The Pseudo-Human Academy: Starting with a Bricklayer Personality

The Red Shoes Villa has three underground floors, all covered with scarlet carpets that reflect images, and the air is filled with a faint scent, like a mixture of old leather and sandalwood.

The office at the far end was ridiculously large, with a crystal chandelier hanging in mid-air, but the light was dim, and everything was tinged with a depressing red.

Sena stood before the enormous desk, his hands at his sides, his posture respectful.

Behind the desk, a large red leather boss's chair slowly spun around.

A figure was sitting on it.

A silver mask covered his entire face, revealing only a section of his sharply defined jawline. His eyes were hidden in the shadow of the mask, revealing no emotion whatsoever.

He wore a deep red suit, and his signature red leather shoes stood out starkly beneath his trousers.

This is Mr. Red, the founder of the Red Shoes Ball.

"explain."

Mr. Hong spoke, his voice filtered through the mask, sounding deep, hoarse, and with an indescribable eerie quality.

Sena took a deep breath and recounted the events of stopping Bill after the dinner, word for word, without any additions or omissions.

From social security being paid by a bizarre police department to Bill openly admitting he was an undercover cop.

Then, the other party frankly admitted that the salary was too low to support their family, and that they just wanted to work here in peace, and were even willing to do things for them...

The whole story was told exactly as it was told.

The words fell.

The office was deathly silent.

Mr. Hong's fingers, which were resting on the table, paused almost imperceptibly.

"Undercover..."

He repeated it softly, a hint of surprise in his voice.

Obviously, no one expected that Bill, who had been working quietly in the kitchen for two years, would actually be a member of the police force.

Senna's heart tightened slightly.

"After I tested him, he took the initiative to admit it. His attitude was sincere and did not seem fake."

At this moment, the old butler, who was standing to the side, bowed slightly and commented calmly:

"Mr. Red, Bill was a man of few words during his time in the kitchen. He just kept to himself and did his work without looking around or asking questions. He was very strict with the rules."

"When his identity was exposed, he did not resist or make excuses, but instead faced the situation honestly. This shows that he was either really desperate or he was extremely cunning."

Mr. Hong listened quietly.

The old butler continued:

"In my opinion, we should leave him alone for now, nor should we immediately place him in the core."

"It would be better to observe him for a while and see if his words and actions are consistent, and whether he is really only after money, rather than carrying out the mission."

The figure in the boss's chair remained silent for a moment.

"……Um."

A soft murmur of agreement was the response.

"Let him stay in the kitchen, and his salary can be increased appropriately, but he is not allowed to set foot in the core area."

"Yes."

Sena and the old butler bowed at the same time.

Sena nodded slightly, turned around and quietly left the office, closing the heavy wooden door behind him.

The door clicked shut.

In the huge office, only Mr. Hong and the old butler remained.

He didn't move, still sitting in the red boss's chair, his red leather shoes quietly stepping on the red carpet.

a long time.

Mr. Hong raised one hand and gently tapped his fingertips on the smooth mahogany desk.

笃.

笃.

笃.

The rhythm was slow, and it was especially clear in the empty room.

A moment later, gazing at the empty doorway, he uttered a low, almost inaudible mutter from beneath his mask:

"Sheriff Brian..."

"So many years have passed, and you still won't let me go...?"

The voice was very soft, yet it carried a complex emotion that was hard to describe.

There is resentment.

There was mockery.

There is also a trace of an old wound, buried deep beneath the grotesque and bloody.

…………

On the other side, in Block 12.

As night fell, the dim streetlights cast dappled shadows on the wet pavement. Xu Feng slowly drove into the quiet neighborhood.

From afar, you could see a round object hanging alone next to the mailbox of house number 44, which stood out conspicuously in the night.

Upon closer inspection, it appeared to be an apple coated in icing.

The name of the gang that controlled Block 12 immediately popped into his mind.

Iron Axe Gang.

This gang is neither too big nor too small.

The core members, along with some henchmen and female delinquents, number around a thousand.

Compared to the bizarre town with a population of millions, it could barely be considered a large gang.

However, the gang's underlings are a bit unreliable.

He often gets so excited that he hangs sugar-coated apples in the wrong place; this time, he hung them on his front door.

By the way, speaking of which, the original Bill seemed to owe the Iron Axe Gang a loan, which was around ten thousand ghost coins.

This time it seems like I didn't hang the wrong number.

It was a warning to him to pay back the loan quickly.

For once, these gangsters were surprisingly reliable.

In the original owner's memory, these underlings who were high on enhancement drugs often hung sugar-coated apples in the wrong place.

I just received 100,000 Ghost Coins. I should be able to pay it off even if it's a loan with high interest rates, right?

Bill has borrowed 10,000 of these strange coins for a year, with a repayment agreement that they will be repaid after one year. The interest rate seems to be 1000%.

The principal and interest must be repaid in 110,000 ghost coins upon maturity.

Xu Feng was speechless. This Bill really dared to lend money!

Actually, it's not Bill's fault. He was working at the police station and each month he received 5,000 ghost coins, which were deducted for various taxes.

After medical insurance and family medical insurance, and pension, the actual amount received is only three thousand ghost coins.

After deducting 400 ghost coins for water, electricity, and gas, and then deducting 2000 ghost coins for mortgage and car loan payments.

In the end, Bill had only six hundred ghost coins left for his family's expenses.

It's indeed difficult to support a family of four with 600 Ghost Coins, but with Bill's job at the Red Shoes Ball, he can barely support the family of four.

If Bill only had one job, based on the price level in Gravity Falls and the one-to-one exchange rate with Chinese Yuan,...

The purchasing power of one Dragon Kingdom coin is equivalent to that of three Ghost coins.

The pressure to survive is immense.

It's like having $600, but in Lighthouse, you can only use it as $200.

It is far less than the actual purchasing power of one Huaxia coin in China.

In China, a bundle of vegetables costs only five or six cents, but a lighthouse costs $2.25.

Can 200 yuan sustain a family of four for a month?

That's interesting!

No wonder Bill worked diligently as a cook at the Red Shoes Ball for two years and even borrowed 10,000 ghost coins from the mob.

This instance is based on the parallel world of the Lighthouse Kingdom, and the kill threshold is incredibly close to that of the original owner!

In fact, Bill's salary at the Red Shoes Ball was only six thousand ghost coins.

After deducting all kinds of taxes, I only received four thousand in the end.

Dividing purchasing power by three means that this family's actual monthly living expenses are only around 1500 yuan.

They barely managed to maintain a relatively decent life for this family of four.

It also includes things like clothing and food, no wonder Bill had to take out loans from the mob and pay off his car and mortgage.

Xu Feng was somewhat impressed by this guy; he was really damn daring to lend money.

I'm not afraid of turning into a Gundam anymore.