Chapter 26 I didn't expect your son to be such a person

When Alex gets back home, the apartment is no longer as lively as before and many people has moved out. After this incident, there are more security guards in this apartment. It seems that something has changed, but he knows that all changes are temporary.

It won't be long before new people will move in here, and those who haven't moved out will gradually forget about this incident. Maybe it will become a topic of conversation at the wine table in the future, talking about this tragedy with exaggerated expressions, and at the end, sighing hypocritically, "It's too tragic."

Thinking of this, Alex suddenly feels that he doesn't like this. He feels that he needs to do something to make people remember this forever.

So how could people remember this?

Of course, to make more people died!

Alex suddenly shudders, and it comes again. This familiar feeling makes him terrified and trembled.

Alex hurries back home and notices that the door opposite is open. He clearly remembered that the family moved out on the first day of the murder. Did someone move in? Who is so bold? Isn't he afraid?

At this time, a handsome, well-dressed man walks out of the house. He sees Alex and takes the initiative to extend his hand.

"Hello, my name is Tom and I just moved in. We will be neighbors in the future. Let me know if you need anything help later."

Alex narrows his eyes as he looks at Tom who is smiling and extending his hand.

Alex feels like he has met someone of his kind. He feels a little incredible, but his intuition told him that the smiling man in front of him is the same kind of person as him, no, to be exact, the same kind of person as the original owner.

He reaches out and holds Tom's hand.

"Alex , a murder just happened in the apartment, and you moved in. You are very brave."

Tom shows a helpless expression on his face.

"I know, but there is no other way since I encountered some difficulties. It happened that the housing prices here fell sharply, so I moved in. As for the murder case, I believe the police will be able to solve it quickly."

Alex nods, "Then I don't bother you now, I will go back first."

Back in the house, Alex shows a puzzled expression. How could he think that Tom and the original owner are the same kind of people? It seems that he is indeed a little neurotic now.

Alex sits on the chair silently. Although he is unwilling to admit it, he still hopes in his heart that Tom and the original owner are the same kind of people.

A "same kind of person" found him, what does this mean?

Alex could only think of two words, provocation!

Thinking of this, Alex feels a little eager to try.

Outside door, Tom sees Alex entering the room, stares at Alex 's door for a while, then goes back to the room, takes out his mobile phone and makes a phone call. When the call is connected, Tom speaks with an exaggerated expression,

"Haha, I have already met the person. I didn't expect your son to be such a person. Don't you think it's funny?"

"I believe he will get back on track." A low voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Well." Tom sneers, and the other end of the phone is silent for a long time, and then hung up.

…

During lunch, Alex has already seen the news released by the police. He grins and quickly finds the news posted by those well-known bloggers. Most of them has deleted their previous opinions, but there are still a few who are stubborn. They said that even if Tang is a criminal, it should be punished by law, not by a criminal.

Alex curls his lips. Is that right? Of course it is, but this is a typical way of avoiding the main issue and shifting the focus. This method of dealing with problems is often used by their group of people.

He scrolls down the comments which simply opens his eyes. It is completely a large boxing ring. The most popular one is,

"She must have a reason for doing this as a girl. How much must she be forced to choose to kill people?"

There are curses in the comments, and there are also supporters, which is totally a mess. 

Alex shakes his head and stops reading the silly comments. The more he read, the more he feels that it is challenging his IQ. 

…

A week later, Alex lazily lay on the bed, watching videos. This week, Alex has a very comfortable life, no, extremely comfortable. The original owner did not affect him, and the diary was not updated, as if everything was just a dream.

Alex could eat whatever he wants, play whatever he wants, and even go to work without the reluctance he had before the time travel. This kind of wholehearted relaxation is something he has never experienced before, and he finally understands what financial freedom feels like.

Financial freedom is not about doing whatever he wants, but about not doing what he doesn't want to do. Did he have this capital before the time travel? No.

Sometimes Alex thinks, fuck the diary, fuck the dead, anyway, he didn't kill any person, and the matter was over, the dead can't be resurrected, there is no need for him to care about it anymore, isn't it good to live so comfortably?

During this period, Alex really wants to burn the diary more than once, intending to never care about it again, but every time he wants to do so, there is always a voice in his heart stopping him.

Just as Alex takes a rest, a shrill police siren sounds. He jumps up from the bed reflexively, then quickly runs to the desk, takes out the diary, quickly turns to the last page, and finds it is blank. Alex finally breaths a sigh of relief.

"Holy shit, fuck you..."