Prefecture-level cities in Yuanhai Province follow the country's rapid development and are medium-sized cities with relatively developed economies and high per capita consumption levels. Compared with large cities at the provincial capital level, Fengning City differs in population and area, as well as
It just started a few years later.
A prosperous and developing city.
The camera zooms out to a three-story building, which is a slightly old apartment, two streets away from the city's main road and next to the vegetable market. The only greenery is the ivy on the back wall.
Love your apartment!
The first floor is rented out as a store, noodle shop, mala hotpot, and dried grain and oil blends. The upper two floors are accommodation apartments. There is a direct corridor, and the rooms on both sides are in a door-to-door layout. The total number of rooms on the two floors is about 30.
“Bang bang bang!”
Russell knocked on the door of No. 213 expressionlessly. He was the landlord of this apartment. He came to discuss the contract renewal issue today. If the tenant did not intend to continue living there, he would end the contract and list the room number online.
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After knocking for five minutes, Russell had no intention of stopping. He knew there was someone inside because the tenant was a nocturnal female anchor who basically spent her day catching up on sleep.
Sure enough, under Russell's insistence on knocking the door out without opening it, there was finally movement in the house. A series of curses greeting relatives passed by, and the female anchor in suspenders and pajamas opened the door. It took another ten seconds before she fell asleep.
His sleepy eyes adjusted their focus.
"Hey, isn't this the handsome landlord? What's the wind blowing today, and you actually knocked on my door?" When the female anchor saw Russell, she immediately wrapped her hands around his arm and started to fuss.
Very high in sugar!
"Hehe, you have such strong arms. I can't tell you that you are pretty good. In fact, you can come at night. I am not in good condition during the day, so many postures cannot be unlocked."
Because of the suspender pajamas, the female anchor immediately exposed most of her indescribable round balls after this action, but Russell turned a blind eye to this, pulled out his arm, and took a step back, keeping a certain distance.
What Russell did was not because the female anchor was too ugly. She had a standard Internet celebrity face, a chin that could poke her breasts, and a pair of breasts that could be poked by her chin. There were many people who called her goddess during the live broadcast. It was also not Russell's orientation.
There's a problem, but it's because the female anchor's breasts... well, they will shine when you shine a flashlight on them!
Russell had seen the female anchor's ID card and knew that her double eyelids, oval face, and high nose bridge were all fake. She originally had small eyes, a flat nose, and a Chinese character face. Her beauty was due to two magical transformations.
Russell said directly: "Beauty, your lease term is up next month. Let me ask you if you are ready to extend the lease term. If so, you can pay half a year's rent today."
"I hate it. Talking about money hurts feelings. How about we have an in-depth discussion and if we are satisfied, how about giving me a discount on the rent?" The female anchor winked at her. It wasn't because she had no money, but because she liked to tease people.
She is used to seeing Internet trolls showing off their stinky feet, so she is very interested in a person like Russell who is not fake. Hooking up with him will make her feel more accomplished with her beauty.
Russell put on a smiling face: "Sorry, you are not my type, the artificial ones are too hard!"
"..."
The female anchor rolled her eyes, pulled the sling back on her shoulders, folded her hands on her chest and leaned against the door: "To tell you the truth, the toilet here is clogged every day. I don't plan to stay here anymore. I will be there at the end of the month."
I moved away and my godfather prepared a house for me."
"Okay, I will come to get the door key at the end of the month. Remember to find someone to clean the room. You can also pay 100 yuan and I will ask the cleaning staff to clean it." Russell was business-like and finally added kindly: "Although the contract is about this
Deadline, but we still have opportunities to cooperate in the future. If you are abandoned by your godfather, you are always welcome to come back and stay."
"..."
This chat can make the silicone gas come out. The female anchor took two deep breaths, not wanting to be like Russell, who cares about orphans: "Handsome landlord, when you get the keys at the end of the month, remember to come at night and don't disturb me during the day.
Beauty sleep. And...send me a WeChat message in advance, I don’t want to open the door for you during the live broadcast, which will cause unnecessary misunderstandings among my fans, you understand?"
"No problem, let's add WeChat first for easy contact!"
"Don't you have my WeChat account?" The female anchor looked confused: "When I first moved here, we added friends."
Russell shook his head and said without showing any embarrassment: "I have 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 with suppressed anger: "If you delete it, you don't need to add it again. Call me and let me know!"
"Deleted it too!"
Female anchor: "..."
After re-adding WeChat, the female anchor pointed her middle finger at Russell's back and slammed the door shut. There is material for tonight's live broadcast. The innocent and reserved beautiful tenant was bullied by the bully landlord and almost lost both her life and property.
In urgent need of a wave of dog-licking rewards to comfort the wounded young heart.
…
Russell, male, 25 years old, single, no bad habits...
Being able to own a three-story apartment building in the city at such a young age. Although the apartment building is a bit old, it is still a considerable amount of wealth, so it is definitely impossible to do so through hard work.
It was an afternoon more than half a year ago. Russell was still a young police officer at the time. After get off work, his eyelids were twitching. He felt inspired and bought a lottery ticket. Then he received a call that his parents had been in a car accident and left.
They walked away neatly, and this apartment building was their legacy to Russell.
The driver who caused the accident was a well-known entrepreneur in the city, and had won the Outstanding Entrepreneurship Award. He was barely considered a man of the hour. The reason was that he negotiated a business deal with a client at the wine table, and took his female secretary to drink and drive, but he failed halfway.
His body was shaken, his eyes were blurred, and his hands and feet were weak. As a result, he lost control of the steering wheel and drove in the opposite direction and hit Russell's parents' car, causing this tragedy.
Russell's parents were gone, as were the entrepreneur and his female secretary. The accident was handled quickly. According to the investigation results, the entrepreneur took full responsibility. There was no bullying during the handling, and the entrepreneur's family took the initiative to shoulder the responsibility.
He took full responsibility and paid a large sum of money in compensation. All he wanted was to silence Russell and prevent him from telling the truth about the investigation to the outside world, so that the entrepreneur could die with some dignity.
Of course, the reason why the entrepreneur's family members are so happy may also be related to Russell wearing a police uniform.
Seeing the entrepreneur's father, an old man with gray hair, kneeling down and crying for his son's reputation, Russell could only choose to remain silent. There was no one left, so what was the point of saying anything else.
While cleaning out his parents' room, Russell discovered a diary hidden in a secret compartment of the bookshelf. It contained garbled words, words cut from newspapers, and some disordered Arabic numerals.
An ordinary person might just find it a little strange, but Russell is a police officer, so he recognized at a glance that this was not a diary, but a code book.
This made Russell extremely puzzled. His father, Luo Hantang, was a middle-aged Mediterranean man with a beer belly and foot-picking. In addition to collecting rent, he also played mahjong. His mother, Fang Yanqing, was an out-of-shape woman. Her daily life was similar. In addition to collecting rent, she also played mahjong.
.How can two ordinary people like this have any secrets and even write a special code book to hide it?
Russell spent three days deciphering the codebook by reading the first book from the left on each floor of the bookshelf and comparing it word by word with Arabic numerals. He was stunned by the conclusion he came to: his parents were killers!
What a mess. With such a mysterious identity as a killer, what is the point of collecting rent and playing mahjong on a daily basis?
The masters are among the people? The masters are hidden in the city?
Even if they don't care about the killer's personality and deliberately keep a low profile, they must at least wear a decent outfit. However, Russell's parents don't even have a suit, leather shoes and sunglasses, they don't even have hairspray.
Thinking about his father's beer belly that shook three times after being photographed, and his mother's bucket waist, Russell felt that they were very successful in concealing themselves, and no one would ever associate them with killers. Especially his father, Luo Hantang, the first thing he did when he got up every day
, that is, combing his Mediterranean hair carefully, combing the hair on both sides as far as possible into the middle.
Who would believe this greasy middle-aged man who fights with his hair follicles every day if he is said to be a killer?
Also, what is the mentality of the killer’s parents in training their son to become a police officer?
Life is more nonsense than fiction. When Russell was deciphering the code book, he discovered a lot of information that made him feel miserable. For example, more than half of the blind dates arranged by his mother Fang Yanqing for him were industry insiders. The one he had because of his work
He was needed but had no choice but to be transferred abroad, and the same was true for his ex-girlfriend who chose to break up peacefully. He was also sad about this for a period of time.
"I hate killers!"
Russell covered his face with his hands. In this family of emotions, almost everyone except him was a killer.
After being depressed for a period of time, Russell resigned from the police force. Unable to expose his parents and ashamed to wear a police uniform again, he simply transferred the ownership of a three-story apartment building and became a landlord. Recently, he also learned to play mahjong.
Russell thought the matter would end here, but he underestimated his desire to commit suicide. Out of curiosity about his parents and ex-girlfriend, he stole his father's chat account and peeked into the killer group every day.
The account number is on the computer, and the password Russell succeeded after trying twice was the Chinese pinyin of Luo's mother Fang Yanqing, plus the Arabic numeral 520. According to Russell's understanding of his parents, Luo's father must have been passive when setting the password.
The killer group is very lively, and they often turn around 99+. In addition to using code words to talk about work, these people are just bragging and spanking. Their identities are also diverse, including cartoonists, film critics, photographers, script editors, and some living on subsistence allowances.
, are all professions with a high degree of freedom.
The most exaggerated thing is that out of the ten killers, six are full-time Internet writers.
In the beginning, these killers all worked as freelance writers for publishing houses. Later, physical books were bombarded by e-books, and publishing houses closed down on a large scale. They collectively changed careers and became online writers. They all did well and were extremely good at routine flow.
business novels.
Russell believes that they have not told the truth about their respective identities. The reason is obvious. If these people are serious, then 80% of online writers are worth pondering at some point. Especially those who are habitual eunuchs, or who suddenly stop updating and then update again.
The writer who suddenly faked his body was basically checked and found out, and he didn't run away.
In the daily bragging of these guys, Russell gradually understood the real life of his parents and ex-girlfriend. He was not as high-minded as in the movie, and he was disgusted and disgusted with his identity as a killer.
It's a pity that when you join this industry, you can't get out just by trying to get a vote. They hate their identity, but they can't get out. Unless the group leader...that is, the leader who knows everyone's true identity is killed, they will have to accept their fate for the rest of their lives.
Bar!
For example, Russell's father, Luo Hantang, was originally a veteran who was impoverished. In order to raise money to marry Luo's mother, Fang Yanqing, he was dragged into this trap by the old squad leader. By the time Russell was born, it was too late for him to stop. Even Luo
His mother was also brought into the trap by him, and she was responsible for booking train tickets, collecting intelligence, formulating assassination plans, and working part-time as a financial accountant.
From then on, Russell lurked in the group of killers and watched them brag. Not to mention, this group of people came from all over the world, and their favorite thing was to argue. Russell learned a lot of unpopular knowledge in it.
…
The innermost room on the third floor of the apartment, where Luo Hantang and Fang Yanqing lived for the longest time, was also where Russell found the code book. There were many secrets in this room, and everything that could be found was cleared by Russell. He was worried that there were still some secrets
It was hidden and not discovered, so I have been living here.
Russell first looked at the phone he found from the crack of the bedside table. It showed that there were no missed calls or messages. Then he put it aside to charge, turned on the computer, logged in to the account skillfully, and began to peek at the screen every day.
At this moment, a mechanized electronic synthesized sound sounded in the room. To be precise, the sound 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, and the ten-minute countdown is now entering, please be prepared!]
The voice prompted back and forth three times, but Russell did not respond. He picked up the cigarette on the computer desk and lit a cigarette, sitting quietly without moving. He did not smoke, but sometimes he would light a cigarette to relieve fatigue.
Russell, male, 25 years old, single, no bad habits...systematic!