For the old building at 73 Basinger Street, tenants are a very fickle thing.

Maybe last month a Hungarian tourist couple who loves photography moved in, and this month a Romanian worker who likes to go fishing on the Danube River will move in. In a few months, he may become a bad Italian gambler.

In addition, you will also encounter Serbs, Ukrainians, Russians, Bulgarians in the east, Czechs, Poles in the north, Croats, Slovenes in the south...the variety is so diverse that it is dazzling.

Here, everyone is a mixed bag, and everyone has their own lease period, which can be as short as one or two months, or as long as two or three years.

But the old man in Room 303 seems to have never considered the lease term. He has been living in No. 73 since six years ago. He has no job, but he can pay the rent on time and ensure that he has enough food and drink. He doesn't have a spouse at home.

The children live a very simple life alone.

In the eyes of outsiders, even Kawei, he is just a dying old man with no sense of existence.

But now it seems that he and Mick have known each other for a long time.

Once you have a relationship with Mick, even ordinary things will become extremely complicated. Looking at this place, Kawei knows very well that he has been completely trapped. It is impossible to separate the relationship, and he can only choose to be as free as possible.

Save.

"Do you know why that damn fat guy came to see me?" Mick became interested, "Tell me about it."

Kawei stood up and crossed the two couples in Room 102, walked carefully to the desk, and took out a map from the drawer. The entire process was carried out under the surveillance of Mick's 12mm caliber percussion gun.

"After you left that day, I specially found the location of the library and marked it. The day before yesterday, Mr. Andre came to see me and probably turned over the desk while I was away, so..."

Mick is not stupid. He looked at the map and quickly discovered the problem: "You mean, this fat guy just circled the name 'Mick' and thought that I killed Rosa?"

"this......"

Kawei glanced at the old man meaningfully: "Because Mr. Andre said that he saw you entering my room that day and mistakenly thought that you and I were in the same group, so he wanted to extort money. Unfortunately, I am penniless.

I guess he thought it wasn't enough, so he went to your place to get some profit."

Mick narrowed his eyes slightly and immediately noticed something was wrong. He moved the gun to the old man's forehead again: "Andre saw me when 302 died that day? Why didn't I know?"

"I do not know either!"

While the old man denied it repeatedly, he immediately pointed the trouble to Kawei: "Mr. Mick, I have been with you for so long, and you know best who I am. I have never said a word about this matter, and I never would have done so before.

, and it won’t happen in the future, so this kid must have said it!”

"Not you?"

"no!"

"Are you sure it was him who leaked the secret?"

"Yes, it must be him!"

The dirty water poured on Kawei quickly caused a strange chemical reaction with the idea of ​​protecting himself wisely in his mind. Coupled with the catalyst of 303's previous tip to Andre, the reaction became extremely violent.

The result of the reaction was that Kawei had the idea of ​​​​killing 303 completely.

This time, his life was at stake, and it was no longer a temporary impulse, but a real murderous intention.

However, Mick, who presided over their life and death, was quite fair. He not only paid attention to evidence, but also gave people enough opportunities to explain, so Kawei just smiled helplessly and did not immediately refute.

Seeing that he didn't respond, Mick frowned and continued to ask 303: "You said he leaked the secret... then [Mr. Carvey did not leak your identity or whereabouts, he didn't even communicate with you"

Andre has had contact with me.] Who reported this news to me? Is it because the information you gave me was wrong?"

"No, no." The old man was frightened when he was asked: "The news and the actual situation often overlap in time. It is true that he had never been in contact with Andre before, but then..."

"Later? Which came later?"

"The night of February 27th."

"The day before yesterday?"

"right."

"Since it was the day before yesterday, why didn't you report it? Don't tell me that you don't know, the news of that fat man's death was in the newspapers!" Mick's tone gradually became higher, and a circle of gunshot marks was pressed on the old man's wrinkled forehead.

, "You know I hate guys who are irresponsible for their work!"

"No, no, no, no, Mr. Mick, please listen to my explanation."

"Oh? How can this be explained?"

A smile suddenly broke out on Mick's stern face, but his finger subconsciously pressed down on the cold trigger: "Give you a minute, tell me quickly, don't let me down!"

The old man was really anxious. At the end of winter at the end of February, he broke out in a cold sweat. He knew very well that in this situation, Mick would collapse at any time, and he would continue to lie without paying attention to both ends. In the end, he would just

bring about the opposite effect.

The only chance of survival is to take a chance and tell the truth.

"I did mention something about you to Mr. Andre before." The old man was afraid that Mick would be impulsive, so he quickly added a transitional sentence, "But! There is a 'but' here, Mr. Mick! But I only said that.

'Man in Black' definitely didn't say your name!"

"Why do you say it?"

"I just want to borrow Andre's hand to make some extra money..."

Mick sighed: "If this is true, it would make some sense. He heard about the 'Men in Black' from you, then ran to Room 301 and saw the map and name, and finally went to the library to find me...

....But, I also have a but here! But the premise is that all this is true!"

"Mr. Mick, of course these are true!"

"How do you expect me to trust you?"

"I didn't say panic!"

"You said just now that there were no leaks, but what about now?"

"I didn't! I only mentioned, 'The man in black ran from 302 to 301,' and didn't say anything else!"

Mike opened the chair, stood up slowly, and bent the old man's neck with the barrel of the gun in his hand: "No matter what the facts are, your explanation is too pale."

"Mr. Mick, please spare me, I really didn't say anything!!!"

"There are so many people in the library waiting for news. If I don't kill you, how will I work there in the future?"

The old man couldn't find a chance to survive, and in desperation he could only look at Kawei and yelled: "Mr. Kawei, you should know the truth! Mr. Andre must have told you! I have never revealed anything about Mick

'This name! I don't have it!! You must help me!!!"

Kawei wanted to shake his head, then smiled and spread his hands and said "no".

But considering the relationship between the other party and Mick's superiors and his subordinates, as well as Mick's eccentric temper, he still had to choose to tell the truth.

Of course, there are many ways to tell the truth. After thinking for a moment, he picked up the map and chose the most ambiguous one: "Andre did not mention the name 'Mick', and I don't know if he knew it. Maybe it was because of it.

I thought of it after seeing the map, maybe I already knew it before but just happened to not mention it."

The old man's mind went blank after hearing this: "You...you liar!"

"I am telling the truth."

"No, you bastard...Mr. Mick, don't believe him, he is trying to trick me!"

"I can understand everything he says, I don't need you to explain it again."

"I really didn't say that! Really!!!"

"You know best whether you tell me or not!"

"asshole!"

...

"Dong dong~"

"..."

"Dong dong dong~~"

"..."

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door, and room 301 suddenly became quiet, just like the orchestra conductor had drawn a pause.

Deathly quiet.

There were scattered knocks on the door, and beside the door was the young man who called himself an assistant. He guarded the door like a piece of wood and never moved.

On the floor in front of the door were three corpses that had fallen to the ground one after another. They were in different postures, stacked on top of each other in a messy manner, and naturally they would not move.

Beyond the body was the table. Kawei was sitting aside, looking towards the door and waiting for Mick's next reaction. His body seemed completely calm, but his mind did not dare to be still. Faced with the ever-changing situation, he must

Force yourself to repeatedly rehearse various situations you will encounter.

Not far away from him, Mick's eyes were turning on the old man and Kawei, his ears were listening to the door, and he had a gun in his hand, with no intention of moving.

In front of Mick was an old man kneeling on his knees. His head and neck were still pressed by the barrel of the gun on the table, and he didn't dare to move. Tears and sweat were mixed together due to the squeeze of wrinkles on his face, and his expression was miserable.

.

In his whole body, only those eyes still had a glimmer of hope, staring intently at Kawei who was speaking the truth but in his heart he was thinking about how to kill himself.

"..."

The whole room was in a stalemate until the person outside the door spoke and broke the tranquility of 301: "Mr. Carvey? Are you still there?"
To be continued...