Eternal Life: I'm Grinding Experience in the Patrol Division

The night was lonely and the cold wind was blowing.

A dark cloud was circling around, covering the bright moon in the sky, leaving only three or two bright stars shining.

In the empty streets of Donglai County, two shadows were constantly lengthening under the firelight.

The two men were dressed in blue uniforms, with knives on their waists and lights in one hand, patrolling from time to time.

One of them was a slightly older middle-aged man with a short beard, sniffed his cold nose and shivered in the cold wind.

"Hiss, why is it so cold today? I should have asked my wife at home to prepare a thick inner coat."

Song Changming glanced at the thin body of the man next to him and said nothing.

No matter how cold it was at night, the patrol work had to continue.

The lights flickered, and his eyes swept across the alleys on both sides of the street. He silently estimated the time in his heart, it should be almost midnight.

[Today's review: A boring day, life span +5, get the limited-time status 'mediocre']

"Sure enough." Song Changming noticed the prompt information that appeared in his mind on time, and his face remained unchanged.

This is the twelfth year since he came to this world, and the various past events in his previous life have become increasingly vague in the depths of his memory.

He only remembered that he probably died suddenly while working overtime late at night, and then traveled here.

With a thought, a small floating translucent panel appeared in front of him.

Name: Song Changming

Life span: 36,002

Spirit: 7

Roots: 10

Related constitution: Fear of water (gray)

This relatively simple attribute panel has been with him through the journey until now, and he has already turned it over and studied it thoroughly.

The life span on it shows 36,000 days, nearly a hundred years of life!

Even in the era of the previous life, a hundred years of life span is an absolute long life for ordinary people, and there are very few who can really live that long.

And looking at this life, let alone, according to the standards of ordinary people, if you can live to 50 or 60 years old, it is considered a happy death, and you don’t have time to be happy, and you basically don’t dare to hope to live a hundred years.

In fact, he is now 18 years old, and the past 18 years are not included.

These 36,000 days are his remaining lifespan.

As long as he lives every day, he can accumulate a certain number of days of life.

Simply put, the longer he lives, the more remaining lifespan he will have.

Day after day, little by little, he has accumulated nearly a hundred years of life.

This unique ability of his is not to be underestimated. As long as time continues to pass and days continue to pass, theoretically he is an immortal existence!

When he first realized this, he was delighted and couldn’t help thinking more.

In his previous life, he was young and died suddenly when his career was booming, ending his short life hastily.

But in this life, he has a lifespan that seems to be endless, which seems to him like a compensation from the unknown.

Of course, if he wants to be truly immortal, he must not commit suicide.

With this ability, he can resist the erosion of the years, but there are always many accidents and even diseases in the world that can still take his life.

Therefore, he has been cautious in his words and deeds over the years, saying less and doing less, never taking the initiative to cause trouble, and always seeking stability.

Until today, Song Changming looked at his life column on the panel, which was a neat 36,000. While he was full of sense of accomplishment, a big stone in his heart fell.

"Finally, it's all together."

From the beginning of the crossing, he understood another powerful aspect of his ability.

Consuming 36,000 days of life, even if he died of a serious disease or other reasons, he could come back to life!

At first, he came through the crossing, and after coming back to life, he almost exhausted the remaining life days of his two lives, leaving less than ten years.

It has been accumulated until now to restore this life.

"Now that my life is guaranteed, I can finally make appropriate changes and no longer have to deliberately avoid everything." Song Changming secretly calculated, and his mind gradually became active.

He has lived in this world for more than ten years, and he has already integrated into it.

Although he has been doing nothing, it does not mean that he is willing to live like this forever.

You must know that this world is not ordinary

Just thinking about it, he suddenly heard some shouting from the front, and Song Changming immediately looked in the direction of the sound.

At the corner of the long street, several figures appeared from nowhere and entangled and fought with each other.

Seeing this, Song Changming subconsciously grabbed Li Fuan beside him.

Li Fuan then noticed a group of thugs who suddenly appeared in front of him. He trembled with fear and almost lost his light in his hand.

"It's the Qinghe Gang!"

Li Fuan has lived in this Houli Street for more than ten years. He knows everything about this place and immediately recognized the identity of one of the thugs who were fighting.

"Don't worry about it, let's go first. Report this to the Patrol Guard. As for whether to send out patrol guards, let the patrol chief and others decide." Song Changming made a prompt decision and said.

Although he has only been working as a night watchman for more than a year and is still a half-newcomer, the code of conduct for so many years will never allow him to intervene in such a dangerous incident, and he should not even take a second look.

Moreover, this is the rule here.

Although they are from the government Patrol Guard and have knives on their waists, they can only deter some low-level petty thieves and ordinary people at best.

The gang feuds in this city are not something they can interfere with at all.

To put it bluntly, their status is not enough.

"Okay, go! Go! You have good eyes." Li Fuan came to his senses and turned away, fearing that he would be implicated.

Donglai County City has eight main streets, which are divided into eight large urban areas. There are eight patrol offices corresponding to them, responsible for the security control of the local urban areas.

Song Changming is now a fire patrolman in the Houli Street Patrol Office, and his status can barely be regarded as a civil servant working for the government.

Soon, the two put down their night patrol work and hurried back to the Patrol Office.

They saw that other night patrolmen were already reporting the gang fight, and they came back late.

The Patrol Office was not as crowded at night as during the day. There were only a few patrolmen in armor sitting by the candlelight in the lobby, eating dried fruits and chatting.

Even if they heard the report of the night patrolman, they didn't care at all, and their expressions were not nervous at all.

On a painted solid wood bench, a broad and burly man was lying there, half-closed his eyes, and waved his hand casually.

"I already know about this. Let everyone come back. You can rest tonight. There will be things for you to do tomorrow morning."

Song Changming and other night watchmen immediately agreed and left when they heard it.

The Houli Street Patrol Guard Division has clear levels, and the top one who controls the overall situation is the director.

There are six patrol chiefs under the director, and the man on the bench is one of them.

When the director is away, some things are decided by these patrol chiefs, and they, the night watchmen who carry fire, can only obey.

"Thanks to those gang members, they can leave early today. I have to go back and have a few sips of hot wine to warm myself up." After leaving the Patrol Guard Division, Li Fuan seemed to be in a good mood. He said hello to Song Changming and left.

"This time the commotion was so big, I'm afraid there will be a lot of dead bodies to collect tomorrow morning, so we should go back and have a rest."

"That's true."

Several night watchmen said as they finished their work and went home.

Song Changming yawned and walked in another direction.

Although he worked in the Houli Street area, his home was not here.

Houli Street was quite prosperous in the city, so the house here was not affordable for his family.

He quickened his pace, passed through several small streets and alleys, and deliberately avoided the location of the gang fight just seen. He walked for almost an hour.

As he approached the edge of the city, the surrounding street environment gradually deteriorated. The mansions no longer appeared, and the pavilions and towers were gone. Only scattered old stone and wood houses were left.

Baiyi Street, the most dilapidated and marginal area of ​​the eight urban areas.

Usually, the people living here are the lower-class people with no identity background and no financial resources.

It was late at night, and the entire Baiyi Street was dark. People living here basically work from sunrise to sunset, and rest at night.

Passing through several alleys and an old crooked tree, I heard the cries of wild cats and dogs from time to time.

Soon, several small houses with partitions appeared in front of me. The bottom was covered with mud, the top was covered with wood, and there was a circle of solid fences around.

Song Changming simply looked around, and after confirming that there was nothing unusual, he went to the front of his parents' house. After faintly hearing the sound of gentle sleeping inside, he returned to his room with peace of mind.

Although Baiyi Street also has a patrol department, the security situation here is still the worst, especially there are many petty thieves.

Those gangs in the city at least set rules and follow them, and there are traces to follow.

These unprovoked petty thefts are simply hard to prevent. A few days ago, even a few chickens raised in their home were taken away.

After a quick wash, Song Changming lay down on the bed, with the sword he always carried with him beside his pillow.

This was also a habit of his. Although he was not a serious swordsman, he kept his sword with him most of the time, which made him feel more secure.

"I should save more money and make plans."

Song Changming looked at the sword beside his pillow, feeling confident that he had another life. He thought a lot that night before falling asleep.