Fengning City!
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, and it started a few years later.
A prosperous and booming 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 and turned into a store, including a noodle shop, mala hotpot, and grain and oil dry mix. The two floors above are accommodation apartments. There is a straight corridor with rooms on both sides in a door-to-door layout. The total number of rooms on the two floors is about thirty.
"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. .
After knocking for five minutes, Russell showed 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, after Russell's insistence on knocking the hole out of the door without opening it, there was finally movement in the house. A series of curses greeting relatives passed by, and the female anchor wearing suspender pajamas opened the door. It took another ten seconds to adjust the focus of her sleepy eyes.
"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 sobbing.
High sugar content!
"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.
Russell did this not because the female anchor is too ugly. She has a standard Internet celebrity face, a chin that can poke her breasts, and a pair of breasts that can be poked by her chin. Many people call her a goddess during the live broadcast. It's not that there's something wrong with Russell's orientation, it's because the female anchor's breasts...well, they will shine when you hit them with a flashlight!
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 a Chinese character face with small eyes and a flat nose, and her beauty was due to the transformation of two magic arts.
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 gave me a wink. It wasn't because she didn't have 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 someone 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, your 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 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 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 suppressed her anger and said: "If you delete it, you don't need to add it again. Call me and let me know!"
"Deleted it too!"
female anchor:"……"
After adding WeChat again, the female anchor pointed her middle finger at Russell's back and slammed the door shut. Tonight's live broadcast has material. The innocent and reserved beautiful tenant was bullied by the bully landlord and almost lost both her life and property. She is in urgent need of a wave of dog-licking rewards to comfort her traumatized young heart.
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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 fortune, so it is definitely impossible to do it 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. He had also won the Outstanding Entrepreneurship Award and was barely considered a man of the hour. The cause was that I negotiated a business deal with a client at the wine table and drove with my female secretary to drink and drive. Halfway through, I was shaken, my eyes were blurred, my hands and feet were weak, and I lost my grip on the steering wheel. I drove in the opposite direction and hit Russell's parents' car. The car caused this tragedy.
Russell's parents were gone, as were the entrepreneur and his female secretary. The accident was handled quickly, and according to the investigation results, the entrepreneur took full responsibility. There was no bullying during the handling process. The entrepreneur's family took full responsibility and paid a large sum of money in compensation. They just wanted to silence Russell and prevent him from telling the truth about the investigation to the outside world, so that the entrepreneur could die with 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 are no people left, so what's the point of talking about 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... policeman, and he can recognize at a glance that this is not a diary, but a code book.
This made Russell extremely confused. His father, Luo Hantang, was a middle-aged Mediterranean man with a beer belly and a foot-picking man. In addition to collecting rent, he also played mahjong. Her mother, Fang Yanqing, is an out-of-shape woman, and her daily life is pretty much the same. In addition to collecting rent, she plays mahjong. How could such two ordinary people have any secrets and write a special code book to hide it?
Russell spent three days deciphering the codebook through 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 the hell is collecting rent and playing mahjong on a daily basis?
Are the experts among the people? Hiding in the city?
Even if they don't care about the killer's toughness 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 does when he wakes up every day is to carefully comb his Mediterranean hair, 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 says he is 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 ache. For example, more than half of the blind dates his mother Fang Yanqing arranged for him were industry insiders. The same goes for his ex-girlfriend who had no choice but to be transferred abroad due to work needs and chose to break up peacefully. He was sad about this for a while.
"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 it twice. It is 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 heads to 99+. In addition to using secret codes to talk about work, these people are just bragging and spanking. There are also many different identities, including cartoonists, film critics, photographers, script editors, and people living on subsistence allowances. They are all professions with a high degree of freedom.
The most exaggerated thing is that six of the ten killers 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 none of them are telling the truth about their respective identities, for obvious reasons. If these people are serious, then at some point 80% of Internet writers are worth pondering. Especially those writers who are habitual eunuchs, or writers who suddenly stop updating and then suddenly cheat, they can basically check it accurately and not 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 tall 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 make a profit. 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, then just accept your fate for the rest of your life!
For example, Russell's father, Luo Hantang, was originally a retired soldier 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's mother was dragged into the trap by him. She was responsible for booking train tickets, collecting intelligence, formulating assassination plans, and also worked part-time as a finance official.
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.
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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. Hidden and not discovered, so I have been living here.
Russell first looked at the phone he found from the gap in 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 now enters a ten-minute countdown, please be prepared! 】
The voice prompted back and forth three times, but Russell didn't respond. He picked up the cigarette on the computer desk and lit a cigarette, sitting quietly without moving. He didn't smoke, but sometimes he would light a cigarette to relieve his fatigue.
Russell, male, twenty-five years old, single, no bad habits...systematic!
