I will never give in to Miss Death

I was sitting in front of the computer when I suddenly realized something.

Yin Nuoer, are you crazy?

You, who have no memories of a hero, should have no feelings for that god of death. You have been bullied by that guy for so many days. Now all you have to do is to get the phone and perfunctorily complete her so-called task of wearing women's clothes, and then find a way to suppress this existence that transcends science.

Yes, that's right, you have to stand up and be more assertive.

As a tough guy, your relationship with the Grim Reaper should be like that... You are high above her, and she is trained like a little pet, obedient and obedient to you. She can tell where you are going and what you want to do with just one look, and then use the power beyond science to serve you wholeheartedly.

As I was thinking about it, a scene emerged in my mind of the Grim Reaper girl wearing a white silk maid outfit and cat ears, meowing at me in a cute way.

Yeah, that's it.

Since I was a "hero" in my previous life, and the god of death was my "little pet" who I rescued, our relationship must be something like "master and maid" or "hero and follower". In this case, is it appropriate for me to be more powerful as the master in this life and ask the god of death to serve me?

It's perfect.

After figuring this out, I pressed the power button on the new phone, took out the SIM card from the old phone that had been soaked in water, and put it in the new phone.

Very good, the card is not broken and can be used.

By the way, is it best for me to use my new ID card to apply for my own mobile phone number as soon as possible?

My past self has already died and even my organs have been donated, so in this world I am considered a "natural death". Maybe one day in the future my phone number will be "recycled".

Once there is a problem with this number, all your online game accounts, QQ, WeChat, email addresses, etc. that are bound to it will have problems.

Moreover, if the phone is recycled, there is a high possibility that the number will be returned to the market.

For example, my current Alipay account is registered with a mobile phone number. When this mobile phone number is recycled and distributed for reuse, the person who purchases the new mobile phone number can simply log in to Alipay with a verification code and directly use all the savings in my account.

I have encountered a similar problem before - I don't know if the historical traces of the newly registered QQ number were not deleted cleanly when it was recycled or if it was a system error, but there were a lot of strange photos and diaries in the QQ space. I even used the email address that matched the number to register a game account directly, but it still showed that the account had been registered. I used the email retrieval mechanism to retrieve the password and logged in, and I saw several maximum level accounts.

I'll go out and find a business hall to register a new mobile phone number, and then transfer all the money from Alipay over. When I come back in the evening, I'll bind important social accounts such as QQ game accounts to my mobile phone number. This is all I can do for now.

After realizing this, I didn't have time to appreciate the new phone. I immediately set the password for the new phone, entered my fingerprint, connected to the rental house's WIFI, opened the mobile phone mall at the speed of light, and downloaded several apps that I usually used in one go.

QQ, WeChat, blue APP, pink APP, green APP...

Finally, there is the food delivery software.

I went to the kitchen and put the remaining eight-treasure porridge in a small bowl, then returned to the living room and browsed the nearby women's clothing store while eating.

Well...if you want to become famous by shooting videos and uploading them to websites, you generally have to wear those more "two-dimensional" little skirts, like JK sailor suits, Lolita or Hanfu, and Cosplay uniforms, if you really want to achieve it in one step, Cosplay uniforms are the easiest, because this thing naturally carries the popularity of the corresponding anime or game.

Just like writing a novel, if an ordinary author randomly chooses a name like "God of War", it will most likely fail. An author who is a little "scheming" will add the word "invincible" in front of the name, turning it into "Invincible God of War" or "I Really Don't Want to Be an Invincible God of War", so that they can take advantage of the popularity of the "invincible" label, but now everyone is writing novels, and it is definitely not enough to just take advantage of a popular label, so some authors will continue to stack buffs, add labels such as "harem" and "reverse push", turning it into "Invincible God of War I Really Don't Want to Be Pushed Down by the Fairies" or "You Little Fairies Are No Match for the Invincible Me", forming a very popular novel title.

The same goes for videos. Take gaming videos as an example. A normal video like "I'm fighting three people alone in Battle Royale" will definitely not be popular. Experienced people will change it to "I, 13 years old, have been playing games for 200 hours, I'm an apex predator, a vegetarian, Nan Tong, and I'm winning the chicken dinner in the game ".

Similarly, ordinary women's clothing and dancing will not become popular, so some people will add popular tags such as "boys' clothing" or "JK sailor suit" and "Cosplay". "Boys' clothing" is a scam to me now. I can't live with my conscience to cheat people just to gain traffic, so if I want the video to go viral, I can only work hard on the clothes.

Either Cosplay, or...very cute ones, sailor suits, lolita.

No matter what kind of clothes, "skirts" are definitely more eye-catching than "pants".

In other words, before that, I need to get used to wearing small skirts in advance. If I buy new clothes this time, it’s best to try to buy a skirt first…

"Bang bang bang!"

I was eating lunch at the small dining table in the living room, looking at my phone, when I was startled by a loud banging sound coming from the door not far away.

what happened?

I put down the spoon with some doubt, stood up, and walked carefully to the door.

"Bang bang bang!"

There was another very rude knock on the door, which scared me so much that I took several steps back.

Immediately afterwards, a vague voice came from outside the door, such as "Why is the password wrong... Ah, open the door! Open the door!" "Open the door! Open the door quickly and let me in."

Wrong room?

I took a few steps forward, leaned over to the peephole and looked out—

A middle-aged man with disheveled hair, red face and seemingly unconscious was impatiently pressing the password on the door.

"Ding ding ding...Wrong password."

"Open the door? Who changed my password?"

"Did a thief break into my house...and change my password? Open the door...Open the door!"

While talking nonsense, the middle-aged man banged on the door more and more angrily.

"Open the door! Damn! What a broken code! I'm obviously right..."

It’s over, I’ve met a drunkard.

The few people in the WeChat group of this apartment who were clamoring to go out for a drink together every night came to my mind.

Today is May 6th, Sunday. For most office workers, yesterday or the day before yesterday was the last day of "adjusted leave" or "flexible rest". If nothing unexpected happens, they should go to work on Sunday.

But there are always some people who have easy jobs, or are unemployed, who get drunk late at night and lose consciousness during the day and get lost and can’t find their way home…

How to do?

I'm just a little girl now. Miss Death has gone back and there's no one else in the room. If I let a drunkard like this in, my safety will definitely be in big trouble.

It is now past noon. I remember that there are indeed a few office workers in the third apartment building who come back to rest at noon, but I am not sure whether they come back every day or whether they will come at this time.

Fortunately, the apartment door was equipped with an electronic lock and was a heavy wooden door. A drunk person would not be able to get in within a short period of time unless he was completely out of control.

Things like "knocking on the wrong door" and "delivery to the wrong door" happen from time to time in the apartment. As an uncle, I rarely took such things to heart. At most, I would be annoyed if they disturbed my writing. After confirming that it was a drunkard knocking on the wrong door, I would just yell "You've come to the wrong door" through the door.

But now... I don't know if it's because I've become timid as a girl, or if my body is inherently weak, but when I face the drunks outside, my first reaction is fear.

Calm down, Yin Nuoer, you have to calm down.

I comforted myself in my heart and calmed down my panic. I looked around in the living room, walked to the kitchen, stepped on a small chair, and picked up a kitchen knife.

Then, I quickly opened the WeChat app I had just installed on my phone, found the "house manager" in the contact list, and sent a message -

[Boss! Someone is drunk and acting crazy outside my room. My sister is the only one living in the room. Please come over quickly.]

Normally, I would use my cell phone to call the housing manager for help, but this time my old cell phone happened to be broken, and the phone numbers of several housing managers were not saved in the card.

[Is there a housing manager on duty? There's someone drunk and making trouble outside Building 3, Room 301. Please come and take care of it.]

I sent a message to the property manager of Building 3. Feeling a little uneasy, I clicked on the portraits of the property managers of Buildings 1, 2, and 4 of Woju Apartment respectively, copied the message and sent it to them.

[Who is drunk and keeps making noises in Building 3, Room 301? Does anyone know him? ]

Finally, I opened the WeChat group of Snail House and sent a similar message again.

【Who is the one? 】

Soon, someone in the group replied to me, but it was all irrelevant information:

【What is it?】

[You have so much free time. You are still drinking while working.]

[Damn it, these people don't go to work at all? ]

"Hello? Hello! Open the door!"

"Dang-dang-dang--"

The knocking on the door was getting louder and louder, more and more impatient.

"Open the door! I...I can still have another drink!"

[What's going on? Building 3, Room 301?]

Fortunately, the building manager of Building 1 replied to me soon: [Drunk? Now?]

[Yes, now, please send someone over quickly, it's urgent, outside the door of Building 3, Room 301, my sister is home alone, don't let him cause any trouble]

After sending this message, I silently prayed in my heart, "I hope that when I move out, the property managers won't know that 'Yin Shiren' is legally dead."

Otherwise... Two people died in the apartment within a week, and one of them sent a message to himself on his mobile phone after his death. Even if the housing manager had a strong mental state, he would probably break out in a cold sweat when he knew about this kind of thing.

[Got it. I'll let Brother Yang go over now.]

The property manager of Building 1 was quite responsible and replied to my message almost immediately.

[Tell your sister not to open the door, I'll be there soon]

It might be the manager of Building 1 who called. The manager of Building 3 quickly replied to me: [Sorry, I was eating noodles outside just now and didn’t pay attention to the message]

[It’s okay, just go quickly, my sister is going to be scared to death]

【Why don't you just call me? 】

【Mobile phone debt】

【…】

"Dang-dang-dang--"

"Open the door! Open the door..."

"Wuwuwu...Wife, open the door..."

"Zhou Xiao... I love you so much, why did you abandon me... wuwuwu..."

Sitting on the small platform behind the gate where the router was placed, holding a kitchen knife in one hand and staring at the message on the phone with the other, listening to the drunken middle-aged man outside whining, after waiting for about seven or eight minutes, a familiar voice came from outside -

"What are you doing here?"

Then came the confused voice of the drunk man: "What are you doing? I...hiccup...I'm going home!"

"Is this your house? Which one is yours?"

"Me? I'm in Building 2, Building 2... Building 2, 301."

Then came the scolding from the housing manager: "This is Building 3, you bastard, you drank so much and vomited in front of other people's doors, sigh..."

"Ah? Is this the third building?"

"Nonsense, this is Building 3! There are two electric poles at the entrance of Building 2. How could you go wrong? You're screwed! How many times has this happened?"

From the housing manager's tone, I could tell that this drunk man seemed to be a repeat offender, which made the housing manager very angry, and he even swore a lot.

"Beep beep."

A few seconds later, there was another knock on the door in front.

"Hello? Are you home, little sister?"

Through the peephole, I saw the property manager outside was very polite: "I'm the property manager of Building 3."

After hesitating for a moment, I put the kitchen knife behind my back, opened the door a crack, and poked my little head out.

In an instant, an unpleasant smell of alcohol and fermented food hit me in the face.

"Oh, cough."

Perhaps noticing that I was in pajamas, the room manager said awkwardly: "Sorry to bother you, he went to the wrong place."

Pointing to the person who had fallen asleep on the floor behind him, the property manager said apologetically: "I'll ask someone to clean the floor later. I'm really sorry."

I nodded to show that I didn't care: "It's okay."

"I'm really sorry, little sister, you should rest at home first. I will arrange for someone to come and clean up right away. It will take no more than half an hour."

"it is good."

Having said that, I closed the door again.

At the same time, a message from the housing manager came through WeChat on my phone: [I’m here. It’s the loser from Building 2. He went to the wrong place before and went to Building 4.]

[Yesterday, someone here was admitted to the hospital for drinking. Several of our room managers sent messages asking them not to drink recently, but they just didn’t listen.]

[Your sister is fine. The little girl probably just woke up. She looks confused, which is quite cute.]

I thought about it and replied: [It's OK, you guys deal with it quickly, my sister is going out to play this afternoon]

[I'm really sorry, I'll ask the manager to compensate you 10 yuan for the electricity fee later]

"..."

The messages on WeChat left me a little confused.

Is there any compensation for this?

It seems that the drunkard is indeed a relapser and he will probably be fined this time.