"You are extraordinary, who hired you to kill me? He's broken the rules, and neither the Church nor the Iron Knight will allow you to survive after killing so many people. Bazel's face remained calm, and he casually dropped the revolver, sweat streaming down his forehead, but his voice remained steady.

"Let me go, I'll cover it up for you, and I can double the reward for killing me."

"Lies." He Shan got a lot of interesting things from his head, such as the Church, the Iron Knight, and the Extraordinary, but he didn't read what he said about helping to cover up and double the reward.

"Ah!!h Bazel fell to his knees after a short scream, bleeding to death.

"Sure enough, I didn't read anything." He Shan sighed helplessly, for the more tenacious the will, the more difficult the mind-reading superpower is, the forced mind-reading is a kind of spiritual collision, if the other party is tenacious and refuses to yield to others, then the end is that he can't get anything, and the other party dies of pain.

It is precisely for this reason that He Shan will deliberately put pressure on him and let the things in his head float to a shallow level of consciousness.

"Is there really a special power system in this world, the extraordinary?"

"The Iron Knight is an official organization, responsible for maintaining the balance between the extraordinary, so that the extraordinary do not affect ordinary people, and the church also has its own power, so that it can reach a balance with the extraordinary and the royal family."

"It seems that I am looking for an opportunity to enter the circle of the Extraordinary and find out if the calamity is happening in their power system."

He Shan's thoughts turned back and forth in an instant, and after finalizing this matter, he beckoned to grab the cash box hidden in Bazeel's office with telekinetic power.

"Bank card, useless."

"There are only fifty old bills of ten browns, and I don't know if I can buy a house in Uptown, but if I can't rent it, I should be able to rent it."

"What is this?"

He Shan pinched up a round black coin the size of a baby's palm and a jade texture, with a clear 1 engraved on it.

"Let's take it away, except for Bert, the little leader of the Scorpion Gang who took people out to deliver goods, everyone else is dead."

"Let's go around again, wait for Owen to come back at noon, and get him to resign, and we'll go uptown to find a place to stay, and Bert, who delivers the goods, won't be back to Pozval until tomorrow evening, and he'll take care of old Barton in the afternoon, and go to the doctor in the evening."

He Shan didn't stay, and he didn't know what the extraordinary people were capable of, and it would be troublesome if they were caught.

This world is no better than other worlds before, and it is definitely not that simple to let a former Calamity God Reserve hit the streets, so it is better to be careful.

He Shan threw all the corpses into the bar hall, locked the iron door from the outside, and then moved the survivors of the Nine Little One to the sun, and he ignored the two broken legs, hid his body and burrowed into the street, and soon entered the upper city.

According to the slogans of businessmen and thinkers, freedom, democracy, and equality, these six-character mantras are the things that are most needed in today's society.

So Shangcheng District, Xiacheng District, this is just the old saying, and now no one dares to mention it in public, otherwise a hat will be buttoned up, and verbal criticism and writing will drown you.

The walls that separated the two districts have also been torn down, and the boundaries between the two districts are really blurred.

In the end, it was actually used to identify the upper and lower urban areas with the scope of the police department's management, from Chuck's café as the boundary, to the north is the upper city, and to the south is the lower city, but at the junction, there are still no gangs that dare to make trouble.

"1 Brown is equal to 50 Fentin, 1 Fen is equal to 10 Tung, which can be understood simply as 1 Fending is 1 dollar, Brown is 50 dollars, and the shield is a cent, so this 500 Brown is still a lot of money."

He Shan read his mind while walking along the way, collected a lot of information, and basically figured out the monetary system, which is a mess of conversions and strange names.

If they were like many countries on the planet, money is money.

"It's so expensive, five hundred brown can only buy a small bedroom in Uptown, this is 25,000 yuan, the kind without inflation, tsk, the soda factory worker only has a salary of 700 yuan a month."

"Rent a house, don't go with Owen, he probably hasn't been to Uptown either."

After two hours of shopping, He Shan turned around and walked towards a real estate agent's shop in Shangcheng District.

"Ding Dong~"

"Please come in."

"Is Mr. Hull there?" He Shan pushed open the door and saw a middle-aged woman sitting in front of the typewriter, burying her head in typing word by word, she already had an idea in her heart, and opened her mouth to ask.

"Hull? He went out to take the guests. The middle-aged woman glanced up at He Shan and replied casually.

"That's right, I heard last time at Mr. Hull's side that there is a cheap rental house, only fifteen brown a month—" He Shan put on a posture of wanting to take advantage.

Hull is a real estate agent who passed by on the street just now, a salesman in this store, and a colleague with the middle-aged woman in front of him, which can be regarded as a competitive relationship.

The cheap rental house was actually a house where someone had just died, and the owner had a heart attack that didn't save him, and then a tenant moved in, and there was a haunted incident, and he ran away in a hurry.

The family members put it out at a cheap price and sold it while renting it out, and they got rid of it first anyway.

The family also specifically said that whoever can rent it out will have additional red envelopes, and now that Hull is just going to find a few old customers to ask if anyone is willing to rent it.

Those old customers are all downtown and want to move to uptown, or those gang leaders in downtown want to get a safe house, and most of them are not serious customers anyway.

He Shan came to cut off his beard.

"Cheap rental house?" The middle-aged woman was stunned for a moment, then stood up and asked with a smile on her face, "Is it the house at 74-1 Acorn Street?" ”

"Hmm." He Shan nodded.

"Sir, you said earlier, I'll take you to see the house." The middle-aged woman didn't say a word, grabbed a key on the wall, enthusiastically hugged He Shan out of the store, turned around and locked the door, and the two went straight to Acorn Street.

Acorn Street is not far from this store, cross an intersection and turn left to get there.

The middle-aged woman took He Shan to the door of 74-1 with a familiar car, and said while opening the door: "Sir, what do you call it?" ”

"He Shan." He Shan replied casually, and he found that the house seemed to be really haunted, and a faint consciousness was curled up somewhere in the house.

"Sir, there's no cheaper house in Uptown, and you should rent it." The middle-aged woman squeaked open the door.