The tall boy in his school uniform stood in front of the seafood glass tank for ten minutes.

If there wasn't anyone in the store right now, the boss would be getting impatient.

But is this kid really a part of Bolong's target market?

Don't wait until suddenly someone says, "I'm a student, give me..."

That won't do, you weren't born to be capable.

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“Dead.”

"Death, what death?"

“Boss, a lobster is dead.”

“It’s impossible, they are all fresh, they were still moving just now.” Although he didn't believe it in his heart, the boss still walked over after hearing this.

Then, a one-jin lobster slowly floated upwards until it reached the surface. Seeing this, the boss hurriedly took out his net to scoop up the lobster, but this one was definitely still moving just moments ago, he must have been very fresh.

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And at this moment, it was truly dead.

"Damn, is the oxygen machine broken? Fuck! What the hell kind of animal are you? How did you die like this? You fucking dog!"

A boa constrictor sold for 288 yuan, and usually it would sell before closing time. Now that it’s dead, it's like losing 288 yuan out of thin air. The boss couldn’t help but curse when he thought about this.

"Boss, how is dead seafood usually handled?"

“It definitely has to be thrown away. We never sell dead shrimp here.”

Here, seafood markets are regulated. Dead prawns in cages can be sold cheaply or processed into frozen shrimp, but lobster and king crab, once dead, have to be disposed of.

"Boss, I'm a student..."

"Hey hey hey—"

With a sinister grin and his finger outstretched, he interrupted the male student's spellcasting. The boss's expression seemed to imply that the next words out of his mouth would be— "Lin Bei sells seafood, are you telling me you're a student?!"

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Then, the boy took out a ten-yuan bill.

Looking at the money, looking at the shrimp, the boss sighed: "The packaging fee is more than ten yuan."

After finishing the explanation, he still took out the styrofoam box and ice pack, packing the just-caught, slightly over one-pound grouper into it.

Nevermind, I guess this kid really wants to eat, otherwise he wouldn't keep staring at the lobsters in the tank.

Anyway, it's going to be discarded anyway, so it's better to give it to him cheaply.

But he was really lucky, this lobster must have just died, now frozen it's completely indistinguishable from a live one in terms of texture. He got 288 grams of giant lobster for just ten dollars!

“Thank you.”

The man reached out and took the plastic bag. He looked at the round-bellied, bearded man who was about thirty-five years old, and after a moment of thought, said, "Boss, you're so kind. I wish you a long life of eighty-seven years."

"...why is it eighty-seven..."

You really know how to talk, kid. One blessing sounds like a prophecy.

"Because at eighty-seven, one is already quite old."

With a chilled pollock in hand, Chen Yuan walked out of the seafood store.

Then, I saw more and more red numbers.

A child carrying a candied fruit skewer ran past, the number 21224 hanging on his head, probably from 1958.

The silver-haired kindly grandmother who called out to him to slow down from behind, her number was 2934, probably around eight years old.

A loving couple walked towards me, holding hands. The woman is 24321 and the man is 242.

As their eyes were about to meet, Chen Yuan lowered his head and walked past him.

He could see other people's death countdown.

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This ability appeared at 6:30 am on Monday morning. After he got up and went out, he unexpectedly found that some red Arabic numerals appeared above his eyes, as if they were engraved on his retina, very clear.

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At first, Chen Yuan thought it was an eye trick, but after rubbing his eyes repeatedly, he realized it was real.

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Just like those cunning Trisolarans projecting themselves onto an image, no matter how they try, they can't escape.

Not only humans, but also cats, dogs, reptiles, animals, including plants, as long as things with life characteristics, will have a string of numbers hanging on their heads.

After discovering that the number was inversely proportional to age, he also vaguely guessed the meaning hidden behind the number.

However, confirmation of this came from a heart-stopping accident.

A teddy bear with 0.00001 hanging on its head was crushed by a truck's wheel the next second, becoming a teddy meat patty.

One day is 86,400 seconds, 0.00001 day is 0.864 seconds.

This ability's trouble is that it doesn't convert, only displaying time in 'days'.

Although it's not a big deal, Chen Yuan was forced by his mother to learn abacus when he was in elementary school. This thing, although completely useless for learning and even has a strong destructive nature on the structure of mathematical thinking logic, is very convenient if you need to convert days into years.

I can only say that a shot fired randomly in my youth, after many years, hit the Boston lobster right between the eyes.

Of course, this cool ability isn't always effective.

Such as right now.

Standing at the Jinling Road intersection in Xiahai City, Chen Yuan felt as if the world around him was spiritually polluted, sickeningly so.

Like a forest of steel, skyscrapers stand side by side, seemingly dividing the bustling crowds and students of Xiahai City at this busy intersection.

According to statistics, more than 2,000 people pass through here every minute.

That is to say, as soon as the traffic light exceeds one minute, over two thousand people's heads will sprout distorted numbers, densely piled together. Accompanying the movement of the crowd, they resemble blood-red worms dancing in a spectacular way. Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!

Breathe, breathe.

Close your eyes and meditate for a while.

Chen Yuan wasn't very comfortable with this ability, especially in public.

But he felt that if this superpower continued to accompany him, he would be more or less calmer than he is now.

Or perhaps a different word would be more fitting—numb.

He discovered this ability yesterday morning, and when it was confirmed to be a countdown to death, he even tried to help those unfortunate souls who died young.

But think about it, if someone suddenly came up to you and said, "Friend, I think you need to get checked out. You don't look good," eight out of ten people would feel like there was something off about them. They'd probably think they were either from a medical institution or trying to sell something.

The remaining 20% is——are you sick?

Although Chen Yuan hasn't encountered eight people who want to sell him goods yet, he has already been annoyed and scolded by two people.

He should have realized it a long time ago. If he had regular checkups, wouldn't those doctors have found out that he was terminally ill?

In the early and middle stages of terminal illness, there will definitely be a reaction. He can bear it and not look. As for you, a stranger, he naturally feels malice towards you.

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Alright, let's drop the savior complex and respect other people's fates.

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Chen Yuan would absolutely never make a move unless it was someone who died every few seconds.

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But so far, only that poor Teddy died in front of him. He hasn't seen anyone with a lifespan below 0.1.

The red light in front of me turned green.

Blending in with the crowd is like being submerged in a sea of red digits.

After getting on the subway, Chen Yuan put on his Bluetooth headphones and closed his eyes to rest. In the past, he would always proactively give up his seat to the elderly, weak, sick, or disabled. But now, death was meaningless to him, so there was no need for that.

And what's even more heartbreaking is that he saw several times that the elderly men with graying hair lived longer than the younger people.

Today's wage slaves are characterized by living a tiring life and dying young, with a short but intense lifespan.

After taking the subway from Jincheng Road Station for twelve stops, half an hour later, he reached Yangguang Community Station and Chen Yuan got off here.

This area is in the old city, but it's different from a renovated slum. Although the buildings are old, the roads are clean and tidy, public facilities are complete, and the environment is very good value for money. The only downside is that there isn't much nightlife.

Chen Yuan lived in an old building, unit 502, three hundred meters away from the subway entrance.

He wasn't from Xiahai City. He originally went to school in a county town called Hexiang nearby. After the middle school entrance exam, his mother used her connections to find his uncle who worked at the Education Bureau of a district under Xiahai. His uncle helped him get into Xiahai No. 11 Middle School, a provincial key high school.

However, because it's through connections, I can only go by reading.

Even apartments near 11th, even studios, start at 2,000. He had no choice but to find a small studio for 700 yuan in Sunshine Community.

His parents were working-class, unable to tutor him. So he successfully lived the life of a male protagonist in a novel: no sisters, owning a house, and his parents being busy with their work.

>At least it doesn't look like the kind of story that would be published as a web novel, otherwise parents might have to suffer too.

It's 7 pm now, time to go home and cook dinner. The pot is already boiling, the air conditioner is set at 26 degrees, a cold beer in hand, and then watch another episode of The Great Ruler.

Thinking of this, Chen Yuan's steps upstairs quickened, and he climbed to the fifth floor in less than half a minute.

Just as he was about to take out his key and open the door, a high school girl who also seemed to be renting from across the hall was just inserting her key into the lock.

Two people, confusedly turned their heads and looked at each other.

And above the other party's head, Chen Yuan saw for the first time a number closest to that Teddy Biscuit.

0.05

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