Fengning City!
The prefecture-level city of Yuanhai Province followed the rapid development of the country. It was a medium-sized city with a relatively developed economy and a relatively high per capita consumption level. Compared to the provincial capitals, Fengning City was lacking in terms of population and area. Furthermore, it started a few years later.
It was a thriving city that was in the midst of rapid development.
The camera zoomed in on a three-storey building. It was a slightly old apartment, two streets away from the city's main road. It was next to the food market, and the only greenery was the ivy on the back wall.
Ai Jia Apartment!
The first floor was rented out as a shop, a noodle restaurant, Mala Tang, and Dry Cooking. The upper two floors were apartments. There was a straight corridor, and the rooms on both sides were facing each other. The total number of rooms on both floors was about 30.
"Bang, bang, bang!"
Russell knocked on the door of room 213 expressionlessly. He was the landlord of this apartment. Today, he was here to discuss the renewal of the contract. If the tenant didn't want to continue staying, he would end the contract and post the room number online.
After knocking for five minutes, Russell didn't seem to have any intention of stopping. He knew there was someone inside because the tenant was a female streamer who was active at night. She basically slept during the day.
As expected, under Russell's insistence of knocking a hole in the door if he didn't want to open it, there was finally some movement in the room. A series of curses floated by. The female streamer in spaghetti-strapped pajamas opened the door. It took another ten seconds for her sleepy eyes to focus.
"Hey, isn't this the handsome landlord? What wind is blowing today? Why are you knocking on my door?" The female streamer saw Russell and immediately wrapped her hands around his arm.
High sugar content!
"Hehe, such a strong arm. I didn't know you were so busty."
Because of the spaghetti-strapped pajamas, the female streamer's movements were slow. However, Russell turned a blind eye to it. He withdrew his arm and took a step back, maintaining a certain distance.
Russell didn't do this because the female streamer was too ugly. She had the standard face of an internet celebrity, and many people called her a goddess during her live broadcasts. It was not that there was something wrong with Russell's sexual orientation.
Russell had seen the female streamer's ID card before, so he knew that her double eyelids, oval face, and high nose bridge were all fake. She originally had a square face with small eyes and a flat nose bridge. She was as beautiful as a flower because of the two magical transformations.
Russell said directly, "Beauty, your lease is up next month. I'm here to ask if you're going to extend the lease. If you are, you can pay the rent for half a year today."
"You're so annoying. Talking about money hurts our relationship. How about giving me a discount on the rent?" The female anchor winked at him. It was not that she had no money, but she liked the feeling of flirting with others.
She was used to seeing people who flattered her. She was very interested in people like Russell who did not pretend to be pretty. If she could hook up with him, she would feel more accomplished about her beauty.
Russell put on a smiling face and said, "I'm sorry, you're not my type."
"…"
The female anchor rolled her eyes and pulled the suspenders back to her shoulders. She crossed her arms in front of her chest and leaned against the door. "To tell you the truth, the toilet here is clogged every two or three days. I don't plan to continue living here. I'll move out at the end of the month. My godfather has prepared a house for me."
"Okay, I'll come to get the key at the end of the month. Remember to find someone to clean the room. You can also pay 100 yuan, and I'll ask the cleaner to clean it." Russell was businesslike and finally added a friendly sentence, "Although the contract ends here, we still have opportunities to cooperate in the future. If you're abandoned by my godfather, you're welcome to come back at any time."
"…"
The female anchor took two deep breaths. She did not want to lower herself to the level of Russell, a loser who was destined to be alone for life. "Mr. Landlord, remember to come at night when you get the key at the end of the month. Don't disturb my beauty sleep during the day. And … send me a WeChat message in advance. I don't want to open the door for you during the live broadcast. It will cause unnecessary misunderstanding among my fans. Do you understand? "
"No problem. Let's add each other on WeChat first. It's easier to keep in touch!"
"Don't you have my WeChat?" The female anchor looked confused. "When I first moved here, we added each other as friends."
Russell shook his head and said without the slightest embarrassment, "I've already deleted you. The last time you sent me a selfie in the middle of the night."
The female anchor's eyelids twitched. She put her hands on her hips and said while suppressing her anger, "Don't add me again if you've deleted me. Call me to inform me!"
"I've deleted you too!"
The female anchor was speechless.
After adding Russell on WeChat again, the female streamer pointed her middle finger at Russell's back and slammed the door shut. There was material for tonight's live broadcast. The pure and reserved beautiful tenant was bullied by the bully landlord. She almost lost both her money and her person. She urgently needed a wave of bootlickers to comfort her young and hurt heart.
…
Russell, male, 25 years old, single, no bad habits …
He was able to own a three-story apartment in the city at such a young age. Although the apartment was a little old, it was still a considerable amount of wealth. Therefore, it was definitely impossible to rely on hard work.
It was an afternoon more than half a year ago. Russell was still a small police officer at the time. After work, his eyelids twitched. He had a sudden inspiration and bought a lottery ticket. Then, he received a call. His parents had been in a car accident … and passed away.
They left without any hesitation. This apartment was their legacy to Russell.
The driver who caused the accident was a well-known entrepreneur in the city. He had even won an outstanding entrepreneurship award. He could barely be considered an influential person. The cause was that he had negotiated a business deal with a client. He had taken his female secretary for a drink. Halfway through, his body trembled, his eyes blurred, and his limbs weakened. He lost his grip on the steering wheel and drove in the opposite direction, crashing into the sedan of Russell's parents. This led to this tragedy.
Russell's parents were gone just like that. The entrepreneur and his female secretary were also gone. The accident was handled quickly. According to the investigation, the entrepreneur was fully responsible. During the process, there was no bullying. The entrepreneur's family took full responsibility and compensated a large sum of money. They only hoped that Russell's mouth would be sealed and that he wouldn't reveal the truth of the investigation so that the entrepreneur could die with some dignity.
Of course, the reason why the entrepreneur's family was so forthright might have something to do with the fact that Russell was wearing a police uniform.
Looking at the entrepreneur's father, an old man with white hair, kneeling and crying for the sake of his son's reputation, Russell could only choose to remain silent. He was gone. What was the point of saying anything else?
When he was cleaning up his parents' room, Russell found a diary hidden in a secret compartment of a bookshelf. It was filled with incoherent gibberish, words cut from the newspaper, and some disorderly Arabic numerals.
If it was an ordinary person, they might only find it a little strange, but Russell was a … police officer. He recognized at a glance that it was not a diary, but a codebook.
This made Russell very confused. His father, Luo Hantang, was a middle-aged man with a balding head and a beer belly. Other than collecting rent, he played mahjong. His mother, Fang Yanqing, was a woman who was out of shape. Other than collecting rent, she played mahjong. What secrets could these two ordinary people have? Why did they write a codebook and hide it?
Russell spent three days to decipher the codebook according to the Arabic numerals word by word through the first book on the left of each bookshelf. The conclusion he obtained stunned him. His parents were assassins!
What the hell? With the mysterious identity of assassins, why did they collect rent and play mahjong?
Were the masters hidden among the people? Were the masters hidden in the city?
Even if they didn't care about being an assassin and deliberately kept a low profile, they should at least have a decent outfit. However, Russell's parents didn't even have hair gel, let alone suits, leather shoes, and sunglasses.
Thinking of his father's beer belly that would shake three times with a pat, and his mother's bucket waist, Russell felt that they were very successful in hiding. No one would ever associate them with assassins. Especially his father, Luo Hantang. The first thing he did when he got up every day was to carefully comb his balding head, combing the hair on both sides as much as possible to the middle.
This greasy middle-aged man who fought with his hair follicles every day, who would believe that he was an assassin!
Also, what kind of mentality did the parents of assassins train their son to be a police officer?
Life was more ridiculous than novels. When Russell deciphered the codebook, he found a lot of information that made his balls hurt. For example, more than half of the blind dates that his mother, Fang Yanqing, arranged for him were f * cking professionals. His ex-girlfriend, who was transferred abroad because of work needs and chose to break up peacefully, was also one of them. He was sad for a period of time because of this.
"I hate assassins!"
Russell covered his face with his hands. He felt that in this family, other than him, everyone was an assassin.
After a period of depression, Russell resigned from the police force. He could not expose his parents, and he did not have the face to wear the police uniform again, so he moved to a three-story apartment and became a landlord. Recently, he even learned how to play mahjong.
Russell thought that things would end there, but he underestimated his own suicidal heart. Out of curiosity about his parents and ex-girlfriend, he hacked his father's chat account and peeked into the group of assassins every day.
The account was on the computer, and the password Russell succeeded after two tries. It was Luo Hanyu Pinyin, Fang Yanqing, and the Arabic number 520. Based on Russell's understanding of his parents, Luo Hanyu's father must have been passive when he set up the password.
The group of assassins was very lively, and there were often 99 + people. Other than using secret codes to chat about work, the rest of the time they did was to brag. Their identities were also varied. There were cartoonists, film critics, photographers, script editors, and even those on social security. They were all professions with a high degree of freedom.
The most ridiculous thing was, out of ten assassins, six were full-time web novelists.
Initially, these assassins worked as freelancers for publishing companies, but later, physical books were bombarded by e-books, and the publishing companies closed down. They collectively changed careers to become web novelists, and they were doing quite well. They were very good at writing conventional commercial novels.
Russell believed that they were not telling the truth about their identities, and the reason was obvious. If this group of people were serious, then eighty percent of web novelists were worth thinking about. This was especially so for those habitual eunuchs, or those who suddenly stopped updating, or suddenly came back to life.
Through the daily bragging, Russell gradually got to know the real life of his parents and ex-girlfriend. They were not as high class as they were in the movies, and they were disgusted and disgusted by his identity as an assassin.
Unfortunately, after entering this profession, one could not get out of it easily. They hated their identities, but they could not get out. Unless the group leader … the leader who knew everyone's real identity died, they would have to accept their fate for the rest of their lives!
For example, Russell's father, Luo Hantang, was originally a retired soldier. He was poor, and to raise money to marry Luo Hantang's mother, Fang Yanqing, he was dragged into this trap by his old squad leader. When Russell was born, it was too late for him to stop. Even Luo Hantang's mother was dragged into the trap by him. She was responsible for booking train tickets, gathering intelligence, coming up with assassination plans, and even managing the finances.
From then on, Russell lurked in the group of assassins to watch them brag. This group of people came from all over the world, and their favorite activity was bickering. Russell learned a lot of unpopular knowledge from them.
…
The innermost room on the third floor of the apartment was the place where Luo Hantang and Fang Yanqing had stayed the longest. It was also the place where Russell had found the codebook. There were many secrets in this room, and Russell had cleared out the ones that could be found. He was worried that there were still secrets that had not been discovered, so he stayed here.
Russell first looked at the mobile phone that he had found in the gap of the bedside table. It showed that there were no missed calls or messages, so he put it aside to charge. He turned on the computer, skillfully logged into the account, and began his daily peeping.
At this moment, a mechanical electronic voice sounded in the room. To be exact, the voice sounded in Russell's mind, and no one could hear it except him.
[Host, please note that the third mission world is about to begin. Now entering the ten-minute countdown, please be prepared!]
The voice reminded back and forth three times, but Russell did not respond. He picked up a cigarette on the computer table and lit it. He sat quietly and did not move. He did not smoke, but sometimes he would light a cigarette to relieve his tiredness.
Russell, male, twenty-five years old, single, no bad habits … There was a system!
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