"It's not even 5:30 yet, time to leave work on time again!" As I walked out of the police station, I had already composed myself and was happy that I didn't have to work overtime today.
Before leaving in the afternoon, I spoke with the administration and they said I didn't need to return to the company, since we didn't know how long the coordination and communication would take.
What if Officer Deng invites me to dinner, karaoke, and a foot massage while we're at it? Right?
Although the probability of this happening is relatively low, and even if it does happen, it's unlikely to be my turn, it's still better to be prepared.
It's closer to my rented apartment complex from the police station than from my company, but I still chose public transportation because the fare home isn't reimbursable.
"Subway Line 3, walk another 600 meters... Bus No. 72, walk 150 meters..." I took out my phone and searched for the route.
After careful consideration, I chose to take the bus.
In the hot summer, every step you take is a step less.
While waiting for the bus at the station, I couldn't help but question the meaning of life:
"I'm already a true, skilled, and extraordinary Assassin, so why do I still have to live this kind of corporate slave life?"
But if I don't go to work, I won't get paid.
Even Assassin need to save money to buy a house, eat, and wear clothes!
Sigh, at times like this, it should be like a game. Give me a hitman broker to help me coordinate missions, confirm the target's level of wickedness, and then I'll shave my head and slip out of the crowd... no, baldness is too ugly, never mind...
What exactly can it do?
Filming videos of extreme sports?
I still need to learn about this; I've never paid attention to it before...
Actually, I could consider applying for a police position. As an Assassin, I'm more than capable of catching thieves and fraudsters, making the most of my abilities. The only problem is that I've heard police salaries aren't very high.
Maybe it's better to be on the payroll?
While pondering the future, I boarded the bus, holding onto the handrail with one hand, carrying my notebook, and taking out my phone with the other.
I am a civilized person and would never play loud music in public. Since I didn't bring wireless headphones, I could only browse Weibo and stroll around places like Green Walking Street.
As the bus was driving, it suddenly stopped, and the driver's voice came through the horn:
"Get off, get off! There's a breakdown. Wait for the next one."
The passengers got off the bus grumbling and cursing. I mingled in the middle, lamenting my bad luck for the day.
"It's only one stop away, no need to wait, let's walk back." I opened the map app and confirmed my current location.
If I had known this would happen, I would have preferred to take the subway!
I walked straight, turned, crossed the pedestrian crossing, and followed the navigation toward my old neighborhood.
Just then, I saw a little girl, about five or six years old, dart out from the roadside, and an SUV was speeding towards us.
"..." I was stunned at first, then I realized that I was already an Assassin, a master who surpassed ordinary people.
Without hesitation, I ran towards the little girl.
Seeing that it was almost too late, I pushed off with both feet, relying on the Assassin's ability to unleash all their power in one strike, and pounced forward.
During this process, I felt like an arrow shot from a taut bow.
In the blink of an eye, I was beside the little girl and hugged her.
Next, I straightened my back and quickly adjusted my body structure to make myself as light as a feather.
The SUV finally stopped, and I took a few steps to the side to steady myself.
Actually, I was hit, but because I felt as if I had lost weight, I didn't suffer any harm.
"Are you alright?" the SUV driver asked anxiously Door Opening the car.
His face was covered in sweat.
"It's okay, it was almost there." I put the stunned little girl down and patted her on the shoulder.
She has long, glossy black hair that could almost be used in a shampoo commercial.
"That's good, that's good." The SUV driver probably breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that I wasn't dirty or tattered.
At that moment, a middle-aged man rushed out from the roadside.
He visibly relaxed after seeing that the little girl was alright.
He had a bronze complexion, soft features, and a pair of slightly weathered, brownish eyes.
"Thank you, thank you, are you alright?" He took the girl from me and asked with concern.
"No, I was lucky, I just dodged it." I replied with a smile, feeling inexplicably good.
I've finally gotten to use my Assassin abilities.
Upon seeing this, the SUV driver pointed to his license plate:
"Contact me if you have any problems. I have to go now."
The middle-aged man nodded, then turned to me and said:
"How about we go to my shop for a drink to calm our nerves?"
For some reason, I felt closer to the other person, and since it was free, I didn't refuse.
"Good."
As I was speaking, I picked up the black notebook.
Leaving the road and crossing the non-motorized vehicle lane, I saw the man's shop.
This is a small bookstore that sells an experience. The interior is decorated like a café, and another door leads to a nearby park with a wooden swing hanging there.
"Don't run around like that, it's dangerous. Come on, thank you, uncle." The bookstore owner pulled the little girl over.
"Call me 'brother,' don't say 'I'm old.'" I joked.
"Thank you, brother." The little girl readily agreed.
Before I could respond, she said slyly:
"Then my dad is your elder!"
Oh dear, I've been taken advantage of... I could only smile helplessly.
The bookstore owner then asked:
"Would you like something to drink?"
"A glass of iced drink." I'm not a picky eater.
"Okay," the bookstore owner said, pointing to the surrounding bookshelves, "You can also pick out a book to read."
"Hmm." While the other person was making iced drinks, I curiously walked over to the bookshelf to see what books were on it.
Groselle's Travels
The Book of Secrets
Roselle and His One Hundred Mistresses
The Evil God's Self-Cultivation
How to Get Believers to Donate Money
What kinds of books are these? I was completely baffled, and finally chose the one that looked the most normal, " The Groselle's Travels."
I had just found a seat when the bookstore owner came over with a drink.
This drink is brownish-red in color and contains several ice cubes. When you take a sip, it's slightly sour and sweet, icy cold, and very refreshing.
"Not bad," I complimented.
The boss didn't say anything more and returned to the cashier.
I then leaned back in my chair and began to read Groselle's Travels, occasionally taking a sip of my iced drink, feeling very comfortable.
After a while, the little girl ran to the back door and shouted:
"Daddy, Daddy, I want to ride the swing."
The bookstore owner sighed, smiled, and walked over.
I smiled, took another sip of my drink, and couldn't help but sigh:
"What a lovely afternoon..."