The Monster I Was Redeemed

After a few days of heavy rain, it finally turned into a light rain.

However, this tranquility is only an appearance. The weather forecast said that there will be a heavy rain that will last for several days in the near future, but at that time it has nothing to do with Ai Liang.

Ai Liang stepped off the bus in a black raincoat and came to the familiar Jinyang Avenue.

He found a public restroom nearby and turned his face into a recluse. He came here today to say goodbye to his old partner.

Ai Liang avoided the surveillance cameras and came to a waste recycling station.

The scavengers came out of the tin door in twos and threes looking lonely.

Two days after Xu Zhihai disappeared mysteriously, the group of old men and women went to the police station to make a fuss, asking them to find Xu Zhihai's whereabouts.

However, in the end, only the news of Xu Zhihai's death was obtained.

Going to the abandoned warehouse to scavenge waste and encountering illegal transactions and being silenced.

This is a unified statement given by the police in accordance with the above requirements.

When Xu Zhihai was still alive, he was very friendly to everyone here, and would lend a helping hand no matter what difficulties the other party encountered.

This group of scavengers really treat Xu Zhihai as his grandson, but unfortunately the real Xu Zhihai sold his body to the devil long ago, and what they get along with is just the reverberation of his consciousness.

It was getting late, and Ai Liang didn't come out from the nearby alley until the last scavenger also left the recycling station.

Ai Liang picked up a piece at random, and it wasn't just the iron parts on the machine that cut off the circuit of the recycle bin's camera.

In order to save power, the boss once connected the monitoring of the recycle bin to the public monitoring system, which means that the monitoring video may be left as a backup in the hard disk of the business department.

That's why Ai Liang went directly to destroy the monitoring.

Ai Liang stepped through the door of the recycle bin and came to Moustache's office.

The parties did not notice anything wrong outside, and sat in front of the computer carefully checking the bill.

"Mus."

Ai Liang stood at the door and shouted.

stab.

Loud noise from chairs and floor

Moustache, or the underground intelligence dealer Mu Si, his eyes flashed a little after hearing his name, and he quickly rushed to...under the desk.

"It's me, hermit." Ai Liang took off her hood to reveal her wild face.

"Brother, I was wrong, let me go, I didn't know that the police investigating the cause of death in the shack would find out our second-hand voice by the way!"

Moose crouched under the table and cried.

"Since I've come here, I naturally know your identity. Continuing to pretend will only waste your time and mine." Ai Liang approached step by step, standing two meters away from the desk.

"You can continue to act stupid and try to pry open the floor tiles to get the gun from the inside, but don't blame me for being ruthless when you point the gun at me."

The movement under the table suddenly ceased.

Moose slowly stuck out half of his head from behind the computer screen.

"Fuck, it's really you, how do you know my identity?" After Mu Si saw Ai Liang's face, his hanging heart suddenly let go.

He thought it was some guy in the black zone who discovered his real body and planned to disguise himself as a hermit and ended up with him.

As for why don't you suspect it's the police?

If the police have the clues, what will they say to you, just point the gun at your head and ask for cooperation.

Facing Moose's question, Ai Liang replied, "It's hard to find a second person who is as stingy as you in Nevada City."

It turns out that Moose's identity is actually the meeting at the breakfast shop a month ago.

If he hadn't discovered his identity, Ai Liang would have been too lazy to help him retrieve his phone and listen to the nonsense behind him and the owner of the steamed bun shop.

It's really shameful for an underground intelligence dealer to have his phone stolen by a pickpocket.

But in this matter, Ai Liang made a sloppy eye and didn't tell Moose the truth.

Because it makes no difference to say that the werewolf blew himself up.

"Who said that I couldn't find it? This surnamed Sun is not much less mean than me. In order to save money, he abandoned his wife and children and went away alone."

Moose patted the non-existent dust on his knees and sat down on the office chair again.

"I've been playing this guy all these years, and I even got the title of a peerless good man... MD! The more I think about it, the more I lose, the money for dialysis is paid by me, the good things are done by me, and in the end, the reputation is all about that. Scumbag!"

Moose was indignant, and slammed the table heavily, not knowing whether he was dissatisfied with the scum, or regretted his own reputation.

Yes, there are so many touching and warm stories in the world. As I said before, there must be more troubles than happiness in this world, and tragedy far surpasses comedy.

What kind of shit, kind and righteous man, if it wasn't for Moss who needed a fake identity to infiltrate the family, the child would have been sent to the orphanage long ago, and the grass on the tomb of the hostess could now be half a meter tall.

Mu Si thought for a while before returning the topic to the right track: "So why are you looking for me? Who is that Xu Zhihai and the person who smashed my bar before? I'm almost wanted by the whole of Nevada now!"

To say which passerby lay the deepest in the series of incidents caused by the Thousand Faces, it is undoubtedly Moss.

Because of the close relationship between Moose and the hermit, the Man of Thousand Faces wanted to use him to fish out the hermit.

From a series of incidents, the Countermeasures Bureau noticed that the Hermit was also involved in this matter, and that it was possible to hold a curse, and also set its sights on Moss.

He was implicated by Ai Liang in this way, and he got into trouble with two Guo Jianglong for no reason.

Mu Si originally wanted to teach those ignorant guys a lesson. Who knew that before the lesson was given, the official suddenly turned against him and searched for his whereabouts.

As a result, he can't even show his face now, and can only play the identity of the owner of the recycling bin, and he almost failed to keep his identity.

The man named Xu Zhihai was also involved in this incident. When a group of police surrounded the recycling station, Moose almost died of fright on the spot. Fortunately, it was just a simple inquiry in the end.

However, when they left, they took the second-hand goods industry chain smoothly, which made Moose suffer enough from the previous family.

Ai Liang came here this time to remind Moose that Neihua City could no longer accommodate him.

"Xu Zhihai still has something to do with the people who smashed your bar and the group of people who came into contact with the Maoyan Gang ten years ago. Do you still want to ask?" Ai Liang explained how much trouble he got into with a comparison.

Mu Si, who was gasping for breath, was like a big cock strangled by his neck, and all his complaints were swallowed back.

"So it's actually an official special agency looking for me?"

Moose asked tentatively.

Although he didn't know exactly what that special agency was doing, he knew just by looking at the level of secrecy that he would definitely be caught without a return.

"Yes, they originally came to me, but I hid too deeply, so I hit your head." Ai Liang generously admitted that he had implicated him.

Ai Liang believed in Mu Si's character, and didn't worry that he would hold grudges because of it. At that time, he was able to rise due to the fame of the hermit, and now he has fallen because of the hermit.