Ever since he completed the mission to assassinate Zhang Cengran, Ren Xiaosu did not leave his yard for two consecutive days. He even planted five Potato Shooters in his yard to prevent anyone from sneaking up on him.
But to Ren Xiaosu's surprise, it was as though nothing had happened after he caught the paper crane. The other party still transferred money to his anonymous account, and the other missions were still being issued in an orderly manner. There were no changes at all.
Ren Xiaosu suddenly felt his heart ache for the five gratitude tokens. He even wanted to set up a stall in town to sell potatoes.
To be honest, Ren Xiaosu could definitely live a good life wherever he went. He did not need to do much farming either. He could plant a few Potato Shooters in his yard to guard against thieves and sell potatoes every day. He did not have to worry about food and drink.
It was also because of the existence of the Potato Shooters that he could sleep peacefully every day. Even though the Potato Shooters were weak, even a supernatural being could grimace in pain if they were not careful. Needless to say, a normal person would at least suffer a fracture.
Ren Xiaosu unfolded the second paper crane in the yard. However, he was a little disappointed that there was nothing written on it.
This supernatural being who controlled the paper cranes probably did not care about losing one or two of them.
As he unfolded the paper cranes, he paid attention to how they were folded. After all, he wanted to see if the paper cranes would come back to life when they were folded again.
When he felt he understood it, he encountered a common problem faced by craftsmen.
Eyes: Alright, I understand.
Brain: No, you don't.
Ren Xiaosu ran into the tavern. The storyteller was sitting calmly in a chair and telling the diners about Qing Zhen's encirclement and suppression of the Experimentals. He did not know where this news came from, but it was said that the Kyung Clan had driven the Experimentals out of the stronghold in the south. The residents of the Li Consortium's stronghold all said that Qing Zhen was a good person and seemed to have forgotten that Qing Zhen was the biggest winner of this war in the Southwest.
However, the Experimentals were still a hidden danger. After they hid in the mountains, no one knew where they had gone.
Miss Xiaolu sat where Ren Xiaosu usually sat. When she saw Ren Xiaosu, she waved happily and said, "Why haven't you been here for two days?"
"I'm sleeping in at home," Ren Xiaosu explained with a smile.
"Oh." Xiaolu didn't ask any further. There was even a new red string tied into the braid behind her head. "Grandpa was telling me a new story today. There are also quite a few refugees in the Southwest, but those refugees are much more miserable than the Soong Clan refugees. The path they took to escape wasn't easy, and many of them died in the mouths of wild beasts in the mountains. It's said that some of them even encountered the Experimentals, and only a very small number of them survived."
When Ren Xiaosu heard the name of the Experimentals that he had not heard in a long time, he recalled the threat that the Experimentals had given him back in the Jing Mountains. He felt that Qing Zhen had at least done the right thing in this matter.
Regardless of the outcome of the war, they had to deal with these unreasonable creatures first.
At this moment, Ren Xiaosu asked, "Xiaolu, do you know how to fold paper cranes?"
Xiaolu blushed. "How can I take the initiative to ask a girl for a paper crane? How shameless."
With that, Xiaolu swung her braid and ran towards the backyard of the tavern.
Ren Xiaosu was speechless.
When the storyteller next to them heard their conversation, he couldn't help but get angry. How could they even try to seduce his granddaughter in front of him?!
Ren Xiaosu felt helpless for a long time. To be honest, he really wanted to learn how to fold paper cranes. Didn't they say that all girls knew how to do it?
Thinking of this, he felt that the supernatural being who controlled the paper cranes was quite girly.
However, Ren Xiaosu felt that he had to go out and lie low for the time being. After seizing so many cell phones, no matter how stupid the other party was, they would probably guess that something might have happened to the D-rank hitmen at Stronghold 61.
Moreover, he had captured two of their paper cranes in a row, so he had to go into hiding. Otherwise, if they came knocking on his door and attacked him, how could he explain himself?
Ren Xiaosu bade farewell to the storyteller. When the old man heard that he was leaving, he was quite happy.
However, the next thing Ren Xiaosu said was that he would be back after a while. The old man immediately stopped smiling.
After all, Stronghold 61 was the first stronghold in the Northwest that was connected to the Central Plains.
Ren Xiaosu went home and changed into a set of clothes that he had never worn before. Then he walked straight out of town with his head down.
But when he was about to walk out of town, he suddenly saw a girl wearing a cap and a clean combat uniform walking towards him. Ren Xiaosu subconsciously wanted to call out Yang Xiaojin's name as he felt extremely excited.
But he immediately realized something was wrong. The other party was not a girl but a woman. Judging from her figure and appearance, she was a mature woman who was about seven or eight years older than Yang Xiaojin and looked to be in her late twenties.
Moreover, Yang Xiaojin usually wore sportswear and rarely wore the military's combat uniform. Although the color of the cap that Yang Xiaojin usually wore was not bright, it was not dull either. Meanwhile, the cap that this woman was wearing was simply black.
What puzzled Ren Xiaosu was that he felt a strange sense of familiarity from this woman. Perhaps it was because her temperament overlapped with Yang Xiaojin's.
But upon closer inspection, he realized there were some differences. This woman's temperament was far more rational and cold than Yang Xiaojin's.
It was as though she had experienced the vicissitudes of life after seeing the ugliness of the world.
Ren Xiaosu lowered his head and brushed past the woman. He quickly left Stronghold 61's town. He had a feeling that if he did not leave soon, he would be targeted.
After Ren Xiaosu left, the woman looked back at Ren Xiaosu's back in confusion. But she quickly turned around and continued on her way.
She arrived outside the shack where Zhang Cengran had died. At this moment, the corpse in the shack had been dragged out and buried under the orders of the manager.
The woman looked up at the utility pole where the paper cranes had rested and frowned. No one knew what she was thinking about.
She suddenly lowered her head and took out a cell phone that was identical to the one Ren Xiaosu had and sent a text message: "From now on, forward all the mission information for 1583850 directly to me."
"OK, Boss."
And this 1583850 was Ren Xiaosu's anonymous account number.
The woman walked towards the tavern that Ren Xiaosu frequented. Whether by coincidence or design, she happened to be sitting next to the window where Ren Xiaosu often sat.
Just as she entered the tavern, the storyteller sitting in the middle of the tavern suddenly said with a smile, "If you want to know what happens next, stay tuned for the next chapter."
After that, the storyteller called Xiaolu over. "Let's go home. I'm tired today."
The woman in the black cap also got up and left. She walked to the door of the storyteller's house with familiarity. The storyteller said to Xiaolu with a smile, "Good girl, go buy a bottle of soy sauce. There's no more soy sauce at home, right?"
Xiaolu did not say anything. She turned around and left.
The woman looked at the storyteller and asked, "Have there been any strange people in town recently?"
The storyteller smiled and shook his head. "No."
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