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Chapter 61 News of a Bad Day

After that, another three or four days passed.

When Russell came home from get off work and opened the door, he heard the sound of the TV in his home.

He quietly walked over with a little vigilance, and saw a figure that was already a little too familiar, lying on his sofa in a familiar manner.

Bad Day was holding an open bag of potato chips in his hand, next to a steaming Coke, and on the table was a freshly opened bag of prunes that he had only eaten two bites of.

Next to it was a TV that Russell rarely turned on once every half month. It was showing a variety show featuring the newly debuted idol group "Cola Flavored Gummies".

The only advantage is that he didn't step directly on Russell's sofa at home.

Although Haori did not take off his shoes, his feet were about a finger's width away from the sofa. He was stepping in the void, but his back sank deeply into the soft sofa.

"Oh, you're back."

He said it very naturally without looking back at the bad days.

"You talk like this is your home."

Russell sighed.

He walked to the single sofa next to him, sat down, took a sip of Coke.

"Just arrived?"

Based on the temperature of the cola, Russell judged that the time to get in on a bad day should be within ten minutes.

"uh-huh."

Bad Day is noncommittal.

He handed the potato chips to Russell: "Would you like some?"

"No need. I'm a potato pie person, I don't eat potato chips."

After Russell refused, he raised his eyebrows and realized something: "Have you started bringing your own snacks?"

"The main thing is that your refrigerator is full of desserts. Whether it's cake, pudding or cheese tart, it doesn't taste good with Coke."

Bad Ri added a piece of potato chips to his mouth and said vaguely: "It feels like those desserts are not so sweet with Coke. Sure enough, it would be better to go with Coke or something greasy like fried chicken and potato chips..."

Will I bring you potato wedges next time?”

"You already brought your own snacks, can't you bring another bottle of Coke?"

"don't want."

Bad Day immediately answered: "The free Coke at my friend's house is much better than the one I bought."

Russell squatted on the narrow single sofa, huddled up inside, and asked lazily: "I asked you to investigate before?"

"really."

Bad Ri nodded: "I also checked some other things..."

He suddenly turned over and sat up, looked at Russell with a subtle smile: "Barber, right? Godfather, right?"

"...Please don't mention that. It's a bit embarrassing for you to say that."

Russell sighed helplessly.

"I think it's pretty good. At least the task has been exceeded, right?"

Bad Ri shrugged, stuffed himself with Hua Mei, and took another sip of Coke: "And it just so happened that the deer-headed statue also mentioned it before. She said that your title in the Tower of Babel cannot use ultramarine.

"There are very few people who use this title. Except for your admirers and black fans, basically no one takes this name...so there is a certain risk of revealing your identity."

"so?"

"The code name for you in the Tower of Babel is Barber. I think this name is quite good... Hair is the thread of troubles. The barber is the person who eradicates troubles."

"Actually, what I mean is, someone who can approach the opponent with a sharp blade without being alerted..."

"Is that the barber?"

Bad Ri was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and couldn't help complaining: "That must be the barber."

"In a sense, barber sounds nicer and more elegant. Barber sounds like he will chop off people's heads."

"But as far as I know, it is indeed the case."

Bad Ri said with a smile: "That little Liuli, didn't you just chop off your head?

"During the hanging, didn't you also shoot the head off?"

"...Why do you seem to know everything?"

Russell frowned: "There are no cameras in Xiacheng District."

"ha."

When Bad Ri heard this, he couldn't help but laugh out loud.

He stretched out two fingers that had become greasy after just pinching potato chips, and pointed at his eyes: "Since I can cut people accurately through the wall, how can I not be able to see through the wall?"

"...What exactly is your psychic power? It can levitate, pass through walls, and see through walls. Are you selling hangings?"

"I won't tell you the name. You just need to know that it has something to do with distance."

Bad Ri said, handing over the dried prunes: "Would you like a sip? This is my family's secret. Drinking cola with prunes in your mouth will taste better."

Russell did not refuse.

Curiously, she took a sip of coke while holding Hua Mei in her mouth.

Then I almost choked on Hua Mei.

Seeing this, Bad Ri burst into laughter.

After laughing, under Russell's angry gaze, his expression turned serious for a moment: "Seriously, don't use your own code name directly, but use the code name of your incarnation... This is also to block the curse.

.”

There is no doubt about it.

What he is talking about now is exactly about Alice's murder incident.

"Have you locked onto that person?"

After hearing what he cared about, Russell became more energetic: "What do you mean...didn't you kill it?"

"Not only found it."

Bad Day said meaningfully: "And it's quite a smooth journey."

"You mean..."

Russell was thoughtful.

"A close confidant of Director Camarse. At least we can confirm that the incident is directly related to him."

"That's pretty good."

Hearing this, Russell smiled: "Kill two birds with one stone."

Does this mean that helping others means helping yourself?

At first, he just wanted to help his friends free themselves from the shackles of fate, but he didn't expect that there was also his own hatred...

"Since it has something to do with Director Camarse..."

Russell suddenly thought of something: "So, do we need to hold back then?"

"What are you thinking about? There is no room for mercy."

Bad Day sneered: "I told you in advance just to prevent this kind of situation. If you find out later, you may have wild thoughts and delay things.

"You're still too young, barber. I found out his identity, but I didn't kill the guy directly, just to avoid alerting the enemy.

"What about the specific plan to kill the elves?"

Russell asked curiously: "How will you prevent him from being reborn?"

"It can't be stopped. If the rebirth of the elves could be stopped, their rule would have been destroyed long ago on earth."

Bad Day couldn't help but laugh out loud: "Please be clear! What we really want to do is to make Kamalse unable to remember that it was us or you who killed him after he is reborn."

"What exactly?"

"I won't tell you the details yet. Our plan will be implemented at the end of the month. You remember to arrange a full day of free time then. Preparation will be during the day and execution will be at night... No matter what, it must be in place before eight o'clock in the evening."

"The end of this month? Does it include the last day from midnight to twenty-four o'clock?"

"That's right."

Bad Day nodded.

He looked out the window at the sunset, and his vision became profound.

"I'm a little bit excited too and can't wait."


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