My Past Life Simulator

   Chapter 245 244 [Missing Case]

   In the blink of an eye, a month passed.

On the morning of the 32nd day of    playing the simulation, a ray of sunlight poured into the room from the window and sprinkled on the floor.

   Sitting cross-legged on the bed, He Zhao, who practiced "The View of the Stars (Ancient Gods Complementary Edition, opened his eyes.

   In the upper left corner of the line of sight, a message prompt pops up immediately.

  【Do you want to store the Gene Sublimation·Spirit - 0.1 attribute value? 】

【whether】

"Yes."

   "Split."

  [Gene sublimation attribute value: 0.1→Gene attribute value: 1]

   Immediately afterwards, he quickly clicked on his physique.

  【Gene Constitution+1】

   On the nineteenth day of his stay in the courtyard, he raised all his basic attributes to the level of genetic attributes.

  1.9's gene sublimation attribute has removed 190 basic attributes.

   All the physiques are full, so that the strength and agility are all forcibly pulled to 50 points.

   Then, for the remaining 101 points, fill up the two basic attributes respectively, leaving 1 point of useless basic attributes.

   In the next eleven days, save 1.1 points of gene sublimation attribute and split it into 11 points of gene attribute. Without exception, all are added to the physique, so that the other two attributes of the white female vote.

  【Gene Strength: 10.5】

  【Gene Constitution: 21.0】

  【Gene Agility: 10.5】

   After going back and forth, Bai gets 1 genetic attribute, which is equivalent to a night of penance.

   There is no one who knows more about card bugs and exploiting loopholes than him.

   "woo woo woo"

"Ok?"

  How come the auditory hallucinations are getting more and more serious, the crying has been rang continuously for a month, and it is very punctual. Every time it is breakfast time at the house, it will sound intermittently, and its accuracy is comparable to that of the pocket watches sold in Western stores.

The only downside of    is probably the occasional angry shout.

   "Master, you."

   "Squeak!"

  Didn't wait for the loyal Ergouzi to complete the daily greeting as usual, and the door was pushed open from the inside.

   "Master, you finally came out."

   The little servant's words stopped abruptly.

  Without him, a strong man with a tiger back and a bear waist and a height of two meters walked out of the house.

   Looking at his face, you can vaguely see the style of the second young master of the He family.

   "Young Master?!"

   The servant who was serving him at a young age didn't even dare to recognize it for a while.

   "Well, it's me. What's the matter, I don't recognize your young master?"

   "No, no, no, it's just. It's just that you have changed."

   is more than a change, it is simply a facelift.

   No, no matter how powerful a plastic surgeon's scalpel is, it can't turn a thin scholar into a tough guy like Schwarzenegger.

   "Master, I gave up writing to martial arts. Facts have proved that I was right. Since I started practicing martial arts, I have become more and more skilled, and my body has changed every day. It is better to dance with a gun and get a stick."

  “.”

  The little servant is silent, you are the master, you are right.

   "Er dog, go to the dining hall to eat."

"Yes."

   One master and one servant, one after the other, went to the hall where the crying became louder and louder.

   Halfway through, he frowned.

   "What's going on?"

   "Master, you mean crying. Hey, the servants in our house are used to it. A month ago, the fifth master accidentally made the master angry.

   So, disaster. Every time it was time for dinner, the master would always press Fifth Young Master on his leg and spank. It lasted for a month, and the anger was not only not small, but it was getting bigger and bigger. "

   Ergouzi replied in a low voice, for fear that others would hear the snitch.

   "What did He Han say?"

   "The fifth young master said, wait until the master is dead. Let you burn more paper figurines so that you can go down and serve."

  “.”

  He Zhao was silent, that's it!

   There is no door on his mouth, so you have to clean it up?

  In the dining hall, He Wangzu, who had just finished beating his child, not only did not go out in one breath, but his anger grew a bit.

   "Humph, renegade child!"

   "When the second child comes out, I have to clean him up. Let's see what happened to his younger brother. I haven't died yet, so you will burn paper for me?"

   The voice fell, and footsteps came from outside.

   Everyone looked up, and a tall and burly man came into view.

   Mr. He turned his head to look at his wife, and his eyes revealed the doubts about when the guests came to the mansion.

   In response, Wang Lan shook her head slightly, indicating that no guests were visiting.

   "Master, Second Young Master is here."

  Er Gouzi stepped forward to report, and the living room suddenly fell into the weird atmosphere that He Han said he was burning paper figurines for his father.

  “.”

"impossible!"

   After being silent for a while, Mr. He, who had been holding back for a long time, finally choked out three words.

   One month, can you make a big difference?

   What a joke!

   "Second Young Master abandoned literature and started martial arts. When I was young, I was waiting in front of the courtyard every day, and I could always hear the sound of **** and footsteps coming from the room. Master, perhaps the second Young Master's talent is not in reading, but in martial arts and boxing."

   He Zhao secretly said a good brother, as expected of a servant who grew up with him since childhood. If he didn't explain anything, others would automatically fill in the loopholes.

   "Ah this."

  Wang Lan looked at the shocked He Wangzu and couldn't help but smile.

   "Master, didn't you say you want to pack a meal?"

   "Huh? I'm not! I don't! Don't talk nonsense!"

   Mr. He looked at his second son, his arm thicker than his thighs, shook his head subconsciously, and threw out three consecutive denials.

   "Eat, what are you doing, eat quickly."

   Everyone laughed and shook their heads at their master's blunt change of topic.

   "Give me a big bowl instead."

  The Second Young Master He sat down carelessly and instructed the servant to change the bowl.

  The porcelain bowl on the table, in his hand, is too small.

   After a while, the loyal Ergou returned with a porcelain basin.

   Mr. He: "."

   aunties: "."

   Siblings: "."

   In a daze, the dishes and cakes on the table were immediately reduced by half.

  “???”

  He Zhao swept across the breakfast like a wind and clouds.

   What is confusing is that his appearance is not ugly at all, and even reveals a pleasing style.

   "One more table."

  “.”

  The price of being strong and strong is - being able to eat!

   If you change it to an ordinary family, I am afraid that you will go bankrupt with just one meal.

   "Didn't you hear what the second young master said? Hurry up and tell the cook to do it." Mr. He scolded the servant who was waiting on the side, and glanced at the fifth son without a trace.

  My lord, I may not be able to beat the second child, but if I have nothing to beat the fifth one, I can still do it.

"Yes."

   A servant had just left his forefoot when he hurried from outside, a guy dressed in a long gown and jacket, who looked shrewd.

   "Master He! The prefect, please go to the county government office."

"What's wrong?"

"Well, it's not the case of the disappearance. Only this time, the missing family is the Li family. The family of 123 people, the master and the servant disappeared without knowing it. The wealthy households in the city were making trouble. Let the prefect must give an explanation, if not, join forces to let him get out of Jincheng in a daze."

  Like these things, He Wangzu usually runs as far as he can, and he can't get involved, and he is determined not to get involved.

  Unfortunately, the prefect specially sent someone to come, and he couldn't refuse. Disobeying Shangguan would have to be cleaned up.

   "Let's go."

   Mr. He picked up the silk and wiped the corners of his mouth, then threw it on the table and got up and left home.

   He Zhao frowned and asked.

   "Missing case, what's going on?"

   (end of this chapter)