Learn one small skill every day

Gamblers often go out to play mahjong, end up with a mountain of debt, and are then chased down by creditors.

I don't know why I suddenly paid back the money a while ago, but not long after, the debt collectors came knocking on my door again.

This was someone else's family matter, and Bai Miao really couldn't be bothered to get involved.

Just then, Bai Miao suddenly remembered something.

If I hadn't entered the Abyss Street instance myself, who would most likely have gone in?

Or rather, who is Hu Muyao most likely?

Bai Miao first ruled out the old lady upstairs.

That leaves only the most likely possibility: the daughter of the family upstairs.

She is the most likely person to touch the door when it is about to close.

I'm just very curious.

Bai Miao was eager to meet the person from another timeline who could clear the Abyss Street dungeon.

Even if she was most likely branded with the marks of the Healing Cult and sent away by the nuns.

Bai Miao knew that someone with weak willpower would not be able to calm down and explore the clinic, let alone go out to buy meat from Jero.

But despite his curiosity, Bai Miao wouldn't actually come to visit him suddenly.

This isn't Abyss Street, where you need to actively trigger any plot events.

The debt collectors probably didn't find anything valuable upstairs. After cursing and swearing, they came downstairs. Bai Miao then placed the prepared food on the coffee table and ate while watching the news.

The day after leaving Abyss Street, Bai Miao lived his life as usual, feeling no change except that he had become a little stronger.

Congratulations on acquiring the skill: Backhand Writing

"What the hell is this thing?"

The first thing Bai Miao does every morning is to draw skills, and the second thing is to curse.

[Writing with your left hand: You can write characters that are a perfect mirror image of your own.]

"Hmm? This looks familiar."

Bai Miao thought to himself, "Isn't this the content on the back of the letter that my future self wrote?"

The text on the back is a complete mirror image.

In other words, at that time, I was holding two pens and writing information on both sides of the paper at the same time?

No wonder it was a fuss; it turns out that doing it this way is indeed faster.

"Whitey, Whitey, something terrible has happened!"

Bai Miao was just about to go for his morning exercise when he received a message from the little witch.

"The underground parking garage of Qiangsheng Group was bombed. Now, experts are coming to reassess the safety of their entire building. This has infuriated the fishmonger."

"That murderer actually went?"

"He went! Not only did he go, but he also managed to break through the three knockers. He has some really powerful items! Haven't you seen the chat in the square yet?"

Bai Miao thought it was true, and then quickly ran to the square to eat melon seeds.

Then, a group of people posted more than ten messages mocking Qiangsheng Group.

"Qiangsheng Group? A bunch of trash! Is this all they have?"

"It's laughable that the Qiangsheng Group doesn't even have many Zain-level items."

"Remember this, little brother, you're just a stinking fishmonger! @Fishmonger"

"And you bunch of cowardly knockers, you have no idea that knockers are the future world's rulers! Why should we listen to ordinary people's orders? We are the ones who can do whatever we want now."

Bai Miao frowned and replied, "I wouldn't dare say that. How do you have such confidence? Can you withstand gunfire?"

"Guns and cannons? Guns are useless against me! If I hide in the crowd, who would dare to fire a cannon?"

Even guns didn't work? What level of item is this? Or is it just a special effect?

Backstage, Bai Miao received a private message.

The fishmonger said, "Help me kill him, and I'll give you a million! I saw his face last night, I know who he is, and I have to kill him."

Bai Miao replied, "I'm not an assassin. You should contact the authorities directly; they'll send someone to arrest me."

"It's no use. That guy has a He-level item called [Mountain of Corpses]. The more people he kills, the more energy he accumulates. His stamina won't be depleted until the energy is exhausted. However, the price is that he will be affected by the Mountain of Corpses and constantly seek life. We currently have almost no chance of winning in a one-on-one fight, and it would be easy for him to successfully kill people to replenish his energy in a multi-on-one situation."

Are you kidding me? He-level items are that powerful?

Although the price was indeed terrible, in the end, the props actually backfired.

However, when faced with a group of ordinary people trying to capture it, it is indeed possible that the more it is attacked, the more energy it gains.

Quantity is no longer useful; quality is what matters.

“I sent the information to every person who knocked on the door, and I also sent it to the official side, but I guess the official side will eventually contact you to help resolve this matter.”

"Would you believe me if I said I have no fighting ability?"

"Heh, in short, the reputation of Jiangcheng Knockers needs to be maintained by you. Damn it, I still need to find a way to get my building through the fire inspection again. I really shouldn't have let him come here to do this. No matter how much damage he causes, it's a waste of my money."

Bai Miao didn't know what to say. Just because I have an Aleph-level item, he wants me to deal with that madman?

However, Bai Miao also believed that dragging it out was indeed not a good idea.

The unrest is still limited to a small area, and the authorities are trying to maintain this delicate balance.

If he were to actually jump into a crowded place and start a massacre, the matter would be impossible to suppress, and the person knocking on the door would become known to the public in advance.

Grass, it only causes trouble for people.

As expected, Bai Miao soon received several more calls from people claiming to be officials.

"Boss White, we need your help with this. We know you don't want your identity exposed, but we can guarantee that we will only provide you with Hu Chensan's specific location and will absolutely not monitor your movements!"

"Do you all already know where he is?"

"With the crucial information provided by Gao Qiangsheng, we can certainly track him down. The reason we couldn't find his whereabouts at first was because he was wearing gadgets that interfered with electronic devices. Now we are using the same gadgets to locate him, so naturally he can't escape our grasp."

You need to use items to fight against items.

Soon, a location was sent directly to me.

Bai Miao was stunned.

Damn it, isn't this the apartment upstairs from mine?

Chapter Twenty-Two: Waiting for a Rabbit to Run into a Tree Stump

Could this Hu Chensan be Hu Muyao's gambling father?

If that's the case, it does explain why he suddenly paid off his debt.

But old habits die hard. After paying back the money, he went back to gambling and ended up with a mountain of debt again.

Bai Miao was about to go home after finishing his morning exercise when he saw a man in camouflage clothing coming out of the building and walking furtively in one direction.

"White, the target has moved. Thank goodness, the guy left the apartment building."

Bai Miao replied with an "Mmm," not daring to make any rash moves.

It's already rush hour, and there are some pedestrians on the street. If we provoke this guy, he might start killing indiscriminately, which would be disastrous.

Bai Miao thought for a moment, then did the opposite, went upstairs, and knocked on Hu Muyao's door.

"We're out of money! Didn't you just search our house yesterday?!"

From inside the house came the desperate and helpless cry of an old woman.

"You've misunderstood. I'm your downstairs neighbor, and I'd like to ask you about something."

"Neighbor?"

"Yes, I live downstairs. You should have seen me when you were selling vegetables at the market a while ago."

"Oh……"

With some doubt, the old man opened the door and saw Bai Miao standing in the hallway.

"Young man, what brings you here? If you're here to see those people from yesterday, forget it. Focus on your studies. I'm so sorry for the trouble my family has caused you..."

"No, no, could I come in and sit for a while?"

"come in."

The old lady knew there wasn't much in the house, and the young man looked handsome and didn't seem like a bad person.

After entering the house, the old lady called out, "Mu Yao! We have guests. Make some tea for us!"

"got it!"

"Are there other people in your family? I mean, shouldn't she be at school?"

Bai Miao probed indirectly.

"It's not time for school yet, young man, and you're still sitting here drinking tea with me?"

The old woman spoke with great refinement, and Bai Miao guessed that she was probably an intellectual in her youth.

Soon, Hu Muyao came out of the kitchen carrying two glasses, with two or three tea stems remaining in the glasses.

Only then did Bai Miao see Hu Muyao's true appearance.

She wore a ponytail and a faded school uniform. Her features were delicate, but her brows held a worry that seemed out of place for her age.

Her skin wasn't fair, and she even had some calluses on her hands. Her exposed arms were very slender.

"Excuse me for disturbing you."

"I'm going to school now..."

Hu Muyao put down his teacup, went back to his bedroom, picked up his schoolbag, and ran out the door.

"My child is shy, please excuse the awkwardness."

"Grandma, I'll get straight to the point. I just saw a man come downstairs. Was he your husband?"