The Heaven’s Jailer

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"At first, I thought about having an electronic office, and I would definitely be able to complete all the work of checking my identity in the morning, but now it seems that this is not the case at all!" Niutauma looked depressed.

The ghosts can't get in, and they can't do anything, they can only wait patiently against the table. One was inspected as soon as one was squeezed in, and less than twenty were inspected in half an hour.

"Looks like I have to work overtime again." The bull-headed horse-face sighed.

Before, they always thought that overtime work was caused by low inspection efficiency, but now they realized that congestion is the key. This is the so-called Muchong principle. If there are several links in one task, the overall operating efficiency depends on the link with the lowest efficiency. Now the link with the lowest efficiency is the newly arrived ghost coming from the passage of the ghost gate. walk out.

"Brother Niu, Brother Ma, let's go and direct the traffic." If things go on like this, by this time tomorrow, the passage may not even be open. Liu Lang walked around to the square from behind the table, then turned his head and said to the bull's head and horse's face.

"The aisle is so narrow, how can I direct it?" Before, they were stuck on the inspection link, so they didn't think about what to do if the aisle was blocked, because according to the original manual inspection móyàng, no matter whether the aisle is blocked or not, they Can't test it here. They're good at looking through registers, but not at directing traffic.

"Generally speaking, it is a one-way traffic within a limited time. Let everyone who goes out come back and wait in the square. Those who enter go first. After ten minutes, those who go over there wait at the door, and those who go out come out again. It is equivalent to an artificial traffic light." Liu Lang said referring to the traffic policeman's practice when there was a traffic jam in the mortal world.

"Traffic light, what the hell is that?" Ma Mian asked curiously.

"It's a signal to maintain traffic order. Stop at a red light, go at a green light, and wait at a yellow light." Liu Lang felt that sometimes communicating with bullheads and horses is like communicating with kindergarten children. You must talk about the most basic things. Only they can understand. After all, some mortal common sense has no concept in the world.

"Go on the red light, stop on the green light, and stop on the yellow light." Niutou muttered to himself. He didn't know whether it was his bad ears or it was too complicated. He didn't remember any of the three sentences correctly. Don't we have lights here?"

Liu Lang almost lost his temper, his comprehension ability was too poor.

He took a deep breath and tried his best to keep himself calm. Now that there is a traffic jam in the mortal world, road rage will appear. Liu Lang can't bring that bad habit to the underworld.

"Let's not talk about the lights anymore, Brother Niu, go and call back all the people who went out, and keep an eye on them.

Just let them stand in the square, Marco, you squeeze out later, watch from the side of the gate of hell, let them go for ten minutes, let all the people over there stop, and then the people on our side go out, Do you understand that this cycle has been going on? " Liu Lang arranged patiently.

"If you said that a long time ago, we already understood." The bull-headed horse-face said in unison. Then the two started immediately.

Niutou walked to the passage, pulled back all the people who were still squeezing outside, and waited in line on one side of the square. After there was no obstacle here, the people on the opposite side immediately walked out of the passage unimpeded, taking advantage of this By chance, Ma Mian squeezed outside the gate of ghosts. It was difficult for a group of people to squeeze out, but it was relatively easy for him alone.

The bull head and horse face was responsible for maintaining order, and Liu Lang ran behind the table to check his identity.

Niutou handed the ghost talisman to Liu Lang, and taught Liu Lang how to use it. Liu Lang used the tablet to check the identity of the ghost while collecting it into the ghost talisman.

Ten minutes later, no one came into the passage anymore. Obviously, it was blocked by the horse face guarding over there. The bull head quickly let it go, and blocked the flow of people ten minutes later.

This cycle continues, after an hour.

The peak period is finally over.

Although there will still be some people going in and out of the gate of hell here and there, there is no longer a need for one-way traffic like before.

On Liu Lang's side, he had already checked all the ghosts that should be checked.

"Huh, the ghost gate is not blocked today?" At this moment, Zhong Kui walked over from a distance.

"Judge Zhong? Are you going out?" Liu Lang asked with a smile. Although Zhong Kui looks fierce, judging from the contact process yesterday, Zhong Kui has a good temper.

"Yes, go out for a while. If I knew that the ghost gate is so smooth, I will have time to go in the afternoon." It is not only the bull-headed horse face and black and white impermanence who suffer from the congestion of the ghost gate. Passed by here. As the boss of the Evil Punishment Division, Zhong Kui's frequency of entering and exiting the land boundary is not comparable to that of Impermanence, but it is still very high.

Like Bai Qi, after death, the soul was not captured by black and white impermanence. There are actually many people in the mortal world. Some of them are evil and harm living beings.

"Brother Liu thought of a good way to solve the congestion, otherwise you wouldn't be able to get out tomorrow." Niutauma who had retreated back said to Zhong Kui.

"Oh? Tell me what is a good way?" Zhong Kui suddenly became interested.

Niutou Mamian immediately recounted what happened just now, and Zhong Kui nodded, "This is a good idea. In fact, some people have proposed a similar plan, but it is difficult to implement."

"How difficult is this?" Liu Lang asked emotionally.

"Well, there is a time-sharing release, and someone needs to be here to command. The underworld does not have a special traffic police system. The ghost gate is the entire land boundary, so who is sent to command is a big problem. If it is the people from the Temple of Yama, then the people from the other nine halls People may not necessarily obey the management. You are lucky. You didn’t encounter the thorns of the other nine halls just now, otherwise you would have to fight. But let the other nine halls command, as the hall of hell, which uses ghost gates most frequently, will not be convinced. So, this plan has been delayed forever." Zhong Kui said with an embarrassed smile.

"This is one monk carrying water to drink, two monks carrying water to drink, and three monks having no water to drink." Liu Lang couldn't help shaking his head.

"If there are too many people, you won't work, and if there are too many chickens, you won't be able to lay eggs. There are too many things like this in the land boundary. You have done good things, but others don't speak well of you. They even pick on your faults." The bull head and horse face also said indignantly, " Moreover, today this is brother Xiao Liu, you are here to help, if there are only two of us, the traffic will be directed, but free work cannot be done."

"It seems that Wang Dachui's analysis is good. The factional struggles in the territory are so fierce that no one cares about public things." Liu Lang was a little depressed. He thought he had just thought of a good solution to traffic congestion. Unexpectedly, it was just an empty joy.

"Is there a solution once and for all?" Liu Lang looked at the long passage, lost in thought. (To be continued.)