(MTL)I made a fortune picking up trash

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

    "Ding, find the target, Ding, the target is dead, restore the organism, drip--" In the

    dark night, it was raining heavily, in the garbage dump of Nanshi Villa District, in a trash can, rustling ground There was a strange sound, but it was dark and rainy, and no one noticed.

    Ye Qian only felt pain all over her body. She vaguely remembered that a big truck was speeding towards her. After a burst of severe pain, she lost consciousness.

    Consciousness gradually returned, and she felt the cold raindrops falling on her face fiercely. At the same time, a sour stench that made her vomit came out. She slowly opened her eyes, and what entered her eyes was the blackness like ink. It seems to be imprisoned in a circular space, there is no obstruction above, and the rain washes down.

    Is she dead? Is this hell? Soon, this idea was denied by her, and the pain in her body and the continuous rushing rain told her that she was still alive.

    But where is this place? Was it thrown away?

    She moved her body slowly, but fortunately, it was only sore, and there was no other trauma, but she clearly remembered that the truck slammed into it, and even if she could avoid it, it was impossible not to be injured.

    The stench that could not be ignored crept into her nose again, and she planned to leave this bad environment first.

    A quarter of an hour later, Ye Qian moved out of the circular space with difficulty. With the faint light coming from a distance, she realized that she was actually in a garbage dump, and the unbearable stench was coming from the garbage heap of.

    Was it really hit by a big truck and thrown here? The rain was getting heavier and heavier, making her body uncomfortable. Ye Qian didn't think much about it. She ran towards the light in the dark. There was a small house not far away, and she hid under the eaves.

    Suddenly, she felt something was wrong, and it was chilly under her body. Looking down, it was not the long skirt she was wearing when she went out today, but a dark red and black plaid skirt.

    What catches the eye is the transparent white skin like jade, and the calf without a trace of fat—

    no, this is not her leg, she has practiced taekwondo since she was a child, and her legs don’t say muscle knots, at least she is stronger than other girls. Shuo, how could it not be so smooth and thin as if it were... not his own legs?

    Suddenly, Ye Qian only felt a tingling pain in her head. At the same time, a mechanical and emotionless voice sounded in her mind: "Ding, congratulations to the host for successfully binding the 233 garbage pickup system. No. 001 will serve you wholeheartedly."

    Ye Qian She was stunned, and she looked up blankly. There was only the sound of wind and rain all around. The rain fell to the eaves with the wind, and there was nothing that could make a sound.     She clenched her fists

    subconsciously, even though her body was in pain, she still took a defensive posture, her eyes were firm, and she asked fiercely: "Who is it?

I can leave the system, I can't go out, I can only talk to you in your mind."

    Ye Qian was stunned, in her mind? Did this thing just say what system?

    In the cold and smelly garbage dump, Ye Qian knew her situation and inherited the memory of this body perfectly.