"Who is it?" Mick asked the old man softly.

The old man blinked and replied: "It seems to be a woman in her 20s in Room 202 downstairs."

"It's so early in the morning, she doesn't have to go to work?"

"I just moved here from Serbia a week ago and haven't had time to find a job yet."

Kawei saw Mick wink at him, thought for a moment and then replied: "Well, I'm here, what's wrong?"

"I'd like to borrow something from Mrs. Cahill downstairs. Are they still here?"

"No more." Kawei glanced at the body at his feet, "I left a long time ago."

"...It's strange, there's no one at home, where are they?"

Kawei made up a random reason: "I guess I went shopping."

"Um, maybe...excuse me."

It was quiet again outside the door.

"gone?"

The assistant at the door nodded.

Mick received a positive reply and suddenly put away his pistol. Not only did he let the old man sit back in the chair, but he also put away his murderous intention: "Forget it, get up."

The old man was overjoyed, but his face remained calm: "Thank you Mr. Mick, I won't dare to do it again."

"It was this woman who made me change my mind. If you want to thank her, just go and thank her."

Mick sighed and put the old man aside, took out another document from the suitcase and handed it to Kavi: "Andre didn't have a will, all he had was a charge of [extortion, attempted murder]

.His property has been nationalized and now I will transfer it to you on behalf of the country."

Kawei looked at the "contract" in front of him with mixed feelings in his heart.

Pies in the sky never fall into the sky, let alone a house with a monthly rent of more than 50 kronor. But Mick's gun is still outside, and it takes a lot of courage to refuse the so-called gift.

"What? You don't want it?"

"Haha, I don't dare to ask for it." Kawei said, relying on Inspector Witte's words, "Many people have died in Building 73 recently. It is really evil."

"Oh, you have to." Mick turned to the last page of the document and revealed a slightly awkward signature, "Anyway, my name has been signed for you, I just wanted to give you a look."

Kavi:......

"What you have to do is help keep an eye on these tenants, who comes, who leaves, who has met whom, who likes whom, who hates whom, who does what job, what are their hobbies, and what is the specific purpose of coming here?

What, anyway, you can report any information to me."

"Eyeliner?"

"Roughly the same."

Kawei looked at the document in his hand and finally understood the relationship between the old man 303 and Mick. The building was Andre's property, but the people living in it were all seen by the old man one by one, and controlled behind his back.

It's all about Mick.

"But I just got a job in a hospital and I'm usually away from home."

"Simple, quit. You can keep half of the rent, and food, drink, and food will not be a problem."

"This is impossible!"

Kawei can eat the worst bread and live in the trashiest low-rent housing, but he cannot lose his job. This is not just about loving his career, but also preserving a path for advancement.

Seeing that the old man who had worked hard at the grassroots level for six years was still taking risks for a few kroner, Kawei was very convinced of this.

But reservations are reservations, and he must give a reasonable explanation: "Mr. Mick, it's not that I don't want to, but that Teacher Ignatz is too persistent. If I quit my job suddenly, he won't

As for being suspicious, he will stare at me like a bee smelling nectar."

Kawei did a good job of deflecting the conflict. After all, Ignatz is also a baron and a social celebrity, so he can put some pressure on the other party.
Chapter completed!