End of the Sky (Multiverse's End)

Fengning City!

A prefecture-level city in Yuanhai Province, following the country's big-step development, is a medium-sized city with a relatively developed economy and a high per capita consumption level. Compared with the big cities at the provincial capital level, the difference between Fengning City is its population and area, and it started a few years later.

A thriving, thriving city.

The camera narrows down to a small three-story building. This is a slightly old apartment building, two streets away from the main road of the city, and next to the vegetable market. The only greenery is the ivy on the back wall.

Loving Home Condominium!

The first floor is rented out as stores, noodle restaurants, Malatang, and grain and oil dry seasoning, and the upper two floors are residential apartments. A straight corridor, with rooms on both sides in a door-to-door pattern, the total number of rooms on the two floors is about thirty.

"Bang bang bang!"

Russell knocked on the door of No. 213 with a blank expression. He is the landlord of this apartment. Today he came to discuss the renewal of the contract. If the tenant does not intend to continue to live, he will terminate the contract and put the room number on the Internet. .

After knocking for five minutes, Russell didn't want to stop at all. He knew there was someone inside, because the tenant was a female anchor who was active at night, and she was basically catching up on sleep during the day.

Sure enough, under Russell's insistence on knocking the door out of the hole without opening the door, there was finally movement in the house. A series of curses greeting relatives floated by, and the female anchor in suspender pajamas opened the door, and 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, you knocked on my door?" Seeing Russell, the hostess immediately wrapped her arms around his arms, and she became coquettish.

High in sugar!

"Hee hee, what a strong arm, I can't see that you are quite promising. In fact, you can come at night. I am not in the state during the day, and many postures cannot be unlocked."

Because of the suspender pajamas, the female anchor immediately revealed most of the indescribable balls after this movement, but Russell ignored it, pulled out his arms, 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 pierce the chest, and a pair of breasts that can be pierced by the chin. There are many people who call her a goddess during the live broadcast. It's not that there's something wrong with Russell's orientation, it's because the hostess' pair of tits... um, it will shine when you hit it with a flashlight!

Russell has seen the ID card of the female anchor, and knows that her double eyelids, oval face, and high nose are all fake. She originally had a square-shaped face with small eyes and a flat nose, and her beauty is due to the transformation of two thaumaturgies.

Russell said directly: "Beauty, your lease is due next month. Let me ask if you plan to extend the lease. If so, you can pay half a year's rent today."

"I hate it. Talking about money hurts feelings. Why don't we have an in-depth exchange, and if we are satisfied, how about giving me a discount on the rent?"

Accustomed to seeing internet hangers-on with stinky feet, she is very interested in someone like Russell who is not fake, and hooking up will make her feel more fulfilled about her beauty.

Russell put on a smiling face: "Sorry, you are not my type, the artificial one is too hard!"

"..."

The female anchor directly rolled her eyes, pulled the sling back on her shoulders, put her hands on her chest and leaned against the door: "To tell you the truth, your toilet is clogged at both ends for three days, I don't plan to stay any longer. I just moved away, and my godfather prepared a house for me."

"Okay, at the end of the month I will come to pick up the door key. Remember to ask someone to clean the room. You can also pay 100 yuan, and I will let the cleaning do it." Russell was business-like, and finally added in good faith: "Although the contract is here Deadline, but we still have opportunities to cooperate in the future, if you are abandoned by your godfather, you are welcome to come back and stay at any time."

"..."

This chat can get the silicone gas out,

The hostess took a deep breath, not wanting to have the same knowledge as Luo Su, who was so lonely: "Handsome landlord, when you get the keys at the end of the month, remember to come at night, don't disturb my beauty sleep during the day. And... in advance Send me a WeChat message, I don’t want to open the door for you during the live broadcast, it will cause unnecessary misunderstandings among my fans, you understand?”

"No problem, let's add a WeChat first, so we can get in touch easily!"

"Don't you have my WeChat?" The hostess looked confused: "We became friends when I first moved here."

Russell shook his head and said without any embarrassment: "I have deleted you, the last time you sent me a selfie in the middle of the night."

The female anchor's eyelids twitched, and she put her hands on her hips, suppressing her anger and said: "If you delete it, you don't need to add it, call me!"

"Deleted too!"

female anchor:"……"

After re-adding WeChat, the female anchor gave Russell's back a middle finger, and slammed the door shut with a bang. There is material for tonight's live broadcast. The innocent and reserved beautiful tenant was bullied by the bully landlord. She almost lost her life and wealth. She urgently needs a wave of dog licking rewards to comfort her hurt young heart.

...

Russell, male, twenty-five years old, single, no bad habits...

Being able to own a three-story apartment building in the urban area at a young age, although the apartment building is a little old, is still a considerable fortune, so it is definitely impossible to rely on hard work.

It was an afternoon more than half a year ago. Russell was still a small police officer. After get off work, his eyelids were twitching, and he bought a lottery ticket with a feeling. Then he received a call that his parents had a car accident...and left.

They walked cleanly, and the apartment building was their legacy to Russell.

The driver who caused the accident was a well-known entrepreneur in the city, and he had won the Excellent Entrepreneurship Award, so he could barely be regarded as a man of the hour. The reason was that I negotiated a business deal with a client at the wine table, and took the female secretary to drink and drink. Halfway through the car, my body shook, my eyes blurred, my hands and feet became weak, and I lost my grip on the steering wheel. The car caused this tragedy.

Russell's parents just disappeared, as did the entrepreneur and his female secretary. The accident was handled quickly. According to the investigation results, the entrepreneur was fully responsible. During the processing period, there was no plot of bullying. The family members of the entrepreneur took full responsibility and compensated a large sum of money. They just wanted to seal Russell's mouth and not tell the truth about the investigation to the outside world, so as to make the entrepreneur die with a bit of face.

Of course, the reason why the entrepreneur's family members are so straightforward may also have something to do with Russell wearing a police uniform.

Seeing the entrepreneur's father, a gray-haired old man, begging on his knees for his son's reputation, Russell could only choose to remain silent. People are gone, so what's the point of talking about anything else.

When cleaning his parents' room, Russell found a diary stored in a hidden compartment of the bookshelf, which contained garbled characters, words subtracted from newspapers, and some disordered Arabic numerals.

Ordinary people might only find it a bit strange, but Russell is a... a policeman, and he recognized at a glance that this is not a diary, but a code book.

This made Russell very puzzled. Father Luo Hantang was a middle-aged man with a Mediterranean + beer belly + picky feet. Apart from collecting rent, he played mahjong. Mother Fang Yanqing is an out-of-shape woman, and her daily life is similar, except collecting rent and playing mahjong. How can there be any secrets for these two ordinary people in the market, and they even wrote a code book to keep them hidden?

It took Russell three days to go through the first book from the left on each floor of the bookshelf, compare and compare the codebook word by word according to the Arabic numerals, and deciphered the codebook. He was dumbfounded by the conclusion that his parents were killers!

What the hell is it, with such a mysterious identity as a killer, what the hell is collecting rent and playing mahjong every day?

Master in the folk? Hiding in the city?

Even if you don't care about the killer's style and deliberately keep a low profile, you must at least have a decent outfit. However, Russell's parents don't even have a suit, leather shoes and sunglasses, and they don't even have hairspray.

Thinking of his father's beer belly that shook three times when he was patted, and his mother's bucket waist, Russell felt that they were very successful in concealment, and no one would associate them with killers. Especially for 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 in the middle.

This kind of greasy middle-aged man who keeps fighting with hair follicles every day, who says he is a killer, who will believe it!

Also, what kind of mentality did the killer's parents train their son to become a policeman?

Life is more nonsense than novels. When Russell deciphered the codebook, he discovered a lot of information that made his blood hurt. For example, more than half of the blind dates his mother Fang Yanqing arranged for him were people in the fucking industry. His ex-girlfriend who had no choice but to be transferred abroad due to work needs, and chose to break up peacefully, was also sad for a while.

"I hate killers!"

Russell covered his face with his hands, loving this family, and almost everyone except him was a killer.

After being depressed for a while, Russell resigned from the police force. He couldn't expose his parents, and he was ashamed to put on the 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.

Luo Su originally thought that the matter would end here, but he underestimated his desire to die. Out of curiosity about his parents and ex-girlfriend, he stole his father's chat account and spied on the killer group every day.

The account is available on the computer, the password Russell tried twice and it worked, the Chinese pinyin of Luo Mu Fang Yanqing, plus the Arabic numeral 520. According to Russell's understanding of his parents, when Luo's father set the password, he must have been passive.

The killer group is very lively, and they often turn their heads to 99+. Apart from using secret signs to chat about work, the rest of these people are bragging and farting. There are also various identities. Cartoonists, film critics, photographers, script editors, and people living on subsistence allowances are all occupations with a high degree of freedom.

The most exaggerated thing is that out of 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 indiscriminately bombarded by e-books, and publishing houses went bankrupt on a large scale. They collectively changed their careers and became online writers. commercial novel.

Russell doesn't think they're telling the truth about who they are, for obvious reasons, and if this group is serious, at some point eighty percent of all Internet writers are worth pondering. Especially for those habitual eunuchs, or writers who suddenly cut off and suddenly cheated, they basically checked and found out, and they didn't run away.

During the daily bragging of these guys, Russell gradually understands the real life of his parents and ex-girlfriend. He is not as tall as in the movie, and he is disgusted and disgusted with his identity as a killer.

It's a pity that when you enter this industry, you don't just want to get out of it by earning a ticket. They hate their identity, but they have no way to get out. Unless the group leader... that is, the leader who knows everyone's true identity dies, then let's accept fate in this life!

For example, Luo Hantang, Luo Su's father, was originally a veteran, poor and white, and was dragged into this pit by the old squad leader in order to raise money to marry Fang Yanqing, Luo's mother. When Russell was born, it was too late for him to stop. Even Luo Mu was brought into the pit by him. He was responsible for booking train tickets, collecting intelligence, drawing up assassination plans, and part-time finance.

Since then, Russell has been lurking in the group of killers to watch them brag. Not to mention, there are people from all corners of the country, and what they love most is bragging. Russell has learned a lot of unpopular knowledge in it.

...

The innermost room on the third floor of the apartment, where Luohantang and Fang Yanqing lived for the longest time, is also the place where Russell discovered the code book. There are many secrets in this room, and Russell has cleaned up all the ones that can be found. He is worried that there are still some secrets Hidden undiscovered, so have been living here.

Russell first looked at the mobile phone he had found from the gap in the bedside table, and it showed that there were no missed calls or messages, so he put it aside to charge it, turned on the computer, logged in to the account skillfully, and began to spy on the screen every day.

At this moment, a mechanized electronic synthesis sound sounded in the room. To be precise, the sound sounded in Russell's mind, and no one could hear it except him.

[Attention the host, the third mission world is about to start, and now the countdown is ten minutes, please be prepared! 】

The voice reminded him three times, but Russell didn't respond. He picked up the cigarette on the computer table and lit a cigarette, and sat quietly without moving. He doesn't smoke, but sometimes he would light a cigarette to relieve fatigue.

Russell, male, twenty-five years old, single, no bad habits...systematic!