I called the police.
But he neither laid a hand on anyone nor damaged any property.
The police came, but they could only give him a verbal warning.
He spoke nicely in front of the police, but as soon as they left, he continued to smash my door, laughing obscenely.
“What are you hiding for, you little jerk? Weren’t you planning to attack my whole family? Come on, come on!”
I was so angry that my whole body was trembling.
He stood at my doorstep and cursed for a full half hour. His mouth was dirtier than a septic tank.
In the end, it was the child in his family who complained about his noise, so he grumbled and went home.
I sat restlessly on the sofa.
Even a slight vibration of my phone would startle me.
I wanted to close the app pop–up window with a restless mind.
I discovered that the strange and bizarre stories being pushed to me were about homeowners in a certain city recruiting tenants with criminal histories to help them deal with property management.
A thought surged into my mind.
I did it too!
I turned around and immediately turned on the computer to contact the agent.
On various rental websites, I posted a piece of rental information: “140 square meters, four bedrooms and two living rooms for rent, requiring tenants who are not easy to deal with.”
Five hundred off for someone just out of prison, six hundred off for someone with a history of mental illness, and seven hundred off for a cantankerous elderly woman.
I gave the agent some money, explaining my situation and asking her to quickly screen for suitable tenants.
I stayed in the dormitory for a few days.
During that period, I constantly saw my next–door neighbor urinating on my doorstep through the surveillance cameras in my house.
This time, I had no anger in my heart.
Some just sneered.
Wait and see, the thunder that will strike you is on its way!
Not long after, the agent brought the tenant to the door.
Deshawn Burke, a recently released tattooed brother, got drunk on the eve of New Year. He heard his neighbor threatening to fuck his mother, so he stormed into the kitchen, grabbed a knife, and stabbed the person.
Andres Gould, who had just been released from a mental hospital, had been tormented by his stepfather and ignored by his mother since he was a child. So, when he finally had the strength to resist, he pushed that old bastard into a septic tank.
The court could not pass judgment because he was not yet fourteen years old at that time, and the hospital diagnosed him with a severe mental illness. There was also a fashionable elderly woman who used to perm her hair and tattoo her eyebrows.
She served her family three meals a day, but her daughter–in–law still complained that her cooking was terrible. Immediately, she gave her son and daughter–in–law a laxative and smashed their refrigerator and television. Then, she patted her butt and left.
The agent told me, “They were not bad at all, and at the moment they were really frustrated and had nowhere to vent their anger. It’s just perfect for them to stay at your place!”
That night, I signed the agreement with them.
Rent reduction, I will cover the utilities.
The only requirement is to help me kill Diego!
