The calls penetrated the mind like an eternal fog, reaching straight to the soul.
At the same time, the man lying on the sofa frowned.
He heard his name while he was half asleep.
In that dream, Anne's gentle whisper calling to her from the bedside was quickly ruined by the rough and thick male voice.
"Ha...ha...damn it." Eddie woke up instantly. Holding his forehead, he staggered into the bathroom, tripping over an empty beer bottle on the floor.
He stared at himself in the mirror. Half of his big face was unshaven and his hair was curled, like sleeping reptiles or the messy wall-crawlers near the Horn Company office building.
Of course, if that's all, there is no need for him to admire his ugly face, just like no homeless man would pay attention to the hygiene problems caused by open defecation.
But there is a need for him to do this, and there are situations where he can do this.
Because yesterday, to be precise, yesterday morning, he was still a glorious gold medal reporter for the Daily Bugle. He also received a high salary of 10,000 federal dollars per month, and there was also a beautiful and knowledgeable man with a stable job.
Girlfriend, and a nice house.
But it's like being a homeless person as a former sweeper, and still being a homeless person.
Now he has nothing.
Eddie closed his eyes tightly. He tried hard to get rid of the drunkenness in his mind, but when he recalled the disappointed expression on his girlfriend Anne's face, the confusion and emotion came to his mind again.
At this moment, the corners of his eyes would twitch unnaturally.
Did he do something wrong?
Secretly check the computer of his girlfriend Anne to find confidential documents about the Life Foundation’s experiments on human bodies.
Did he do something wrong?
What a fate! It’s comparable to the fate of a homeless man!
"Dong dong dong!"
"Here we come!" Eddie washed his face, walked to the door, and checked with a peephole, because the voice of the person outside the door made him a little confused.
"Eddie! Eddie! The first three months' rent!"
After Eddie discovered that the voice was indeed his landlord, that kind and kind aunt, he opened the iron door with a strange expression.
The landlord changed his usual restraint and walked into the living room carelessly, looking up and down. Eddie could only step aside and look at her with an embarrassed face, as if he was facing a supervisor who was scrutinizing everywhere.
"There's nothing damaged in the living room, but this floor... you need to clean it up before you leave." The landlord pointed at the beer bottles and various cardboard boxes all over the floor.
The cardboard boxes and some miscellaneous things were all left behind by Annie when she was packing her things. It happened yesterday afternoon.
"Leave?" Eddie waved his hands: "Landlord, why do you want me to leave? I have to say that our original agreement was for me to rent here for three years, and the rent was paid every six months."
The landlord nodded thoughtfully, then she raised her head slightly and turned her body sideways, making her eyes look quite playful at this time.
"So, the famous Eddie reporter, can you come up with half a year's rent?"
"You know, the houses here are among the best in Las Vegas, and the half-year rent costs 10,000 federal dollars."
Eddie's face turned purple: "I can give you three months' rent first, but I have to stay here for a few days before I find a suitable place to live."
As the landlord said, Eddie's income comes from the Bugle Company. Without his job as a reporter, he will lose his source of livelihood.
The income from his previous years of work was either spent on eating and drinking, or on buying jewelry and clothing for Annie. It can be said that his current savings are only enough to pay off three months of rent!