Itās not even 5:30, and I can get off work normally again! Iāve already composed myself by the time when I walk out of the police station, feeling happy that I donāt have to work overtime today.
Before I left in the afternoon, I communicated with the administration department and was told that I didnāt need to return to the company. After all, we didnāt know how long the meeting would take.
What if Officer Deng got me to stay for dinner, sing some karaoke, and enjoy a spa, right?
Although the probability of this happening is low, even if it wouldnāt happen to me, I still have to be prepared.
The distance from the old estate where my rented apartment is to the police station is shorter than it is from my company, but I still chose to take public transport, because the company doesnāt reimburse the transportation fees for returning home.
Metro line 3,600 metersā¦ Bus 72, 150 metersā¦ I take out my phone and search for a route home.
After careful consideration, I choose to take the bus.
The weather is hot in the summer, so itās best if I can minimize the steps taken.
As I wait at the bus stop for the bus, I canāt help but doubt my life.
Iām already a real, powerful, and extraordinary assassin. Why do I have to live like a slave of society?
But I canāt get any money without work.
Assassins also need to save money to buy a house, food, and clothes!
Sigh, at times like this, it should be like a game. Give me an assassin manager and help me gather missions. After confirming how evil my target is, Iāll shave my head and flash through the crowd. No, being bald is too ugly. Forget itā¦
What can I do?
Record videos of extreme sports?
I still have to practice and learn. Iāve never paid attention to it beforeā¦
Actually, I can consider joining the police academy. As an assassin, Iām capable of capturing thieves and scammers. I wonāt disappoint with my abilities. The only problem is that Iāve heard that a policemanās income isnāt too high.
Perhaps itās better after the probation period?
As I seriously consider the future, I board the bus. I hold the handle and notebook with one hand, and I pull out my phone with the other.
Iām a refined person. I definitely wonāt blast out any sounds in public. I donāt have wireless earphones, so I can only browse Weibo and HUPU, an online sports community website.
As the bus drives, it suddenly stops. The driverās voice sounds from the speaker.
āGet off the bus. Thereās a malfunction. Wait for the next one.ā
The passengers curse as they get out of the bus. Iām among them as I sigh at my bad luck today.
Thereās only one stop left. Thereās no need to wait. Iāll just walk back. I open the map app and confirm my current location.
If I knew this would happen, I might as well have taken the subway!
I follow the GPSāwalking straight, taking a bend, crossing the streetāto the old estate I live in.
At this moment, I see a five or six-year-old girl jump out from the roadside, and an SUV is speeding over.
āā¦ā Iām stunned at first, but then I realize that Iām an assassin, an expert that surpasses ordinary people.
Without any hesitation, I run towards the girl.
Seeing that I might not make it in time, I exert strength into my legs and kick out, relying on my assassinās ability to unleash all of my strength in one strike to pounce forward.
During this process, I feel like a sharp arrow that had been shot from a bow.
In the blink of an eye, I lunge for the little girl and hug her.
Then, I straighten my back and quickly adjust my body structure, making myself as light as a feather.
The SUV finally stops. I take a few steps to the side and steady myself.
To be honest, I was hit, but because I made myself seemingly weightless, I didnāt suffer any damage.
āAre you alright?ā The SUV driver gets out of the car and frantically asks.
His face is drenched in sweat.
āIām fine. It was a close one.ā I put down the dazed little girl and pat her shoulder.
She has long, jet-black hair which makes her qualified to be a model in a shampoo commercial.
āThatās good, thatās good.ā The SUV driver is relieved to see that I didnāt dirty or injure myself.
At this moment, a middle-aged man rushes out from the side of the road.
When he sees that the little girl is fine, heās obviously relieved.
His skin is bronze in color and he has soft facial features. He has a pair of eyes that are closer in color to brown. They appear to have been through a lot.
āThank you, thank you. Are you okay?ā he asks, concerned.
āNo, my luck isnāt bad. I just happened to avoid the collision,ā I reply with a smile, inexplicably in a good mood.
Iāve finally used the ability belonging to an assassin.
The SUV driver points at his license plate.
āContact me if you have any problems. I still have something to do, so Iāll be leaving first.ā
The middle-aged man nods before saying to me,
āWhy donāt you come to my shop to have a drink to calm yourself down?ā
For some reason, I feel a sense of closeness with him. And since itās free, I donāt reject him.
āOkay.ā
As I speak, I pick up the black notebook.
After leaving the road and passing through the non-motorcar lane, I see this gentlemanās shop.
This is a themed bookstore. Itās renovated to look like a coffee shop. The other door leads to a nearby park with a wooden swing hanging on it.
āDonāt wander around in the future. Itās very dangerous. Come on, thank Uncle.ā The bookstore owner pulls the little girl over.
āCall me Brother. Donāt make me sound so old,ā I joke.
āThank you, Brother.ā The little girl follows his instructions.
Without waiting for my reply, she cleverly says, āThen my father is your elder!ā
Damn, did I just get taken advantage ofā¦ I can only smile helplessly.
The bookstore owner immediately asks, āWhat would you like to drink?ā
āA cold beverage would do.ā Iām not a picky eater.
āOkay.ā The bookstore owner points at the surrounding bookshelves and says, āYou can also pick a book to read.ā
āOkay.ā As he mixes the cold beverage, I curiously walk to the bookshelf to see whatās on it.
Groselleās Travels
Book of Secrets
Roselle and his 100 Mistresses
The Self-Cultivation of Evil Gods
How to Make the Believers Offer Money
What kind of books are these? Iām stunned as I read them. Finally, I choose the seemingly normal Groselleās Travels.
Just as I find a seat and sit down, the bookstore owner walks over with a glass.
The drink is brownish-red in color, and thereās quite a few pieces of ice in it. After drinking it in one gulp, itās slightly sour and sweet. Itās cold and very refreshing. Great for the summer.
āNot bad,ā I praise.
The boss doesnāt say anything else and returns to the cashier.
I then leisurely lean back in my chair and flip through Groselleās Travels. From time to time, I take a mouthful of the cold beverage, feeling very pleased.
After a while, the girl runs to the back door and shouts, āDaddy, Daddy, I want to sit on the swing.ā
The bookstore owner sighs and walks over with a smile.
I smile and take another sip of my drink. I canāt help but sigh.