my stealth fighter

Chapter 1247
Looking back, it was several years ago that his parents owed money and ran away. The memory of being surrounded by creditors that day was still clearly imprinted in his mind, as if it happened just a few days ago... Time really It has been a long time, and too many things have happened in the past few years. His life has undergone earth-shaking changes, but the person who tied the bell needs to be untied. Get the debt settled, even if only partially.

He browsed through the list list given to him by his parents, which contained the names, addresses, and repayable amounts of creditors in detail. Names and addresses—he has a few of the names of these people, but even if he does, he can’t remember their appearance very clearly, unless it is a very small number of people who have a particularly deep impression, but after a few years, the image of people has changed It can also be large.

In addition, the repayment amount is not the actual amount owed, and the parents have added the interest for these years. Although this is not enough to make up for the pain the victims have suffered in the past few years, it is already what they can do at present. After all, there are still more debts owed, so I can only pay them off before considering other compensations.

Fortunately, the creditors on these lists are all in the same city, that is, the city where his former hometown is located. They are all former colleagues, classmates, friends, acquaintances, and several distant relatives of his parents, but there is no guarantee that they will still be able to return after a few years. Living in the same place, he intends to go to the original place to search first, and then inquire about it. If there is no other way... he can only ask the Ninja Academy for help. There is no other better way to get this done in a short time.

He went alone this time. His parents only asked him to help pay back the money, and did not ask him to do anything extra. Say sorry to them, say sorry on behalf of your parents, it is conceivable that they are likely to be scolded or even insulted by them, and they are qualified to insult... Like this kind of thing, he should bear it alone, don't get involved Others are scolded together.

After a short flight, he arrived in his hometown city. It was inconvenient to fly in the city, so he landed on the outskirts of the city and took a bus into the city.After all, this city is the place where he grew up, and he is familiar with the overall area. He has already planned a reasonable route for his visit in the air based on the address, and tried not to take repeated routes.

The first family lives in a 30-year-old old community, not far from his old school. Several of his primary and middle school classmates seem to live in this community, but they are already in college now. He may not be in this city anymore, even if he is still there, he doesn't intend to go to them to catch up on the old days, even if they meet, there is nothing to talk about, which will only increase the embarrassment.

Find the corresponding building number. It is an old five-story building without an elevator. The corridors are dark and damp, with cobwebs in the corners. There are sundries or battery cars occupying space at the corners of the corridors on each floor, probably because they are afraid of being stolen downstairs. , I don’t know how these heavy battery cars are moved up and down every day.

Standing at the door of 401, he checked the address again, and mustered up the courage to knock on the door—probably because of his guilty conscience, he used very little force, and the knocking sound was very soft, and there was no response from inside.

He knocked harder and knocked a few more times. Door 401 didn't open, but door 402 opposite opened. Someone poked his head out sleepily, looked at him a few times, and asked, "Who are you looking for?"

"Is there no one here?" He pointed to 401 and asked.

"You haven't finished the night shift yet, don't knock!" The man said impatiently and wanted to close the door.

Jiang Chanji didn't let him close the door so easily. In an instant, he took a small wooden plank from the pile of debris in the corner of the corridor with telekinetic power, and put it against the crack of the door.

"When do you usually leave work?" He walked over and asked.

"I don't know, hurry up." The man found the reason why the door couldn't be closed, and kicked the small wooden board away, but the small wooden board seemed to be stuck to the ground, and he couldn't move it no matter how he kicked it. It hurts.

"Let me ask again, is this family surnamed Ma?" He asked again.

"I don't know! I'm renting a house—it's so evil!" The man slammed the door shut in frustration, trying to break the small wooden board with brute force, but it was lonely, and there was a loud bang, and the small wooden board was already gone. Fly back to the original position.

Knowing that there was no one in 401 for the time being, Jiang Chanji didn't knock on the door again, and sat on the floor on the steps of the corridor, waiting quietly.

He waited for nearly 10 minutes. During this time, someone came downstairs, as if he was going to work. When he saw him sitting here, he couldn't help but look at him a few more times, but he didn't ask any more questions. There are very few nosy people these days. .

After a while, there was the sound of heavy footsteps going up the stairs downstairs, with slight panting. A few seconds later, a figure appeared at the corner of the corridor. It was a middle-aged man, some of his hair had turned gray prematurely, Carrying a cup of soy milk and a few buns, he obviously didn't expect that someone would be sitting in front of his house early in the morning. Halfway up the stairs, he saw Jiang Chanji's feet and couldn't help but stop and look up.

The two met face to face. Jiang Chanji seemed to feel that this person was a little familiar. He might have met him once or twice, but he was not sure. The other party did not recognize him. Although he had not changed in the past two years, compared to A few years ago, he changed a lot.

"Uncle Ma?" Jiang Chanji patted his butt and stood up and asked.

"Ah, you are?" The other party was taken aback.

Jiang Chanji's keen vision seemed to notice that the cat's eyes on the opposite door 402 flickered. The person just now couldn't sleep after being woken up, and was peeping behind the door. Since a lot of cash was involved, he asked, "Can you come in and talk?" ? It’s not very convenient outside.”

As he said that, he winked at the opposite door, and the middle-aged man surnamed Ma looked suspiciously at 402 along his line of sight, wondering if he understood his intention.

The middle-aged man did not speak, looked down at the steps slightly to prevent stepping on the air, and continued to walk up the stairs slowly. Jiang Chanji made way for him. He walked to the door of 401, took out the key to open the door while panting slightly, went in first by himself, and then turned to Jiang Chanji. Zen Ji said, "Come in."

Generally speaking, letting strangers into the house is a safety hazard, but the middle-aged man doesn't seem to be worried about this problem, maybe because Jiang Chanji doesn't look like a bad guy?Or because...he had nothing left to lose.

(End of this chapter)