Chapter Twenty-Five: The Killing Comes True

This book not only records the detailed family members and characteristics of a household, but also records the relatives and friends of these households, those people will come often, those people will come once a long time, the most shocking thing is that it is specifically noted that those people have a certain influence in those aspects, and those people must be notified immediately......

Turning to the lower half, Zhang Yang was even more dumbfounded, there are only more than 100 households in this alley, and the lower half is actually all the floating population in the alley, including waste pickers, vegetable sellers, etc., are clearly recorded.

Looking at this thick information, Zhang Yang couldn't help but be impressed by Xiao Yuanxing, and the manpower and material resources needed to collect such a complete information were unimaginable.

What kind of organization is this?

Zhang Yang looked at the bookstore owner who was engrossed in sorting out some broken books, it was obvious that this bookstore owner was also in charge of this alley, but he didn't know what his specific job was?

"Young man, what are you looking at?"

"Ah...... No, no, no ......" The bookstore owner suddenly raised his head, and the lenses flashed, startling Zhang Yang.

"Do your own thing, you only have a week to read this information." The bookstore owner bowed his head again.

"Oh."

Zhang Yang once again strongly felt that this glasses boss was like the administrator of the school library, the only difference was that the surname was different.

This information must be very important, a week, that is, it takes him a week to memorize this household information, and then monitor the Hutongkou against this information, which is undoubtedly a difficult task for ordinary people.

Zhang Yang immediately understood why Liu Biao couldn't recruit his subordinates, and it was estimated that anyone who saw this thick household registration book would have a headache.

"Can I get out of here during this week?" Zhang Yang asked.

The bookstore owner raised his head abruptly, and his eyes were fixed on Zhang Yang. Zhang Yang felt a cold aura spread in the air, he didn't understand why he felt this way, but this feeling was definitely real

"Ahem...... I just want to look inside the alley, familiar with the familiar ......"

"Yes."

The bookstore owner's tense eyes relaxed, and he said lightly.

"Thank you."

As soon as the bookstore owner's voice fell, Zhang Yang had already run out of the house, and the bookstore owner was stunned for a moment, seeing that the household registration book was still on the table, he couldn't help but have a sneer on his face, and easily collected the household registration book again.

This is an alley that is more than 200 meters long, the alley looks like a straight line distance, in fact, there are several arcs in the middle, these arcs are very ingenious, just the car can not enter, and there are several deceleration obstacles in the alley, which should make motorcycles and bicycles unable to accelerate.

After entering more than 200 meters, after a small turn, Zhang Yang had a feeling of sudden enlightenment, the space inside was not small, row after row of bungalows, many children and women were playing in front of the bungalows to dry quilts.

When Zhang Yang walked in, he saw a two-story building at first sight, which was the only building, and there was also a row of dense houses behind the building.

After walking for more than an hour, Zhang Yang found that although there is a lot of space in it, there are many large and small alleys, but there is only one way to go out, except for the alley entrance that came in, and he can no longer go out.

It wasn't until noon that Zhang Yang walked out of the alley and returned to the bookstore, so tired that he was panting.

"There's a loaf of bread and a bottle of mineral water." When the bookstore owner saw Zhang Yang coming back, he pointed to the top of the bookshelf and said.

"Hehe, I'm hungry." Zhang Yang sneered.

"This is the first time, and the last time, if you don't take it as an example, I don't care about food here." The bookstore owner looked at a book in his hand without raising his head.

"Oooh......"

Zhang Yang took two bites of bread and looked at the time, pulled out a web novel from the bookshelf, sat on a chair and read it, and the bookstore owner just took a look at it and buried his head in reading, as if Zhang Yang had nothing to do with him at all.

"Boss, my surname is Zhang, and others call me Zhangyang, I don't know your surname?" Zhang Yang flipped through a few pages, couldn't find a feeling, put it on the bookshelf again, and asked without words.

"Call me Lao Li." The bookstore owner pushed his eyes, but still didn't look up.

"Oh...... Lao Li ...... Will this bookstore be able to feed people? It seems that business is not good. Zhang Yang glanced at the tattered old books on the shelves, and it was obvious that the books in this bookstore could not keep up with the speed of the Internet, and there should be no business.

"I'm not short of money, I'm waiting for someone here."

"Wait for someone! Waiting for whom? ”

"You don't understand." Lao Li had a lonely expression.

“…… Lao Li, Song Tao is here, I'll go first. ”

Zhang Yang saw Song Tao walk in with a sad face, and immediately stood up and said hello to Song Tao and then slipped away, this book house was as lifeless as a coffin, Zhang Yang didn't like the atmosphere here, and that Lao Li didn't seem to like to talk than him.

Coming out of the bookstore, Zhang Yang immediately bought a folder and paper in the store, he must do one thing now, after seeing the household registration book, Zhang Yang's first thought is that it is impossible for Liu Biao to remember the information of all the people on it in just a week, let alone be familiar with everyone in the alley, as Liu Biao's friend, Zhang Yang wants to sort out the household registration book for Liu Biao to make it easy to remember.

"Knock Knock ......"

When Zhang Yang was busy, suddenly, there were a few gentle knocks on the door, which made Zhang Yang feel very strange, you know, everyone in their dormitory has a key, and more importantly, the door is just hidden now, and it can be opened with a light push, who still needs to knock on the door?

"Knock knock ......" The knock on the door continued, although the sound was very small, I don't know why, Zhang Yang actually heard a trace of firm meaning from the rhythmic voice, it seemed that no one promised that the people outside would not leave.

"Come in!" Zhang Yang was a little helpless.

"Publicity!"

As soon as the door was pushed open, a voice full of anger rang out, and Zhang Yang jumped on the bed like a spring in fright.

"You...... What are you doing? Zhang Yang stammered and looked at the door, and his willow eyebrows were upside down, and Xiao Yiran was upside down.

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