Rescue the Vicious Villain [Quick Transmigration]

In Xuanyang County in midsummer, the morning sun was not so hot and dazzling. It was very early in the morning. Hawkers pushed their carts onto the street, students carried their breakfast in groups of threes and twos, and there was still water on the ground left by the rain the day before. , the sewer is blocked, and the whole county can smell the stench that cannot be ignored.

Bai Yi walked in the dilapidated corridor, the walls were mottled and peeled off, there were smudged yellow circles caused by water stains, and there were countless noisy sounds in the corridor. There can be more than 20 residents on one floor of such an old building, sharing a big kitchen and public toilets.

Dirty, poor, germy.

Even the cockroaches on the ground showed a unique and huge posture.

The landlord led Boyi to the door of room [-], and used a yellow round-head key to open the old wooden door that was already decayed. The landlord was a middle-aged man in slippers and shorts, with a few thinning hairs on his head. Wearing a white vest stained yellow with sweat, there was a hole in the chest.

"One hundred and twelve a month, all utilities are included." The landlord let Bai Yi in.

Boyi looked around the house. This house only has a living room and a bedroom, which add up to more than 40 square meters. The only advantage is that it is not close to the kitchen or the toilet, and the top floor will not leak.

There are no tiles, and few pieces of furniture. The electrical appliances are a small dusty fan, a light bulb hanging from a rope in the middle of the room, and an old refrigerator in the corner of the living room.

The landlord chattered behind Bai Yi and said, "My house is the best in the neighborhood, and a hundred and twenty is considered cheap for you."

With the county's per capita salary of five or six hundred, a house of one hundred and two is indeed not too expensive.

Bai Yi smiled at the landlord: "Then sign the contract."

The landlord was stunned: "Young man, you are a cheerful person!"

Contracts are just a new thing in this small county. The page handed over by the landlord is not so much a contract as a draft, with the word "contract" written in a primary school student's font on it, and then there are three rows of rental time. And precautions, you can see clearly at a glance, so you don't need to waste time reading.

Boyi signed his name, paid the deposit and rent, and the landlord handed him the keys, and enthusiastically told Boyi where the restaurants nearby were cheap and delicious, and which neighbors were difficult to deal with.

"[-] is right next to him. That's a madman. He went mad after his wife died. If you heard him go mad at night, he must be beating his son. Just leave it alone." The landlord rolled his eyes, "His The son is not a good thing either."

After the instructions were over, the landlord took the money, showed his belly, and left humming a tune with almost no pitch.

Bai Yi closed the door and opened the suitcase. There were only a few changes of clothes in his suitcase, which were allowed by the "above" to bring him from the real world, and a brick mobile phone, which is very representative of status in this era Motorola.

The rest is money, the activity funds given by "above".

He didn't know where the "above" was. He came here from his own world inexplicably, and got tasks and reminders from text messages on his mobile phone. Only after completing the tasks could he return to his own world.

Bai Yi's personal wishes cannot be taken seriously, whether he is willing to participate in the task or not, he has only one option.

There were footsteps outside, and Bai Yi closed the suitcase.

The footsteps got closer.

Will it be a mission objective?

Bai Yi opened the wooden door.

He turned his head to look, and there was a big boy who was almost as tall as him standing at the door next door.

The boy was wearing a faded jersey, and he was stepping on rotten sneakers with cracks and cracks. There were still traces of glue on them. He didn’t know how many times he had repaired them. There were large bruises on his exposed arms and legs, and there were bruises on his face. There are no wounds that have healed, and they are kissing the air ferociously.

This person has messy black hair, probably cut by himself. It has no aesthetic feeling and is messy, but there is a wild|savage ferocity.

His eyebrows were very black, his eyes were as sharp as an eagle, and he was on guard and vigilance, as if he would attack anyone at any time.

"You live here?" Bai Yi walked out the door naturally, "I just rented in today, we are neighbors."

The boy glanced at him, then turned his head away.

But Boyi was not defeated by his indifferent attitude. When he talked about business, he had to bite the bullet and never lose heart, otherwise he would not be a successful young entrepreneur in the eyes of everyone.

"You didn't have the key?"

Boyi leaned against the wall and looked at each other. He was wearing a decent white shirt, his hair was combed back, revealing a clean forehead. He was born with broad shoulders and narrow waist, gentle eyebrows and eyes, and his lips were slightly drawn up from the sky. Even if he didn't speak, it was annoying I feel that he is smiling, his voice is full of magnetism, his long legs are outlined by his trousers, and his tone is soft when talking to people, making people feel like a spring breeze.

Few people can consistently reject him under Boyi's gentle offensive. This is Boyi's advantage, an advantage gained from long-term training.

But the boy didn't take this kind of trick, his sharp eyes were pitch black, and there was no emotion in them.

Bai Yi spoke again: "My name is Bai Yi, what's your name?"

The boy finally reacted, his voice was hoarse, and he turned his head to look at Bai Yi: "Zhang Li."

Bai Yi smiled at him: "Do you want to come in and sit down? There is no one in your house, and you didn't bring the key. Come in for a glass of water?"

Zhang Li's lips were very dry and had begun to turn white and peeling. His eyes were fixed on Bai Yi, as if to see through Bai Yi's disguise.

But Bai Yi is still smiling, gentle and enthusiastic, and looks like an ordinary new neighbor: "Come in, I'm not a bad person, and I won't eat you."

Zhang Li didn't pay attention to Bai Yi any more, he passed in front of Bai Yi, walked straight to the stairs, and disappeared from Bai Yi's field of vision.

Bai Yi stood against the wall for a few seconds, and then walked towards the stairs, but he was not going to catch up, but to buy daily necessities.

It seems that he will not be able to complete the task in a short period of time. In this case, he must be prepared for a long-term war of resistance.

Boyi spent the whole day shopping for daily necessities and refurbished the humble house with decorations—he is a person who lives with a sense of ritual, even when he is the busiest at work, he will personally Cook and cook, and arrange the house in an orderly manner, even if he is the only one in the "house".

Because of this purchase, Bai Yi got to know a lot of vendors around him. On the way back, he also greeted several neighbors on the same floor. Among them, the single mother who lived in [-] was the most enthusiastic. Talking to him in the corridor, he almost talked about the gossip on the same floor, and the conversation came to the part that Bai Yi wanted to hear the most.

She whispered, "Don't bother with [-] at night."

The landlord did mention this, Bai Yi: "Is it because Mr. [-] wants to beat his son?"

The woman probably became a mother, and she was more sympathetic. She sighed and said, "That child Xiao Li is quite pitiful...but don't worry about it. His father, Zhang Wu, is an idiot. Splashing red paint on the door of his house for a week, and going to other people's units to make trouble, almost lost that person's job."

"Besides, it's only natural for me to beat my son. As long as I don't beat him to death, who cares?" The woman touched the baby's face.

Bai Yi smiled and said, "Thank you for your reminder."

The woman's pale face flushed a little.

Bai Yi said softly: "Your child will definitely be as beautiful and gentle as you when he grows up."

The woman looked at Bai Yi's face almost dully, and swallowed involuntarily.

It was getting dark, and Bai Yi had already rearranged the house. He replaced the mattress and bed linen with a new one, assembled a new cabinet, changed the curtains, and put a tablecloth on the table in the living room. The benches have also been replaced with fabric sofas, and the lamps have also been changed. Only the floor is still missing, which is still a concrete floor.

Bai Yi opened the window, took the ashtray, and lit a cigarette by the window.

Irritability, depression, anger.

Various emotions are relieved by tobacco.

At eight o'clock in the evening, a tall, bearded man who smelled of alcohol walked past Bai Yi's window, opened the door next door, and slammed the door shut, but the smell of alcohol was still there. In the hallway, persistent.

Zhang Wu, the biological father of the target, is a man with a serious tendency to violence. When he was young, he domestically abused his wife, and after his wife committed suicide, he began to abuse his son. The identities of husband and father make him invincible.

This is the man who drives the target to become a cold-blooded lunatic.

Less than half an hour later, Zhang Li also appeared, and Bai Yi put his elbows on the window, crushing out the cigarette in his hand.

Zhang Li turned his head to look at Bai Yi, their eyes met, but they broke up immediately, Zhang Li knocked on the door next door.

Bai Yi made himself a cup of instant coffee and added a lot of sugar. He couldn't find creamer and cube sugar in the small supermarket, and the sugar was barely enough.

Ten minutes later, there was a loud muffled sound from the next door, like the sound of an iron rod hitting the body.

Then there was another explosion——

"You fucking block?!" The man was furious, "You bastard raised by a bastard! If it weren't for me, you would have starved to death!"

"You and your mother are both sluts!"

"Damn it! Cuckold me!"

"boom!"

It was the sound of iron bars hitting furniture.

Bai Yi held the cup in his hand. He stood in front of the wall, sighed slowly, put down the cup, and opened the wooden door.

"Tuk Tuk Tuk..."

Bai Yi knocked on [-]'s door.

The voice inside became quiet, and the man gasped and asked loudly, "Who is knocking on the door?"

Bai Yi's voice was still gentle, without any emotional fluctuations: "Sir, I'm a tenant who just moved to [-]. I bought a midnight snack, but it's a bit much. I want to ask if you want some, and I also bought beer. I just came here and wanted to get acquainted with the neighbors."

It was probably the word beer that moved Zhang Wu. After a brief silence, the door of [-] opened.

The lights in the room were dim, and no one had changed the incandescent lamp at this time. Bai Yi saw Zhang Li behind him through the gap where Zhang Wu came.

Zhang Li stood by the dining table, with a few more red marks on his arms, with his head half down, he just raised his eyes to look in Bai Yi's direction.

His eyes were calm, he didn't seem to feel any pain, and he didn't feel ashamed of having his secret discovered.

The scars on his face didn't make him ugly.

Instead it made him look wild and dangerous.

The author has something to say: finally opened the hole!

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