Mystery Makes Me Strong

Feng Zhou hurriedly left the southern villa area with his black handbag in his arms. He waited for a long time at a distant bus stop before boarding a bus.

Then he was on the bus, tossing back and forth, from morning to five in the afternoon.

In this world, public transportation in Dongzhou is basically free, and there are many subsidies for taking a certain number of times.

Even if the economy is bad now, this subsidy has not been cut off, because everyone knows who is mainly using public transportation.

It was after five o'clock that Feng Zhou got on the bus to go home.

He was stunned, with one hand reaching out to the handbag occasionally, as if feeling whether the contents inside were still there.

When there was a stop alert on the bus, he got up and got off with the crowd.

After getting off the car, he walked into a rather nice neighborhood and entered a certain building.

"Dad, are you back from get off work?" A middle-aged woman was greeting Feng Zhou in a warmly decorated three-bedroom and two-living room.

"Well, I'm back." Feng Zhou returned to one of the rooms and closed the door tightly.

In the living room outside the door, a middle-aged woman is on the phone.

"Husband, is the house rented out?"

"Someone wants to rent it, and they are negotiating the price." A slightly tired voice came from the opposite side.

"Yeah, we all lost our jobs, and only my father still has a job. It would be a waste to live in such a good house. Let's move to a smaller house."

"Well, thank you wife for understanding." The voice of the man on the other side was slightly relaxed.

But at this time, the man suddenly said: "Honey, I'll hang up the phone first, it seems to be a text message from the Urban Construction Office."

In the room, Feng Zhou, who knew nothing, was on the table, taking out the things in the handbag one by one.

Brand new jewelry boxes, clothes that have only been worn a few times...

Feng Zhou carefully picked out a few hairs from a piece of clothing with tweezers.

At this moment, the door was suddenly knocked hurriedly.

"What's the matter?" Feng Zhou shook his hands and immediately covered his chest nervously.

"Dad, someone called. Zishan and I have jobs again. The Urban Construction Office has arranged a job for me and him as a clerk! We don't need to move anymore!"

"Ah!" Feng Zhou shook his hand, and subconsciously took out his mobile phone from his handbag.

He wants to confirm whether the news is true, not like him, deceiving his family.

"Dear Mr. Feng, due to your hard work in the past, our company has decided to re-employ you as a consultant for XX... Please come to the company with this text message at 9:00 tomorrow."

His phone dropped to the floor.

A "pop" sound woke him up.

Instead of picking up his phone, he looked at the handbag on the table.

"What am I doing..."

He said so, then picked up his phone, and finally found an app called "Reporting Mysterious Events". In one of the columns, he wrote a paragraph:

"Someone commissioned the collection of remnants of a specific group of people..."

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Wen Rensheng was about to return to Blood Island after finishing his family affairs, when he received a message from the local inspection department.

"Someone is entrusting to collect the remnants of the villa area?"

Something immediately occurred to him.

Some guys are really zealous, and they don't always toss and feel uncomfortable.

Good thing he's moving soon.

Still, some lessons have to be taught to these people.

The first thing to do is to find out who these people are.

So he asked Shishi to unblock Ahandeb.

"Old Ai, are you still alive?" He asked bluntly.

"How do you know that I almost died recently?" The image of Ahandeb with only more than 300 heads and tentacles left echoed in Wen Rensheng's mind.

"Ah? When did you turn into this miserable state? Didn't you say that you merged with the source world and lived forever?" Wen Rensheng was taken aback.

He was really shocked, after all, since dealing with Ahandeb, the other party has always been calm, standing on the dry shore and watching a show.

Just like he went to the theater to watch disaster movies, earth destruction movies... No matter how terrible the situation in it, how miserable the people are, he also understands that none of them can affect himself in the real world.

But now, Aihandeb, who is calm and calm, has lost seven tenths of his body.

"Things are changing, and nothing is eternal." Ahandeb did not directly answer Wen Rensheng's question, but uttered an inexplicable nonsense.

"Oh, I see. Your source world is also full of strife. Someone has found your weakness. Your immortal body was almost destroyed." Wen Rensheng said suddenly.

"Well, you're not too stupid. Maybe I lived too leisurely before, and I was finally caught up by the latecomers. I met a guy who also pursued immortality, and it almost severed my fundamental connection with the source world. That's why I was seriously injured." Ahandeb sighed.

"Oh, this is really great news." Wen Rensheng said sincerely.

Fighters hate the guy who stands on the dry bank and looks at the scenery the most.

Ahandeb became furious: "Stop talking nonsense, what do you want from me?"

Wen Rensheng then asked the other party, do you know who is targeting him and his family?

"No one is targeting you in particular. They are targeting all the upper-class people in Dongzhou. They are a subsidiary organization of the Destiny Society. The head office is conducting a big operation in McCann, which requires a lot of funds and materials, so they are going to target you Rich people come to raise funds and supplies." Ahandeb replied happily.

This made Wen Rensheng understand that the other party's tragic situation just now should not be faked.

Ahandeb must be trying to get something from himself now, otherwise, how could he speak so happily?

When I asked it about something before, it always pushed back and forth.

"Very good, thank you, let's talk if we have something to do, I'll download first."

"Don't go so fast, we have something to talk about now." Sure enough, Ahandeb called Wen Rensheng to stop.

"What's the matter? With an existence like yours, I'm afraid I can't help you much."

"No, when a person is endangered, even an ant, if it is smart enough, may save the person's life." Ahandeb affirmed.

"Oh, I'm a smart ant again now, thank you for your compliment. Then I want to know, how can an ant save an endangered person?"

"It's very simple, you send me a message."

"To whom?"

"The green bamboo you saw last time."

Wen Rensheng suddenly understood that Ahandeb and that "green bamboo" did have some relationship.

Both like to observe human beings and derive pleasure from human activities, just like humans observe insects.

"Can't you find him yourself?" Wen Rensheng wondered.

"Of course I can find him, but he won't help me."

"Oh, I see. It's not true that you want me to spread the news. It's true that you want to use my peerless talents. You know that I got approval from Him last time." plan.

"That's it. Now that you've talked about this, what kind of exchange do you want to meet my request?" Ahandeb asked.

Wen Rensheng thought carefully.

Ahandeb is definitely not a good person, because it is a monster, but it is different from other monsters. Although it is very bad, it is a monster that is interested in human beings, and it belongs to the kind of disaster with relatively moderate contradictions.

"I think at some point in the future, you can make a shot for me. You should not refuse this condition."

"Okay, I promise you." Ahandeb really agreed.

Wen Rensheng didn't ask for too much, because he knew that too much was too much, and he didn't have the right to threaten it.

It's just that the other party has never regarded himself as a threat, so the two sides can have a more harmonious dialogue.

If he really wanted to take the opportunity to sign a slave contract, that would be courting death.

Afterwards, Wen Rensheng disconnected, and then sent the information he had just received back to the local inspection department, asking them to deal with the outlying organization of the Destiny Society.