Vodafak region, Yanam city.

November 30, rain.

There are few pedestrians on the streets in late winter.

In a dark alley that was not illuminated by street lights, Geralt inserted a rusty thin wire into the keyhole of a certain door and twisted it gently.

"clatter."

The lock cylinder made a slight collision sound, and the door was easily opened.

Geralt grinned and smiled silently.

The smile cracked his dry, stained lips, revealing a few streaks of blood.

Most Asian houses do not hire housekeepers.

Those stingy yellow-skinned people are even stingier than the forest spirits.

Not to mention hiring a housekeeper, the time to turn on the lights every night must be accurate to the minute, which is really... incredible.

Geralt gently locked the door with his backhand, feeling a little excited inside.

This caused his mouth to feel dry.

He picked out a dry cigarette butt from his pocket and chewed it slowly in his mouth.

When the last bit of astringency dissipates, place the cigarette butt under your tongue.

Geralt walked lightly in the corridor covered with "black velvet" carpets, recalling in his mind the results of his "stepping in" these days:

This is the old town of Yanan City, No. 33 Walker Street.

A three-story apartment building.

This apartment has three floors, with 5 rooms on each floor and a common bathroom.

I don’t know what year this three-story apartment building was built, but the building has undergone serious aging.

The white paint on the exterior wall has peeled off, and a large area of ​​dark green ivy has invaded the entire south wall.

According to Geralt's conservative judgment, the wall has been completely destroyed by the ivy's root system.

Just a heavy rain may cause the whole surface to collapse.

Even the worst coal miner will think carefully before renting this apartment.

Only the stingiest Asians would buy a house like this.

Geralt has deep hostility towards Asians,

Because those guys occupied the place that should belong to him and made money that should belong to him.

Since the empire opened up immigration, those yellow-skinned guys have poured in in large numbers,

And quickly took root in the greatest land in the world.

They are different from everyone else in this land.

As long as it's money-making work, they will do anything.

And no matter what he does, he works extremely hard.

Geralt rolled his eyes and looked at the decorations in the hall, and licked the cigarette butt under his tongue, even though it had no taste at all.

If an Asian boy hadn't taken his job selling cigarettes, he could still be living well without having to be a thief——

As long as he sells 10 cigarettes a day, his boss will use two brand-new "Boning Evening News" on the first two days of each month to wrap up coins worth 1 pound and put them in the small handbag where he sells cigarettes every day.

In the box.

This pound of coins and banknotes, smelling of fresh ink, was enough for him to eat brown bread with bacon, drink mint-flavored mush, and live in a youth apartment with blinds for a month.

Everything was ruined by a yellow-skinned boy.

Geralt chewed the cigarette butt unconsciously, but he still couldn't imagine how that kid sold 200 cigarettes in one day.

He stopped himself from thinking any more.

I'm here to make money today.

He wants to take back everything that Asians have taken from him.

He walked gently to the living room. In the most conspicuous position, Geralt noticed a picture frame.

On the photo frame are two young Asians.

Geralt couldn't tell the age of the Asians, he just felt that the two of them looked very young.

The one on the left is the owner of this apartment.

When Geralt visited the location, he had already figured out his daily routine.

He often leaves Walker Street at 6 a.m. with the workers.

He did not go to the Yanan Industrial Zone with the workers, but took the No. 108 steam bus to leave.

Geralt only knew that this bus was heading to the city center.

He didn't go with him,

Because the fare for the No. 108 steam bus was enough for him to buy a brown bread with butter and two slices of bacon.

The man went out at 6 o'clock in the morning,

Take the last steam bus No. 108 back,

Get off at 10:10pm,

Entered the house at 10:18 pm.

For 35 consecutive days, the time fluctuates within 5 minutes every day.

Geralt thought of a fancy word.

self-discipline.

Thinking of this, he turned to look at the clock on the north side of the hall.

It's 9pm sharp now.

There is still 1 hour and 18 minutes until the owner of the apartment returns.

It was enough for him to search the entire apartment and even sleep for half an hour on the soft bed of the owner of the mansion!

Even though his smile would break his chapped lips, Geralt still smiled.

He looked at the person on the right in the album.

The person was obviously a girl, with long hair, holding the arm of the owner of the apartment, her head slightly tilted, leaning on his shoulder.

The background of the two people is white clouds and the sea - this photo was taken on a certain ship.

The strange thing is that this girl has no face.

To be precise, her face was painted over with ink, and her appearance was completely unclear.

Geralt sneered.

He was used to seeing wealthy businessmen looking for new loves after getting rich.

I brought those yellow-skinned girls with thin arms and thin legs from my hometown,

Nothing can compare to the hot and hospitable imperial girl.

Yellow skin loves the new and hates the old,

The owner of this apartment is obviously no exception.

Judging from this photo, the owner of this apartment, the yellow-skinned man, must be struggling internally.

Geralt thought.

He must be convincing himself not to think about or look at the girl he used to be.

He scratched the girl's face in the photo just because he didn't want to see the girl again.

And keeping this photo reminds me of my old love.

Hey, I've seen a lot of yellow-skinned guys like this.

He came to the desk in the corner and found 1 penny on the table.

1 pound = 50 shillings

1 shilling = 120 pence

You can't even buy a piece of black bread for 1 penny.

The two pitiful coins obviously couldn't satisfy his appetite, so he opened the first drawer under the table.

There is no money in the drawer, only a note.

Geralt picked up the note and saw it read:
To be continued...