They all call me master

Late at night, the rare moonlight shines on South Los Angeles.

The shadow of Boka, whose steps were stumbling and staggering, was stretched extremely long.

Even the shadow has touched the empty house before.

When Polka walked forward, the shadow entered the courtyard and reflected on the house.

But just when the middle-aged man's palm touched the door, an invisible force directly knocked him away several meters and pinned him to the ground.

Roar!

Poca held his head high and struggled violently. A roar like a wild beast appeared in the middle-aged man's throat.

"Shh!"

In the shadow, the man wearing a thick cloak stretched out his right hand, raised an index finger, and put it to his mouth - pale fingers and bloodless lips, but the lips seemed to be solidified by the shadow, completely visible. Not sure.

Following the cloaked man's silence gesture, Poca immediately became quiet.

Because, Poca's head was taken off.

The cloaked man held the middle-aged man's head in his hand with one hand, held it at eye level, and looked at it carefully.

But the scarlet blood that was supposed to spurt out turned into a black liquid as thick as oil, dripping from the neck drop by drop. The body on the ground was even more deflated like a deflated rubber ball.

But the middle-aged man did not die.

There were even words coming from his mouth.

"Stay away from him!"

The voice was cold, a female voice.

At the same time, the head began to expand rapidly.

boom!

The firelight mixed with the roar of the explosion immediately attacked the cloaked man.

But the shadow was faster, and when the fire light was about to completely cover him, it directly enveloped the cloaked man.

The shadow not only isolated the explosion, but also carried the cloaked man away from where he was.

However, the empty house next to it was not so lucky.

The impact of the explosion caused most of the house to collapse, and the remaining flames directly attached to it and began to burn violently. Most of the block on Pine Street was illuminated.

The explosion woke up residents of the neighborhood.

After seeing the flames, residents rushed out to put out the fire.

They were still greeting each other, and some people were saluting in a nondescript manner - these people who had just arrived in the Shire from other districts thought that they had entered the wealthy class and must be civilized and decent.

After the flames were extinguished, the people around started to sigh.

"What an unlucky guy. His good house is gone."

"The agency should compensate, right?"

"This is their fault - I have reminded them before to pay attention to the safety of the use of the house, otherwise they will only betray the trust of the owner!"

Standing in the crowd, Heywood, who participated in the firefighting, began to raise his voice - with Arthur's compensation and his own savings, the landlord of Mule Street in the Tudor District finally no longer rented in the Shire District, but chose Purchased outright a one-and-a-half-story house in the Pine Tree neighborhood.

As for the houses on Mule Street?

Of course he would not give up. He first repaired it in the simplest way and then rented it out - as long as the price was about ten to twenty percent lower, many people would be willing to rent there for their dreams.

And him?

Naturally, I borrowed the power of such dreams and continued to climb.

Just like this moment!

Exploded houses should be sold at low prices, right?

Although it was badly damaged, the location was very good. With a little repair, he could live in it and rent out the newly purchased house, which would be another amount of rent.

Moreover, he helped the house owner ask for compensation from the agent. The house owner should thank him, right? Then it would be appropriate to lower the price for him, right?

Heywood's words resonated with the surrounding residents - they were able to move here either because they had gone through a lot of hard work, basically relying on the efforts of two or even three generations to buy a house, or they had been directly ruined, and since then The core areas of the Shire were moved to this fringe area.

But no matter which one it is, with this premise, when they deal with the real estate agents here, they will always pay every penny.

Naturally, the relationship between the two parties will not be much better.

Now if one party is unlucky, the other party is naturally happy.

Heywood naturally expected this.

He concealed his joy and prepared to continue the fire.

But at this moment——

"Ahhh!"

"Corpse!"

"So many corpses!"

Neighbors who were cleaning up the ruins suddenly let out pitiful cries.

Heywood ran over, and when the black-hearted landlord saw the scene clearly before his eyes, he was trembling all over - in a deep pit hidden under the bedroom, ten corpses were placed in an orderly manner, five in a row. Two rows facing each other, showing a standing posture.

Of course, this is not the most important thing.

Most importantly, he recognized the two freshest corpses.

One is the house owner and the other is the real estate agent.

When he bought the house here, the real estate agent took him to familiarize himself with the entire neighborhood, and the homeowner happened to be walking in the yard.

The two even exchanged greetings.

He also learned from the agent that the other party had just moved here.

"Call the police!"

While Heywood was still trembling, a neighbor shouted, but Heywood covered his mouth.

Heywood, who was trembling with fear just now, stood up with a serious expression at this time.

"Can't call the police!"

"If you call the police, we will be finished - you also used all your wealth and accumulated generations to buy the house here, right? Once the price of the house here drops, our losses will be unimaginable.

Even if we live here, we will become the object of ridicule. Those who once envied us will definitely laugh at us mercilessly at this time!

Is this the result you want? "

Heywood questioned those around him.

No one spoke.

Because none of them want to encounter such a result.

Some people who had spent two or even three generations' savings to move here were already at a loss. One young couple in particular started sobbing in the crowd.

"We need to protect our property!

We cannot expect anything from others!

You can only rely on yourself! "

Haywood said again.

"But, but the body..."

Someone pointed at the corpse in the pit, their faces full of bewilderment. Almost everyone standing here had such an expression.

They knew it was wrong to hide the body.

But they can't really give up the house they worked so hard for.

"Then we burn the body?"

Someone suggested.

Immediately, someone moved.

"Yes, burn it!"

"Anyway, a fire just broke out here. If it burns down, you won't be able to see anything at all!"

"That's right!"

"No one will find out!"

More people started to agree.

Then, everyone's eyes turned to Heywood - because of his performance just now, Heywood unconsciously became the leader of everyone present.

Haywood felt the change.

But he was not complacent.

He knew that such a leader did not have any actual benefits at the moment. Once a problem occurred, he would have to be pushed out as a scapegoat.

But even if he was hanged, he still had to keep his house.

"Some people come and stop those damn patrols."

"The remaining people should quickly dispose of the body."

"I'm going to ask someone who can save us - it may cost a sum of money, are you willing?"

At this time, the people around me had already nodded their heads as to what other options they had.

"I'll come back as quickly as possible!"

As Heywood said that, he turned around and left, and the man carrying the box, holding an umbrella, and carrying a scary doll had already appeared in his mind.

After that day, out of caution, he made some inquiries.

And now is when it comes in handy!

Heywood did not go directly to Kirk Street.

Instead, he rushed to Mouse Street first!

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