1160 Response
The sun rises and a new day arrives. Rika gets up early in the morning, and his anger has not subsided until now.
Yesterday, when he was looking for the high priest outside, he unexpectedly heard someone say that he had seen this man. He originally thought that the high priest should appear on the street as a homeless man, or in the park.
But unexpectedly, the person who had seen the high priest said that he had seen this man in the shopping mall in the center of Bupen, and he also bought a lot of things.
After a brief denial, Rika became angry in an instant!
He realized that he might have been deceived.
That's right, how could that damn old man have no money? With the wealth he has in Nagaril, even if he only uses part of it to satisfy the appetites of those in the United Development Company, the rest will be enough for him in the Federation. Live a luxurious life!
He was deceived by a man who claimed to be his father for more than 20 years. This man never thought about letting him inherit any property!
After searching for a day with no results, he came back and went to bed early.
There was no drinking, no smoking, no watching TV series, no promiscuity or abuse. In order to have more time today to find the old guy, he went to bed so early and got up so early for the first time in his life.
He made something to eat, but it tasted a little strange and felt a little rancid.
But it doesn't matter. As a Nagaril, eating food that has just gone bad is like a natural skill. His sense of taste can subconsciously ignore those strange smells, and he can no longer detect them after the second bite. .
He looked at the map and found a lot of communities yesterday. Today he will go to a more advanced community and he needs to have a plan.
His study abroad career taught him some ways to work efficiently.
Meanwhile, a community security patrol officer was wandering around the area.
He is an agent assigned by the Security Council to monitor Rika. He is a newcomer. This kind of work of little value is often left to novices. This is also a characteristic of the Security Council and even more federal agencies. .
While eating a bacon and egg sandwich that cost one dollar a portion, he slowly stared at the house. Today was another day no different from any other day.
He thinks so, and sometimes he questions the meaning of his superior's assignment to this job. He feels that he is just wasting his time.
Fortunately, as long as he waits until the end of this month, he can leave the "newcomer" level and do other jobs.
At this moment, a young man walked towards him, holding a piece of paper in his hand and looking at him from a distance.
This gave the Security Committee agent a feeling that "this person should be in need of help." He ate the breakfast sandwich in his hand in several bites, clapped his hands, and looked at the person.
"Sir, I have been looking for this place for a long time. Is it at your place?"
The Security Committee agent took the note. The address on it was indeed this community, but the further address was unfamiliar to him.
"I'm not sure if your house number is correct, but I can help you check this...Mr."
There was a name on the note, but the house number seemed to be wrong.
Generally speaking, the house number in the federation is a certain number on a certain street or a certain community and then the detailed house number. Now this house number is not within the scope of this community.
Maybe it was written wrong?
He wasn't sure, but he could check the community residents' records to see if there was such a person.
Anyway, it was early in the morning, and those people might not have woken up yet, so he was idle.
In the young man's gratitude, which was full of surprises, he felt that he would spend a meaningful morning.
The two went to the duty room together. The moment he left, two young people walked out from behind the vegetation on the roadside and quickly entered Rika's home.
It was early in the morning and everyone in the house was sleeping except Rika.
When someone opened the door and came in, Rika heard the sound, but he did not get up. Young people often came to his place, and he was too lazy to open and close the door over and over again.
He was still thinking about how to find the high priest and then force him to give up all the money.
It wasn't until...the sound of footsteps approaching that he felt something was wrong.
The floor here is paved, and they wear loose and comfortable shoes, mainly cheap sports shoes.
Not only are leather shoes expensive, but maintenance is also a hassle. Others don't have leather shoes, but Rika used to have them. Later, when he was in a tight situation, he sold them all. Now he also wears sports shoes.
But what sounded in the room was the sound of leather shoes treading on the floor.
When he turned around, he saw two young people... dressed very strangely.
They were all wearing formal attire, a brown silk shirt, a very thin brown vest, a dark coat, and a windbreaker.
There are also pocket watch chains on their chests. To be honest, Bupen people don't like to wear pocket watches nowadays. Everyone likes watches.
But no matter what, this outfit is very formal, enough for them to attend any occasion without being rude.
But they also wore woolen peaked caps, which was very strange.
"I haven't seen you." Rika stood up. He didn't realize that the danger was approaching, and he never thought that the high priest who had always cherished him would find a way to kill him.
He had never thought about it this way, so he was not wary.
The two young men looked at each other and found it interesting.
One of the guys on the left smiled and said, "Someone asked me to bring you a message, sir."
Rika was a little confused, "Who?"
Then he asked, "What is it?"
The man walked in front of him and leaned forward, as if he wanted to whisper a message in his ear. He also curiously focused his attention on some of the things he was about to hear.
Just listen to that person
"God is calling you..."
Rika's scalp suddenly became numb, and when he wanted to leave the next moment, another person stood behind him at some point and strangled his neck with his arms.
The man in front of him stabbed his chest with the long dagger in his hand.
He could still struggle during the first stab, but the second stab pierced his heart. In an instant, all his strength flowed out from the hole in his heart, and his whole body suddenly collapsed.
Then he stabbed him seven or eight more times before the person holding his neck let go of his arm.
Rika suddenly collapsed to the ground, eyes wide open.
His heart almost stopped beating, but he was still conscious for about twenty seconds.
The guy holding the long dagger squatted down and wiped the exquisite dagger stained with blood on his body.
The two stood beside him, watching his complete death before leaving quickly.
At this time, the security committee agent responsible for monitoring Rika also helped the gentleman who could not find the place find the problem.
“Look, our address is No. 169, 17th Street, and your address says No. 169, 117th Street, so you’re looking in the wrong place. "
He finally discovered the problem. The person who wrote the note was a little careless, which caused a number to be separated. At first glance, it looked like Seventeenth Street, but it was actually Number One Hundred and Seventeen.
He also made a call to the other party's service company for the young man, who confirmed that there was indeed such a resident.
The young man kept thanking the Security Committee agent for his help and said that he would write him a letter of thanks.
This brought great satisfaction to the Security Committee agents who were always living a boring life, and at the same time it also passed the boring time.
After telling the young man how to get to 117th Street by city transit, he went back to his official duties.
He wandered around the community casually, and the house was no different from when he left it. There were no signs of invasion, no one screamed, there was no commotion, everything was exactly the same as every morning before!
He has already begun to imagine that after the "novice period" is over, he will be entrusted with such an important task by the Security Committee, and whether he will become the protagonist of an agent in some film and television novels, fighting against an organization or even a country alone.
The future is full of hope and expectation!
Until...a scream pierced the tranquility of the community!
Soon Lynch received a call from Noel, "Mr. Lynch, Mr. Rika accepted God's call and left us."
"Did you go peacefully?"
“Very peaceful!”
After Lynch hung up the phone, he called the high priest again, "I'm sorry to disturb you at this time. I just heard a very bad news. I don't know whether I should tell you."
The high priest was a little uncomfortable with the hypocrisy of the Federation people. He was stunned for a moment and then reacted, "What is it?"
He already had a guess, but when the answer was about to appear, he found that he was not sad at all, but rather looking forward to it.
"Mr. Rika accepted God's call and left us forever. He was very peaceful when he left."
The high priest had a faint smile on his face, "This is really bad news!"
"My condolences, if there is anything I can do to help, please call me at any time." Lynch's voice was filled with sadness.
The high priest breathed a long sigh of relief, "I will, thank you so much for conveying the news to me!"
"So... see you later?"
"See you later!"
Rika's death was not news at all to Bupen, maybe his house would be.
According to federal law, if no one inherits the real estate after the owner dies, the real estate will be auctioned.
If someone bids on and wins the property, they become the new owner.
And the money obtained from the auction will go into public utility finance.
If no one bids, the properties will be taken back by the federal government.
People are only interested in the house, not what happens here.
As we all know, the concept of haunted houses only works for rich people. For those who are poor, price is the core of their concern.