Baby Serendipity: The Whole World Fell In Love With Me
Chapter 627 - 626: Landlord’s Top-notch Lock-opening Skills

Chapter 627: Chapter 626: Landlord’s Top-notch Lock-opening Skills

The landlord admitted he had known there were issues with the house all along, and hearing this, the descendant of the national server got furious.

"You unscrupulous businessman, you knew and still rented the house to me!"

The landlord replied, "Aren’t you short of money? My rent is only half of what others charge for single rentals. What’s wrong with that? Besides, I thought since you’re a young man with a strong presence of Yang Qi, you shouldn’t encounter any ghosts..."

Mianmian asked the landlord curiously, "How do you know he’s full of Yang Qi?"

Landlord: "I guessed. Look at how full his face is, and he’s also well-built. Isn’t it obvious that such a young man would have plenty of Yang Qi?"

"That’s not true, not true at all," Mianmian shook her head, "His face is full, but his eye sockets are sunken, and he has chronic dark circles from staying up all night. These are all signs of insufficient Yang Qi. Now, his dark circles have gotten worse, indicating a greater loss of Yang Qi. Also, his life is very light; If he doesn’t move out soon or hadn’t met Mianmian, he would have been drained of vitality by the spirit and died."

"You rent out your house, but you don’t intend for someone to die in it, right?"

The landlord, criticized by Mianmian, looked embarrassed.

To him, no matter how powerful Mianmian was, she was still a child. Besides, with tens of millions of people watching in the live broadcast room and his face on camera, where was he to put his dignity?

As the landlord wallowed in his disappointment, Mianmian continued, "If he hadn’t met Mianmian, he would have become a replacement and nourishment for the ghost in the house, and then the ghost would have controlled him, possibly harming you when you came by, making you become part of the house. This is the karmic backlash for your greed to earn an extra income."

Upon hearing about his potential future, which involved being killed by a tenant and a ghost, the landlord couldn’t remain composed, "Is my future really that bleak?"

Mianmian nodded seriously, "A small bad choice can lead to severe consequences."

The landlord felt a chill down his spine.

At the time when he was renting, there were two parties interested. The other was a family with a child.

If he had rented the house to that family, they might have not watched Little Auntie’s live-stream, and his future could’ve ended in death!

If he wasn’t greedy and didn’t rent out the house, he wouldn’t have had all these troubles.

"I realize my mistake," the landlord who understood apologized to Mianmian, "Indeed, I should not have rented out a problematic house... Sigh, my investment has also failed, which might be my retribution."

[Ah, so the house still has problems, but there’s no hidden corpse, why call the police then?]

[I initially thought the landlord was the issue, but Little Auntie is speaking so politely to him, so he probably isn’t. ]

[Let’s wait and see, the truth should come out once the police arrive.]

"Am I really lacking in Yang Qi?" As a man, how could he be willing to hear someone say he lacked Yang Qi? The descendant of the national server was so bothered he hesitated before asking, amidst the silence between the landlord and Mianmian, "Excuse me, Little Auntie, how can I increase my Yang Qi?"

Mianmian replied directly, "To increase your Yang Qi, first you need to wake up early to absorb the first rays of the morning’s purple Qi. Then, you should exercise regularly, avoid staying up late, refrain from speaking ill of others, and avoid swearing with words that imply death. Plus, you should go to bed early at night!"

After listening to the advice, the descendant of the national server showed an awkward yet polite smile, "Then I might never have sufficient Yang Qi my entire life."

Which young person doesn’t stay up late nowadays?

"Then there’s nothing I can do. You have weak Yang Qi and a light life. Those with a heavy life won’t have this problem!" Mianmian said, "Anyway, I suggest you avoid working at night and go to bed early."

She made it clear if he still wasn’t willing to listen, it wouldn’t be her fault if ghosts harassed him in the future.

Thump thump—

As their conversation reached this point, someone suddenly knocked on the door.

The descendant of the national server, haunted by the memory of knocking sounds, instinctively hid behind the landlord.

The landlord himself was startled, but after listening carefully and realizing the knocks were coming from the entrance, he hurriedly went to the door: "Policeman, you’ve arrived, please come in."

The two policemen stepped in and asked, "Did you call the police, what exactly happened?"

While asking, their expressions seemed serious, but internally they were thrilled.

All the police stations across the country had received orders to have one officer in charge of logistics monitoring Mianmian’s live-stream during its broadcast.

If they received an emergency call from an audience member in the live-stream, they would react as swiftly as in any other case.

Both policemen were secretly followers of Mianmian’s live-streams after duty.

Now assigned to handle a case related to Mianmian’s live-stream, they were both excited, yet dared not show it.

Mianmian said, "Police uncles, hurry over to the door opposite, and arrest the person inside. He’s a murderer!"

Suddenly hearing Mianmian’s voice and being informed of their specific task, the policemen were even more excited and quickly turned to knock on the opposite door.

The structure of the building was indeed somewhat old-fashioned. In order to maximize space utilization, a one-bedroom apartment had been made opposite to where the descendant of the national server had rented.

"Someone’s living opposite?" The landlord found it inconceivable, "Hardly anyone lives in this building because it’s a bit out of the way, and even the Vegetable Market moved away. I thought everyone was like me with an unrentable house?"

[Dang, this landlord is really missing the point. Is now the time to wonder if someone lives opposite?]

[Ahhh, why is the murderer opposite, and why are they saying there’s a murderer without a corpse?]

[Quickly, go police uncles, he’s the one. Let’s discover the truth!]

The police uncles indeed acted decisively.

Believing Mianmian’s words, when their knocking went unanswered, they started breaking down the door in perfect unison.

However, the landlord interjected, "Don’t break it down; it’s too tiring. Let me do it..."

The landlord took out a small piece of wire from his bag, inserted it into the keyhole, and in a short while, the door clicked open.

Everyone onsite was shocked, as were the viewers in the live-stream.

With such lock-picking skills, could the landlord be a seasoned thief?

"Ah, don’t get me wrong," the landlord, noticing that the policemen stopped pursuing the murderer and were instead staring at him, wiped his sweat and explained, "My family for three generations have been locksmiths with good standing, never involved in wrongdoing. This technique was self-taught by my dad during his youth, who then taught it to me."

"You don’t know, but there’s a thrill to picking locks with this method. I carry it with me to unlock my own house’s doors."

"I really am a good person." After explaining at length, he pointed to the door and said, "The door’s open now, police comrades, weren’t you here to catch a murderer?"

The two policemen finally snapped out of it and got back into action, rushing into the apartment.

The place was filled with trash, and a human-like creature lay on a sofa that had lost all semblance of its original appearance. The smell of alcohol mixed with the stench in the room assaulted the senses of the officers inside, causing them to feel sick.