Some people once said that if one of the five senses of a human was turned off, the other aspects would be slightly enhanced. The so-called five senses referred to color, sound, taste, and touch.
But the human body did not only have the five senses. There was also the legendary sixth sense, which was the soul.
Some people asked if humans really had souls. Could humans really exist in the form of a soul? Or did that soul even have the ability to influence reality?
Some people had tried this before. He had turned off his sense of taste, hearing, vision, and so on. After turning them off one by one, the enhanced five senses would be greatly enhanced. It was as though the five senses that had been crippled were all concentrated on one sense, the sense of touch.
Then, at the moment when his emotions were at their most intense, he ended his life. In other words, he ended his sense of touch.
Some people said that from that moment onward, he would exist in the form of a soul with a sixth sense. However, no one had ever verified this. Besides, no one had ever seen the soul of that ruthless person before.
Getting back to the current situation, some people's hearing would become especially good after they went blind. However, this was not a common occurrence. Instead, it was the blind people who generally had better memories than the normal people.
The storyteller was the kind of person who had excellent hearing and memory, so he could clearly hear what Xiaolu said to Ren Xiaosu.
But now, his granddaughter was actually whispering things to an outsider behind his back.
After finishing his meal, Ren Xiaosu slowly walked back home. He could be considered a familiar face in town, but most of the people's impression of him was that he was "rich."
In the past, not only did refugees come to him for help, but people from special professions would also come to him in the middle of the night and ask if he needed any services. However, he rejected all of them. Sometimes, he even chased them away without opening the door.
As for the haunting that Xiaolu mentioned … he had already guessed what was going on.
The door lock to his house was still intact. Ren Xiaosu opened the door with his key and walked straight into the backyard. He saw five people lying on the ground in the yard, and the ground was covered in crushed potatoes.
These five people were all normal people, so they had already been killed by the Potato Shooter.
However, Ren Xiaosu did not feel any psychological burden. He saw that there were quite a few bone knives scattered in the yard. If an ordinary person was in the yard, he would have been killed by these people.
Everyone in town knew that Ren Xiaosu was rich, so there would be thieves breaking into his house from time to time. In the past, Ren Xiaosu would always do it himself. Then he would store the thieves in his storage space and bury them in the wilderness.
But now, things were much simpler. The Potato Shooters could help him settle everything.
The so-called haunting was probably the sound of these people being attacked by the Potato Shooters after jumping into the backyard …
When Ren Xiaosu thought about it, he also felt that it must have been a particularly horrifying night.
At the newly established recruitment office in town, the wages were very high, and the job was to repair roads.
Fortress 178 had reached an agreement with the Wang Clan Consortium, and the roads in the Central Plains would soon be extended to the Northwest. There would be an expressway for cars, and there would be a railway that would lead to the former Soong Clan strongholds.
The railway could no longer be extended deeper into the hinterland of the Northwest. Due to the frozen soil, it was too difficult to build, and the maintenance costs were also too high.
But at this moment, Ren Xiaosu suddenly received another text message: "The target is the Pyro Company's Midnight squad in the residential building at 137 Lingbao Road in Stronghold 61. Suspected to have been ambushed by the Dusk squad. A-rank. Reward: 1 million yuan. Up to five people are accepted to work together, and all of them will be granted access to the safe house once.
Ren Xiaosu was stunned. This mission was extremely similar to the one at Stronghold 63. Moreover, the Anjing House had directly increased the mission's level and reward. Previously, it was only allowed to three people to work together, but now it was increased to five people.
Actually, it didn't matter whether they worked together or not. What it meant was that there were five sets of rewards for this mission!
It looked like the Anjing House was going to fight to the death with the Pyro Company. They had actually issued another mission targeting the Pyro Company so quickly. These two large organizations suddenly felt like they would not rest until one of them was dead.
Perhaps it was because of the previous ambush that the Anjing House was really angry. They were determined to get rid of the Pyro Company from the Wang Clan Consortium's territory.
But this time, Ren Xiaosu did not plan to get involved in this mess. He realized that no matter if he was just watching the show or not, every time he tried to stay out of it, trouble would always come looking for him.
He had caused too much of a commotion in Stronghold 63. It would be interesting if the Anjing House and the Pyro Company came looking for him together.
Moreover, the Anjing House had immediately issued a new mission to Stronghold 61. Perhaps they were trying to find him? Otherwise, how could there be such a coincidence?
Therefore, Ren Xiaosu decided to just stay at home and catch up on his sleep. In the evening, gunshots suddenly rang out from the stronghold. There was even the roar of artillery fire that woke Ren Xiaosu up.
However, he acted like nothing had happened and went to the tavern to have dinner. When he arrived at the tavern, the storyteller was taking a break and eating. There was nothing special about the meal, just a bowl of noodles.
Ren Xiaosu said with a smile, "Where's Xiaolu?"
The storyteller did not answer him. Instead, he asked, "Aren't you going to the stronghold to have a look?"
"Why would I want to go there? I don't want to get involved in that mess." Ren Xiaosu said to the waiter happily, "Give me a bowl of noodles with extra chili. I heard y 'all bought some freshly harvested watermelons. Cut one for me and Grandpa to eat some."
The storyteller "stared" at Ren Xiaosu with his cloudy eyes. "Haven't you gotten involved in a lot of messy situations?"
"That's because I'm forced to," Ren Xiaosu said with a smile.
At this moment, the storyteller suddenly asked, "Let me ask you a question. If a watermelon is divided into three pieces, each piece will be 0.333, right?"
Ren Xiaosu was stunned. "Yes."
"Then 0.333 times 3 equals 0.999. Let me ask you, where did the remaining 0.001 go?" the storyteller asked calmly.
Ren Xiaosu thought for a moment. "On the knife? Yes, on the knife! "
The storyteller paused for a moment. "You're really biased towards the liberal arts and sciences …."
Ren Xiaosu's expression suddenly turned serious. He was just joking earlier. He was not so ignorant that he did not even know that there was an infinite number after the decimal point.
But didn't the so-called bias towards the liberal arts and sciences come from the Northwest? And the storyteller was obviously referring to this.
Ren Xiaosu asked calmly, "Grandpa, do you know who I am?"
"People always say that only ferocious dragons cross the river. But how many ferocious dragons cross the river in this world?" The storyteller shoved all the remaining noodles in his bowl into his mouth. "I'm warning you, a dangerous person like you better not provoke my granddaughter!"
At this moment, Xiaolu suddenly came in from the backyard with a watermelon in her arms. "Grandpa, the waiter said that you wanted to eat watermelon? I've already cut it for you. "
The storyteller threw his chopsticks on the table. How could this watermelon be cut for him!?
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