Lord of the Mysteries

It's not even 5:30, and I can get off work normally again! I've already composed
myself by the time when I walk out of the police station, feeling happy that I don’t
have to work overtime today.
Before I left in the afternoon, I communicated with the administration department
and was told that I didn’t need to return to the company. After all, we didn’t 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 wouldn't happen to me,
1 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 doesn’t reimburse the transportation fees for
returning home.
Metro line 3,600 meters... Bus 72, 150 meters... 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 it's best if I can minimize the steps taken.
As I wait at the bus stop for the bus, I can’t help but doubt my life.
I'm already a real, powerful, and extraordinary assassin. Why do I have to live
like a slave of society?
But I can’t 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, I'll shave my
head and flash through the crowd. No, being bald is too ugly. Forget it...
What can I do?
Record videos of extreme sports?
1 still have to practice and learn. I've never paid attention to it before...
Actually, I can consider joining the police academy. As an assassin, I'm capable
of capturing thieves and scammers. I won't disappoint with my abilities. The only
problem is that I've heard that a policeman’s income isn't too high.
Perhaps it's 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.
I'm a refined person. I definitely won't blast out any sounds in public. I don’t have
wireless earphones, so I can only browse Weibo and HUPU, an online sports
community website.
As the bus drives, it suddenly stops. The driver's voice sounds from the speaker.
“Get off the bus. There's a malfunction. Wait for the next one.”
The passengers curse as they get out of the bus. I'm among them as I sigh at my
bad luck today.
There's only one stop left. There's no need to wait. I'll 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 GPS—walking straight, taking a bend, crossing the street—to 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.
“...” I'm stunned at first, but then I realize that I'm 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 assassin’s 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 didn’t
suffer any damage.
“Are you alright?” The SUV driver gets out of the car and frantically asks.
His face is drenched in sweat.
“I'm fine. It was a close one.” 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.
“That's good, that's good.” The SUV driver is relieved to see that I didn’t 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, he’s 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.
“Thank you, thank you. Are you okay?” he asks, concerned.
“No, my luck isn't bad. I just happened to avoid the collision,” I reply with a smile,
inexplicably in a good mood.
I've finally used the ability belonging to an assassin.
The SUV driver points at his license plate.
“Contact me if you have any problems. I still have something to do, so I'll be
leaving first.”
The middle-aged man nods before saying to me,
“Why don’t you come to my shop to have a drink to calm yourself down?”
For some reason, I feel a sense of closeness with him. And since it's free, I don’t
reject him.
“Okay.”
As I speak, I pick up the black notebook.
After leaving the road and passing through the non-motorcar lane, I see this
gentleman's shop.
This is a themed bookstore. It's renovated to look like a coffee shop. The other
door leads to a nearby park with a wooden swing hanging on it.
“Don’t wander around in the future. It's very dangerous. Come on, thank Uncle.”
The bookstore owner pulls the little girl over.
“Call me Brother. Don't make me sound so old,” I joke.
“Thank you, Brother.” The little girl follows his instructions.
Without waiting for my reply, she cleverly says, “Then my father is your elder!”
Damn, did I just get taken advantage of... I can only smile helplessly.
The bookstore owner immediately asks, “What would you like to drink?”
“A cold beverage would do.” I'm not a picky eater.
“Okay.” The bookstore owner points at the surrounding bookshelves and says,
“You can also pick a book to read.”
“Okay.” As he mixes the cold beverage, I curiously walk to the bookshelf to see
what's on it.
Groselle’s Travels
Book of Secrets
Roselle and his 100 Mistresses
The Self-Cultivation of Evil Gods
How to Make the Believers Offer Money
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After a while, the girl runs to the back door and shouts, “Daddy, Daddy, I want to
sit on the swing.”
The bookstore owner sighs and walks over with a smile.
I smile and take another sip of my drink. I can’t help but sigh.
An afternoon like this is really nice...