Building Manager

Chen Miemie sat on the sofa, his brain working furiously as he began to recall everything that had happened before.

He had arrived in this world right in this very room, so he had subconsciously assumed all along that this was his home.

Thinking about it now, there were simply too many suspicious points, only he had been ignoring them.

Old Li from Old Li's Fruit Stand downstairs didn't know him;

Madame Jin's family on the second floor didn't know him;

Joker in apartment 1805 on the same floor didn't know him either.

If he had lived here all year round, how could none of the people here have ever seen him?

Also.

In the room's wardrobe, which he had searched when it was cold on the night of the first Frost Moon, there were none of his clothes.

Chen Miaomiao said the Komorebi Teahouse where the blind date was held was very close to home. He had felt it wasn't close at the time, after all, it took 8 stops to get to the Paradise Station. It turned out that it was close to Apartment 1803 in the Paradise Building.

The bodyguard King Kong sent by class monitor Yue Junyang couldn't find him near his home. Of course he couldn't, because the address King Kong went to wasn't this current one!

So, where is this place, and why did I wake up here?

Why was Chen Miaomiao's cross-city express delivery sent to this address?

And why did the female assassin Ash try to assassinate him here?

Chen Miemie's mind was a tangled mess.

Fortunately, there was now a brain trust at home.

Previously, only Qinghua could offer ideas. Bobo was simple-minded, so there was only one advisor, not enough to form a group.

Now with the addition of Loop, the strategy group had finally increased to two members, allowing for different voices to be heard.

Familiars were absolutely trustworthy. Chen Miemie believed in them, just as they completely believed in Chen Miemie.

Because Loop had just joined, everyone sorted through the previous situation once more.

Qinghua said, How about you go meet up with your mentor first? The school having you registered as dead is also a hassle. Plus, you can go check out your real home, maybe you will find something new.

Loop said, You are the recipient of the cross-city express delivery. You should be able to go to the courier company to check the details of this order, to see if the sender is really Chen Miaomiao, and if the delivery address was modified by someone. At the same time, you can also go to the relevant municipal registration agency to check who the owner of this house is.

Chen Miemie was overjoyed.

Having a brain trust really made a difference.

He was still completely confused, but these two great generals had already provided him with two lines of thought.

Furthermore, Loop continued, it seems you guys did not know that the half glass of water on the nightstand in Chen Miemie's bedroom was poisoned?

Half a glass of water? Chen Miemie remembered the cup by his bed that he had never touched.

Poisoned? Qinghua felt a lingering fear, shocked that the dangers around Chen Miemie had not been completely eliminated.

How do you know it is poisoned? Bobo expressed a desire to also join the brain trust, desperately trying to make his presence known.

I have Mystery level medical abilities. I can tell at a glance whether something is poisoned or not. That is a poison that is lethal even in trace amounts.

Chen Miemie nodded continuously.

The benefits of having a medical professional at home were immediately apparent.

So a new question arises: since an assassin was already sent, why still use poison? Is it double insurance, or are there two separate hidden factions?

Let us go. We will go check out Apartment 1803 in the Paradise Building first. Later on, I still have to make a trip to the school. That little girl homeroom teacher insists on seeing me with her own eyes before she will change my death status.

Just as Chen Miemie was getting ready to head out.

His watch received a new message.

Time: 13:00

Sender: Sixiang City Hall (City-wide mass broadcast)

Content: Attention all citizens. Sixiang City is facing a massive crisis. Over the next three weeks, mist will randomly appear within the city. The city's entire combat force has been deployed to fully maintain stability. There is no need to panic excessively.

From this moment on, for the next three weeks, all work and school are suspended, traffic is restricted, and martial law is declared city-wide. Entry and exit through the city gates without valid reason are prohibited. Temporary supply distribution points will be set up near major buildings. Residents may go to collect supplies when it is relatively safe.

Chen Miemie: ...

Great, now it is going to be difficult to go out. The buses might even be suspended.

Loop held a different opinion: No, we should head out right now. The City Hall's message was just sent. People who went out this morning will still need public transportation even if they head home immediately. Besides, for an event with such a huge impact and happening so suddenly, the entire city's operations cannot just grind to a halt instantly. There definitely needs to be a buffer period.

Loop, you do not seem like a nurse, you seem like a strategist.

Chen Miemie brought along Loop, who had put on concealing woolen pants, carried Bobo and Qinghua on his back, and left the house.

Sure enough, there were still buses running.

Forty minutes later, they arrived at the Paradise Building.

Chen Miemie was rich now and had wanted to take a taxi, but it turned out there was no such thing here. Aside from private cars, there were only buses and special vehicles.

Special vehicles referred to municipal vehicles, school buses, and other dedicated institutional vehicles.

Chen Miemie did not have the key to Apartment 1803 here.

He sought out the building manager.

There was no reason a bodyguard could get the door opened after filing a record, but a homeowner like him could not.

The building manager's office, which also served as the front desk, was fixed on the first floor of the building.

The manager was a middle-aged man with a full beard.

When Chen Miemie found him, he was praying.

Not just anyone could be a building manager; they were generally either municipal staff or members of the Sun and Moon Church.

This man was probably from the Church.

You are the resident of Apartment 1803? Let me check.

Hm? Mr. Manager, you do not know me? You have not seen me before? Chen Miemie frowned.

Ah, right. My surname is Qin. I was just transferred here today, so I do not know any of you residents.

Uncle Qin, then where did the previous manager go?

Dead. He unfortunately perished yesterday during the Day Without Tomorrow.

Chen Miemie and Loop exchanged a glance.

How could it be such a coincidence? They had originally wanted to find that manager to ask him face-to-face about the situation when King Kong went upstairs, but the person died right as they arrived?

This newly arrived manager was clearly very unfamiliar with the work. He was a novice and fiddled around for a long time.

Found it. Your name is Chen Miemie, right? The homeowner is your mother, Chen Miaomiao. Alright, fill out an application form here to make a registration record.

Loop interjected, Who can see this registration record?

Uncle Qin chuckled and said, Besides the manager, it can only be checked at the municipal or Church archives departments.

Loop followed up, It is understandable that the municipality can check the records, but why can the Church check them too?

When Loop was not acting crazy, she was an absolute super beauty. Uncle Qin seemed very willing to talk to her:

You are right. This is related to the manager's background. The Church has a special privilege in all cities to freely collect intelligence. If a manager is from the Church, they will habitually bring various materials back to the Church for information recording. This is legal.

Then the previous manager was a member of the Church?

No, he was municipal staff. Alright, the form is filled out. I will take you up.

Apartment 1803.

Uncle Qin opened the door.

It was also a two-bedroom, one-living-room layout, but the area was larger, and the layout was completely different.

The atmosphere of daily life here was very strong. The kitchen was fully stocked with pots and pans, and there was even a smelly sock on the sofa.

Chen Miemie walked into the two bedrooms one by one.

The wardrobe in one of them had a lot of men's clothing, while the other was completely empty.

"Uncle Qin, can you leave the room key for me?"

"If you insist, fine. There's only one spare key. You were supposed to submit a new spare key to me within three days, but with the whole city under martial law now, I guess you won't have time to make a copy."

"Thank you, Uncle."

"But let me make it clear to you, if you have any problems later, don't come looking for me, hehe, because looking for me won't be of any use."

Uncle Qin left alone.

Chen Miemie sat in the living room, having no impression of this place at all.

"I don't like this room. I still prefer the one I lived in before," Chen Miemie said.

"Me too." times 3.

Qinghua, Bobo, and Loop all felt the same way.

It wasn't that this house was bad, but because in this house, the center of the ceiling in each room was painted not with a moon, but with a sun.

"Then... shall we move back?"

"Okay!" times 3.

Chen Miemie's watch received a message again.

It was his little-girl homeroom teacher urging him to hurry over to the school.

Half an hour later.

School.

Fengling ran her hands all over Chen Miemie, patting and poking him non-stop.

"You really are still alive!"

"Teach, listen to what you're saying. Does that mean you still didn't believe me when I messaged you earlier?"

"Nonsense, you practically had 'scammer' written all over your face. You said you were at home, so we went to your house, and then you hit us with 'I'm somewhere else'. Are you messing with me?"

The situation was too complicated, and Chen Miemie didn't know how to explain it to Fengling.

"Sigh, don't mention it. I even lost my house key and just got the spare from the manager to open the door."

"The manager? You mean that old man who likes to sit at the door and look at people with a lecherous gaze?" Fengling showed a look of disdain, clearly having recalled some unpleasant memories.

"No, it's the new manager, a middle-aged uncle."

"They finally replaced him? Good riddance. When I went to your house just now, that old man even tried to get close to me. Hmph, every year when I do a home visit for you, that old geezer acts like that."

Chen Miemie stiffly turned his head and asked, emphasizing every word, "Teach, do you mean that when you went there just now, the manager was still that same old man? He was alive and spoke to you?"

"Chen Miemie, are you suspecting me of having amnesia? It's only been a little over an hour, how could I remember wrong? Liu Bo was also there at the time, go ask him."

After a few seconds of silence, Chen Miemie spoke again, "That lecherous old man you mentioned is probably dead by now."

Fengling frowned. "Just died? Who killed him?"

"A bearded uncle who claimed to be the new manager."

"How do you know?"

"Because when I went there, I must have bumped right into him before he had time to leave."