Hades sequence

Chapter 139 The Connector (for Subscription)
The phone call was answered after two beeps.

"Why did you call me so late?"

The person who answered the phone spoke in an old tone. I don’t know why, but his voice was no longer a mix between a girl and an old woman.

But the short-haired man is not surprised:

"It's still your voice that sounds pleasing to the ear, the voice of you turning into a ghost."

I have experienced the bad things in the Yamen of Lantau City.

An important body was lost.

He needed to vent urgently, so he couldn't help teasing the person on the phone, but the person on the phone didn't care, and was all focused on what he told the man:
"It's so late to reply to the message. Didn't get the things?"

"I got it. No matter how hard I go, I can finish the job. Tell me the address, and I'll give you the stuff. Besides... the hell is closed."

The phone interrupted him.

"I will consider it when you deliver the things, as long as you don't hold back."

Get the answers you want.

The short-haired man's bad mood eased a bit.

The phone also gave an address at this time:

"Come to the cross road in front of No. [-] Middle School in Lantau City, and I will wait for you here."

Instead of choosing a secluded location with few people, I chose a school with dense traffic.

The short-haired man smiled:
"I'm coming here."

With that said, he checked the navigation on his mobile phone, accompanied by the prompt "7 kilometers away from the destination":
"Be there in 20 minutes."

hang up the phone.

Cuntou looked at the time on his phone. It was almost 1 o'clock, almost 2 o'clock.

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Lantau City No. [-] Middle School, as the best high school in the city, is located on the edge of the city center.

Because it is located in a prosperous area, close to the city center, the transportation is convenient, and there is a lot of traffic on the road. In order to ensure the passage of school students, slow down signs and red street lights are set up at each intersection.

In recent years, two pedestrian bridges have been expanded to facilitate students' travel.

at this time.

It's almost 2 o'clock school time.

Many boys and girls wearing uniforms from No. [-] Middle School were walking on the sidewalk.

"Look, there are bean curds for sale."

"When I get off, I'll buy a cup of bean curd to drink."

For modern students, youth means going to school with friends, or going to school together to buy food after school, talking about animation, TV series, laughing and playing on the road, even if they are high school students, playing and laughing are full of laughter on the road , it feels like the summer heat has been dispelled by laughter.

"Grandma, how much is the bean flower?"

A female high school student breaks away from her partner and trots to the shade under the pedestrian bridge.

There was an old woman pushing a small cart selling bean curds here, avoiding the scorching summer, and before the city management came, she set up a stall to make some money.

"5 yuan a cup."

The old lady spread her fingers and showed a kind smile.

Her rough hands were covered with blood vessels like earthworms, and her joints were covered with calluses. As her smile showed, there were old wrinkles on her forehead, corners of her eyes, and cheeks.

Every wrinkle is a witness to the years, recording the untold hardships she has endured throughout her years.

Also all women.

When the female high school student saw the old lady's rough hands and her weather-beaten silver hair, she subconsciously looked at her own white and delicate hands.

She couldn't help but greet her friends behind:
"Come here, a cup of bean curd here is 5 yuan, very cheap."

The grandma's boss even came out to set up a stall to impress people. She quickly asked her partners to take care of her business.

There were people like them gathered around to buy.

Many students gathered around to buy the pedestrian bridge, which must pass through the school, and the business was booming for a while.

"Grandma, I want two glasses."

"I want a cup of sweet bean curd, less honey, I can't eat too sweet."

Students flocked around.

The old lady was dressed in simple clothes, which were incompatible with the modern buildings around her, like the difference between the 80s and modern times. She stood in front of the car stall and nodded repeatedly:

"Okay, wait a minute, do you want two cups... Just scan this QR code... Do you want one cup, do you want less honey..."

Under such sales.

Time passed quietly until a voice that did not belong to a high school student sounded in front of the car stall.

"Oh, there are bean curds for sale. Grandma will bring me 50 cups, and I will buy them for my workers to drink."

The students around him couldn't help but look at the speaker.

Many female students were surprised when they saw that the speaker looked young, only in his 20s. They did not expect such a young boy to work hard to build his own career at this age.

"He looks so clean. He's my type."

Some female students whispered to each other.

"I like it too, look at his short hair, it hits my XP directly."

"I hate those with pot heads or long hair the most. This kind of short hair looks good."

"Fifty cups, that's a lot. I'll fill these children with bean curd first, please wait a moment." The old lady looked at the inch-cut man, and smiled kindly.

"it is good."

The inch-cut man smiled back, walked aside with one hand in his pocket and waited.

Because the school time was approaching, the number of onlookers gradually decreased after a while.

There were only one or two students left passing by at the back.

But they were almost late for school, so they just reluctantly glanced at the bean flower cart stand and ran to school.

The short-haired man said at this time:

"Where did you get your head surgery this time?"

He looked up and down at the old grandma who was filling him with bean curd, and then glanced at his neck. The old grandma in summer was dressed plainly, with a towel around her neck, which was used to wipe sweat in the eyes of others.

after all.

If you come out to set up a stall in summer, you must sweat.

Then he added leisurely:
"It looks so kind, I suddenly miss my dead grandma, alas, I want to eat the zongzi made by my grandma."

The old lady raised her wrinkled face slightly when she heard the words, since there was no one else around, she scratched her neck casually.

Scratching.

The short-haired man happened to catch a glimpse of his neck, which was wrapped in a towel. It didn't match the image of an old woman at all. There was a deep scar on his neck that surrounded his entire neck. It was hard to imagine how he could survive with such a scar.

At first glance, it looks like an old woman whose head has been beheaded.

"Have you brought the things?" The old woman ignored the short-haired man's words.

"Brought it."

The cropped man took out a small transparent bottle from his pocket.

The moment the old woman saw it, her dim eyes shone, and she reached out to get it.

But the next second, the short-haired man took back the small bottle.

He said: "Although you asked me to come here, the old rule is that you have to prove that you are the contact person first."

Connector.

As the name suggests, a person who coordinates internal and external affairs refers to a company, organization, department, etc. that determines a person as the person who coordinates internal and external affairs for certain things or types of things.

The old lady was the one who ordered him to go to the Yamen of Lantau City to collect the black sand this time.

"give me."

The old lady didn't move too much when she heard the words, she tore the towel halfway, revealing the scarred neck, and at the same time her voice changed.

Mingyan saw that the old woman in front of him was alone, but her voice sounded like a young girl and an old woman talking together.

When the inch-headed man heard this, a smile appeared on his face again:

"It seems that you are the 'connector'."

As he spoke, he handed the small transparent bottle to the old woman.

The old lady ignored what the inch-cut man said, she paid attention to the small transparent bottle, and took it.

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(End of this chapter)