The sun rose, and a new day had arrived. Rekar got up early in the morning, and his anger had not subsided yet.
Yesterday, when he was looking for the high priest outside, he accidentally heard someone say that they had seen this person. He thought that the high priest should be a homeless person on the streets or in the park.
But he did not expect that the person who saw the high priest said that he had seen this person in the shopping mall in downtown Bupain, and that he had bought a lot of things.
After a brief denial, Rekar was furious in an instant!
He realized that he might have been deceived.
That's right, how could that damn old man not have money? With his wealth in Nagalar, even if he only took out a part to satisfy the appetite of those people in the joint development company, the rest was enough for him to live a luxurious life in the Federation!
He was deceived, deceived by a man who claimed to be his father for more than 20 years. This man never thought of letting him inherit any property!
After searching for a day without any results, he came back and went to bed early.
He did not drink, smoke, watch TV, have sex, or abuse. In order to have more time to look for the old man today, it might be the first time in his life that he went to bed and woke up so early.
He made something to eat. It tasted a little strange and a little rancid.
But it didn't matter. As a Nagalarian, eating spoiled food was like a natural skill. His sense of taste could subconsciously ignore the strange taste, and by the second bite, he could no longer detect it.
He looked at the map. Yesterday, he found a lot of communities. Today, he would go to a more advanced community. He needed a plan.
After studying abroad, he more or less understood some ways to be more efficient at work.
At the same time, a community security patrol officer was wandering around the neighborhood.
He was an agent arranged by the Safety Committee to monitor Rekar. As a newcomer, this kind of work with little value was often given to the newcomers. This was also the characteristic of the Safety Committee, and even more Federation agencies.
While eating a bacon and egg sandwich that cost a dollar, he stared at the house leisurely. Today was another day that was no different from any other day.
He thought so, and sometimes he questioned the significance of the work that his superiors arranged for him. He felt that he was purely wasting his time.
Fortunately, as long as he waited until the end of this month, he could leave the level of "newcomer" and do other work.
At this time, a young man walked towards him with a note in his hand and looked at him from afar.
This gave the Safety Committee agent a feeling that "this person should have something to help with". He finished the breakfast sandwich in a few bites, clapped his hands, and looked at the man.
"Sir, I couldn't find this place for a long time. Is it here?"
The Safety Committee agent took the note. The address on it was indeed this community, but he was unfamiliar with the further address.
"I'm not sure if your house number is correct, but I can help you check this … mister."
. "There was a person's name on the note, but the house number..
In the Federation, the house number was usually XX Street XX Number or XX Community XX Number, followed by the detailed house number. This house number was not within the boundaries of this community.
............
He wasn't sure, but he could check the residents' files to see if there was such a person.
Since it was early in the morning, those people might not have woken up yet, and he had nothing to do.
Amidst the young man's surprise and gratitude, he felt that he would have a meaningful morning.
The two of them headed to the duty room together. The moment he left, two young men came out from behind the bushes and swiftly entered Ricar's house.
It was early in the morning, and everyone in the house was sleeping except for Rekar.
When someone pushed the door open, Rekar heard the sound, but he didn't get up. Young people often came to his place, and he was too lazy to open and close the door again and again.
He was still thinking about how to find the high priest and how to force him to give up the money.
Until … the footsteps approached, he realized that something was wrong.
The floor was paved, and they were all wearing loose and comfortable shoes — mainly sports shoes, which were cheaper.
Leather shoes were expensive, and maintenance was troublesome. The others didn't have leather shoes, but Rekar used to have them. When he was short on money, he sold them all. Now he was also wearing sports shoes.
But the sound that echoed in the room was the sound of leather shoes on the floor.
When he turned around, he saw two … strangely dressed young men.
They were all dressed in formal attire: brown silk shirts, a light brown waistcoat, a dark coat, and a trench coat.
They also had pocket watch chains on their chests. To be honest, the people of Bupayne didn't like to wear pocket watches now. Everyone liked watches.
However, no matter what, this outfit was very formal. It was enough for them to attend any occasion without being impolite.
But they were also wearing a cap made of jade, which was very strange.
"I've never seen you before."
Rekar got up. He didn't realize that danger was approaching, and he didn't think that the high priest, who had always cherished him, would find a way to kill him.
He never thought so, so he wasn't vigilant.
The two young men saw that Rekar didn't run away and didn't shout. They looked at each other and found it interesting.
One of the guys on the left smiled and said, "Someone asked me to bring you a message, sir."
Rekar was a little confused. "Who?"
Then he asked again, "What is it?"
The man walked in front of him and leaned forward, as if to whisper a message in his ear. He also curiously focused his attention on what he was about to hear.
He heard the man say —
"God is calling you …"
Rekar's scalp suddenly went numb. The next moment, when he wanted to leave, another person was already standing behind him and strangling his neck with his arm.
And the man in front of him directly stabbed him in the chest with the long dagger in his hand.
The first stab, he could still struggle, but the second stab pierced his heart. In an instant, all his strength flowed out of the wound in his heart, and his whole body went limp.
Then he stabbed him seven or eight more times, and the man strangling his neck let go of his arm.
Rekar suddenly collapsed on the ground, his eyes wide open.
His heart almost stopped beating, but he was still conscious and could hold on for about twenty seconds.
The guy with the long dagger in his hand squatted down and wiped the delicate dagger stained with blood on his body.
The two of them stood by his side and watched him die before quickly leaving.
At this time, the security committee agent in charge of monitoring Rekar also helped the gentleman who couldn't find the place find the problem.
"Look, we're at 169 on 17th Street. Your address is written as 169 on 117th Street, so you're at the wrong place."
He finally found the problem. The person who wrote this note was a little careless, which made the number very different. At first glance, it looked like 17th Street, but in fact, it was 117th.
He also called the service company for the young man, and they confirmed that there was such a resident.
The young man kept thanking the security committee agent for his help and said that he wanted to write a thank-you letter.
This gave the security committee agent, who had always been in a boring life, a lot of satisfaction, and at the same time, a lot of boring time.
After telling the young man how to take the city's public transportation to 117th Street, he started his official work.
He wandered around the neighborhood. The house was no different from when he left. There were no signs of invasion, no screams, no chaos, everything was the same as every morning before!
He already started to imagine that after the 'newbie period' was over, he would be given such a heavy responsibility by the security committee. Would he become the main character in some movie or novel, going against an organization or even a country alone?
The future was filled with hope and anticipation!
Until … a scream pierced the peace of the neighborhood!
Soon Lynch received a call from Noel. "Mr. Lynch, Mr. Rekar has accepted the call of God and left us."
"Did he leave peacefully?"
"Very peacefully!"
After Lynch hung up, he called the high priest. "I'm sorry to disturb you at this time, but I just heard some very bad news. I don't know if I should tell you."
The high priest was not used to the hypocrisy of the Federation. He was startled before he reacted. "What is it?"
He already had a guess, but when the answer was about to come, he realized that he was not sad at all. Instead, he was looking forward to it.
"Mr. Rekar has accepted the call of God and left us forever. He left peacefully."
The high priest had a faint smile on his face. "This is really bad news!"
"My condolences. If there's anything I can do to help, please call me at any time."
Lynch's voice was filled with sorrow.
The high priest let out a long sigh of relief. "I will. Thank you so much for passing the news to me!"
"Then … I'll see you later?"
"See you later!"
Rekar's death was not news to Boone at all. Perhaps his house would become news.
According to the Federation's laws, if the owner of real estate died and no one inherited his real estate, then these real estate would be auctioned.
If someone bid and won the auction, then they would be the new owner.
And the money from the auction would be put into the public finances.
If no one bid, then these real estate would be taken back by the Federation government.
People would only be interested in the house, not what happened here.
As everyone knew, the concept of haunted houses was only effective for the rich. For the poor, the price was the core of their concern.