“Crack…”
The man’s head was knocked askew, his eyes tightly closed as he passed out on the spot.
Only then did Bai Bai pick up the long-bladed knife.
The tip of the blade was squared off at a right angle; it would probably be quite handy for cutting melons.
She put it into her spatial storage with satisfaction.
She had just been lacking a weapon.
As for that man, Bai Bai wanted to leave, but she was afraid he would wake up shortly after and follow her to seek revenge.
“Robbery is a felony. For the peace and stability of society, you might as well just die.”
Bai Bai first checked the road ahead and behind; there was no third person. She immediately expanded the trench she had just dug and pushed the man down into it bit by bit.
Even because the digging was uneven, the man naturally shifted from lying flat to lying on his side.
There was no need to bury him; as long as the accumulated rainwater exceeded his mouth and nose, it would be enough for him to drown and asphyxiate.
Digging trenches and pits was, in Bai Bai’s view, simply continuously moving dirt at the exact same location. Yesterday, to have a good lunch in the alien vegetation thicket, she had continuously moved dirt to pave a road, forcefully carving out a walkable path.
The proficiency she had just practiced came in handy today.
Pretty good; her practice hadn’t been in vain.
The rainwater accumulated in the pit quickly reached the expected height, and the unconscious man began to struggle and twitch, on the verge of waking up.
Bai Bai once again channeled her strength into her feet, preparing to give him one more blow.
Instead, she saw the other person twitch violently and then go completely still.
She was too lazy to lower her head to look, using her projected spiritual power as her own eyes.
Only then did she clearly see that the rainwater had accumulated too quickly, and the man had drowned before he could choke and wake up.
“Did drowning happen this fast?”
Witnessing the passing of a human life with her own eyes, Bai Bai felt utterly unmoved inside, turning instead to utter an impatient “tsk.”
“What a pity. To think he was also a spatial awakened user; I didn’t get to copy his space just now.”
The moment her voice trailed off, she saw spatial distortion-like ripples occur in the curtain of rain before her.
Bai Bai cautiously stepped back.
The next second, a pile of items tumbled out onto the ground with a clatter.
There were goods packed in neat boxes, as well as all sorts of miscellaneous personal items.
“Holy cow! People dropping spaces when they die?!”
Without time for deep contemplation, Bai Bai swiftly gathered everything scattered across the ground into her own spatial storage.
Regardless of whether it was dirty or stinky, once it was in her hands, it was hers.
Among these, she found a wallet and a small pouch of source crystals.
After picking up everything, her spiritual power swept across the ground, leaving no leftovers behind. Bai Bai quickly left the scene.
She wouldn’t go to the alien market ahead anymore; she turned back and headed toward yesterday’s street district.
What was the name of that street district again?
Bai Bai remorsefully patted her head; this bad habit of not remembering names had to be changed.
“We’re dead, we’re dead! Spatial awakened users drop their spaces when they die?!”
“Isn’t this the fatal flaw of large-space users? Total lack of safety?”
“No wonder large-space users basically all have teams.”
“My cheat cannot be seen by others; I can’t join a team, or it will hinder my development.”
“Form a team…?”
“Teaming up isn’t foolproof either. Who knows if subordinates might take benefits from outsiders and sell me out?”
“Unless… raise loyal retainers!”
“A ready-made answer: copy state-owned enterprises, low wages with high benefits. I don’t have massive amounts of cash, but I can have massive amounts of supplies, which will most likely yield a loyal team.”
“But my own accumulation isn’t enough. Teaming up can’t be rushed; let’s put it aside for now. This isn’t the urgent matter right now.”
Thinking of this, Bai Bai’s anxious mood gradually calmed down, and she finally had the leisure to check the loot inside her spatial storage.
The loot was all soaking wet and stained with mud, looking filthy.
Bai Bai pretended not to see it and used spatial micro-control to open the wallet, counting the money as she walked.
The wallet contained both large and small bills, making it look quite thick. She smoothed and counted them bill by bill, finally calculating a total of 239 yuan.
Then she looked at the pouch of source crystals.
The pouch was an ordinary blue velvet bag, a common packaging item for decorations.
Earlier, she had only glanced at it hastily. Now, poured out onto the spatial floor, she could see it clearly: inside were 6 tier-2 source crystals and 2 tier-3 source crystals.
The tier-2 source crystals were the size of soybeans, while the tier-3 source crystals were the size of peanuts.
Thus, just by looking at their size, one could distinguish them with the naked eye.
“Aha! I’m rich! There are actually tier-3 source crystals! A whole pouch of grain could only trade for a single tier-3 crystal!”
Bai Bai laughed out loud with glee.
She had seen them in the alien market, which was why she knew the price, but she had never traded for one.
As a bottom-tier awakened user living in a tenement building, where would she get the capital to use tier-3 source crystals?
Was it because her mental power was strong, or because her space was large?
She had none of those.
Happily, Bai Bai put the source crystals back into the velvet pouch, including her own stockpile of 5 source crystals.
She had originally planned to get a small container specifically for storing source crystals, and now this small velvet pouch was just right to use.
As for the cash, she stored it in the wallet left behind by the original owner; the man’s wallet was dirty, old, and even had a hole in it, so she threw it directly out of her spatial storage into the muddy water.
The broken dagger she had looted yesterday was also thrown away together with it.
Continuing to sort through the items, she went through the personal sundries one by one. The tattered rags were all to be thrown away, but the living supplies included half a box of cigarette tobacco, a dozen rolling papers, a manual cigarette rolling machine, and a pack plus two boxes of matches.
Bai Bai took out the tobacco and sniffed it, making her sneeze three times in a row.
The scent was quite potent.
Tobacco and alcohol were hard currency, and alcohol was more expensive. Since she had no alcohol, having tobacco wasn’t bad either.
Her gaze finally landed on those three fully intact boxes. Their exteriors were neat and flat. Upon opening all of them, Bai Bai couldn’t help but whistle.
“I’m rich!”
“Big cargo!”
One box was filled with walkie-talkies and spare batteries—a full box of them.
One box contained portable installable solar panels.
One box held an energy storage battery; in reality, it was just this single unit, about the size of an outdoor power station.
They all came in their original packaging and looked like regular products.
No wonder it made Bai Bai this excited.
These were all things she could actually use.
On the box of solar panels, operation instructions were printed on one side: as long as there was enough space, the whole box of small panels could be quickly pieced together into a single large unit to enhance power generation efficiency.
Given current productivity, not a single one of these three boxes was cheap; easily worth tens of thousands. They were probably supplies pre-ordered by some adventure team. As long as they were successfully delivered, the shipping fee alone would earn at least eight hundred or a thousand.
Yet that man had thrown away his life in vain just to rob a raincoat.
Serves him right.
Bai Bai looked at the three boxes in her space, casting glance after glance, before finally pushing the solar panels and the energy storage battery into a corner of the space.
These two were temporarily of no use.
In the tenement building where she lived, could she possibly take out solar panels?
Were those things she could afford to use?
Even if she later rented a small single room with an independent toilet, these two large items wouldn’t fit.
Only a proper suite with a kitchen and bathroom would deserve them.
The walkie-talkies and spare batteries were pretty good, though, but they also needed to be hidden for a while; they belonged to supplies that might possibly be used in the near future.
As for how far off this “near future” was?
After moving house, probably.
No matter what price range of a house she moved into, if she had the capability to move, then using a walkie-talkie would be quite normal, right?
After reorganizing her spatial storage and gathering the junk to be thrown away into a pile, Bai Bai used her earth-type ability on the spot to dig a pit, tossed the trash in, and patted her butt as she walked away.
The muddy water would destroy all traces.
No wonder villains in crime dramas always liked to do things on rainy days.