too strong, and he had the majesty of a superior.

The shop owner even had some doubts, wondering if the person in front of him was a "superior citizen"?

Thinking of this, his smile became even brighter, and his legs couldn't help but want to bend.

Fan Lin also knew that this kind of person was what is commonly known as a servile person.

The nicer you treat him, the more arrogant he becomes.

So in the face of the boss's enthusiastic attitude, Fan Lin was not polite at all. With a cold face, he sat down on the recliner, crossed his legs, and basked in the sun comfortably.

Seeing his natural bandit look.

The shop owner nodded frantically in his heart.

Um--

That’s right, that’s all right, that’s the taste.

This man must be a first-class citizen!

Regardless of whether Fan Lin could see him or not, the shop owner consciously bent his waist and stood next to the recliner.

"Excuse me, sir, what is your name?"

"Is there anything I can do for you?"

Fan Lin frowned, said nothing, and glanced casually at the man next to him.

The shop owner instantly felt cold sweat on his back, and guessed that his rudeness must have disturbed the "master" from basking in the sun.

He quickly took two steps back, hid in the shadows, and blocked out all the sunlight.

The skillful look seemed as if it had been tempered through thousands of trials and tribulations.

Fan Lin also managed to maintain his composure, pretending nothing had happened and quietly enjoying the warmth of the sun.

In this way, ten minutes passed by.

The shop owner was so nervous that he was almost soaked all over. He felt extremely regretful and hated himself for opening the shop to do business today. He hated himself for offending the noble master!

Feeling that the atmosphere was almost brewing, Fan Lin didn't open his eyes, but just waved his hand casually: "Get me three sets of breathing equipment from your store."

puff.

The shop owner slumped on the ground, feeling relieved, and let out a long, heavy breath.

Harm~

I thought it was something.

So you just need a breathing device. Couldn’t you have told me earlier?

This scared me...I almost thought the store would be closed down today.

The shop owner wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and quickly returned to the warehouse to pick out three sets of breathing apparatus that had not had any parts replaced.

"Sir, are these all right with you?"

Fan Lin still didn't open his eyes to look: "It doesn't matter, it's just for slaves, what else can it do?"

The boss smiled apologetically and said, "Yes, yes, the breathing devices used by the lower-class people are basically of this style."

There wasn't even a shred of doubt, because the smell of treating lower-class citizens like garbage was just so right.

Fan Lin stood up, brushed off the "non-existent" dust on his body, pretended to be extremely disgusted with his surroundings, and spoke impatiently:

"How long is the total sentence?"

The shop owner was so panicked that he kept shaking his head: "It's a great honor for you to come to our shop. These are just some small items. Why would I ask you to pay the prison sentence?"

"Just take it."

Although the shop owner had a smile on his face, his heart was bleeding.

After all, the purchase price of a set of breathing apparatus is equivalent to a hundred years in prison!

If you swap the parts and resell them, you can make two hundred sentences.

How could he not feel sad to give away this brand new item like this?

But there was no way around it. In Yeming City, there had never been a precedent of middle-class citizens collecting sentences from their superiors.

Unless... you also have a high-ranking master as your backer.

The shop owner smiled flatteringly, hoping to avoid disaster by losing money and keep the peace.

Fan Lin didn't appreciate it at all. Instead, he glanced at him coldly and said, "You want me to owe you?"

The shop owner was so dumbfounded that his heart almost exploded: "No, no, no!"

"Who am I? How dare I have such thoughts..."

"You misunderstood, you really misunderstood..."

It was not right to accept the money, nor was it right not to accept the money. The shop owner was so panicked that he was incoherent. He was a grown man and almost knelt down and cried.

There's nothing we can do about it, since he's just a middle-class citizen.

Class status is basically determined at birth.

He has no right to resist at all.

Fan Lin took out a bag of expired and moldy compressed bread from his pocket and threw it at the store owner with disgust.

"I don't want anything to do with you."

"This bag of dog food will be used to exchange for these rags of yours."