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[B1-49] Kidnapping That Act Of Crime Is Worse Than Murder!!! (1/3)

“No. That,” Ret said, instantly diverting her gaze from Sei, then shaking her head. “Uhh. Noth

anything.”

Taking a short break while reading the thick books and newspapers lying on the table, Ret then went to the Central Slum Park Area which is the lowest class of the population, where is the beggar who is a Blue Stamp Informant.

“Wait a minute!” muttered Ret, stopped walking and realized something was wrong. Why am I following ...!? Continue muttering, “Said the newsboy, the infromation is always sold in the morning for avoiding the dark rulers of the night: gangster!”

Ret kept mumbling like that but he still kept going. He still obeyed Sei because he had taken half the way to the Slum Park. And he could only exhale his heavy breath while staring at the smartphone and held it hard.

On the Ret smartphone screen, through the dark night of the Lower Class Residents Area in the District.2―Area.0 and across Ret there is a Kombini Building that is familiar to him.

There are rarely rulers of the dark rulers of the night in Area.0 which is a populated area

lowest cluster. That's why Ret prefers to settle in Area.0 rather than Area.1 or even Area which is a Middle Class Resident Area―although it is his birthplace.

Uhh. Having this much Credit, Ret thought, pursing her lips. “I so want to shop, shit.”

As usual, although Ret only occasionally out of the Inn at night, around him there are only thugs and beggars who are resting on the streets.

Ret shook his head and continued walking towards the central Slum Park of the Lower Class Residents Area.

What change will this credit give me no, yes, Ret thought. He looked at his smartphone screen once again while gulping his saliva.

10,000 Credits was a huge sum for a bottom-up cluster population like Ret. In fact, he might be able to purchase two to three lands in the Region he lives in now.

“Building home, huh.” Ret imagines something happy. I think this credit is enough. But .... Ret read his yellow paper held that read: Video Camera, Rope, Sack, Clothes, Hat, Glasses and Black Mask, “My face must be hidden, huh―if this I understand” Ret murmur, then. And the last one .... It was written clearly with Sei's very ugly handwriting: Rat.

“.... Rat.” Ret was silent for a moment, then suddenly instantly dumbfounded. “Wait! Why do I need a rat to kidnap someone?!”

Without knowing the meaning of the writing Sei wrote, Ret entered the Slum Park Area.

Knocking on the back door of a building in the corner of the alley where the last Informant beggar entered, Ret had no choice or other idea to look for his Blue Pranko Infoman.

Where should I exchange these Blue Stamps for other than looking for him here?! In the previous Slum Garden was very quiet, and there was absolutely no one, huh, Ret thought. With a short pause, he knocked again on the back door of a building in front of him.

Ret taps with pause while paying attention to the surroundings. The lens of the monitoring camera in its upper left corner was constantly fixed on him.

With a wary expression, he again paid attention to the surroundings.

Hopefully there are no problems with the gangsters or thugs anymore, huh, thought Ret, sighing in frustration. “Last-lately I've always been in trouble with legal criminals, damn.”

Sound knocking iron door\, *Tok\, Tok\, Tok ...!!!* accompanies Ret's frustrating murmur like that.

And even an illegal criminal is still in my room, huh, Ret thought. He exhaled his heavy breath as he turned around and sat in an 80-centimeter box and faced the door.

Ret paused for a moment so as not to disturb the surrounding residents who were resting. However, he tried several more times to knock on the door with the same pause.

There was no response from inside the building. He stared at the surveillance camera once more while sighing in frustration.

“Besok only, lah,” Ret said, turning away from the camera monitor lens. “Au―”

*krrekk!!*

When Ret was about to go home, the sound of the opening of the iron door was heard by him. He automatically turned his body back with his black eyes sparkling brightly.

“Oh~” said the beggar, rubbing his temple, “It turns out only you, Nak.”

Seeing the beggar as he had just woken up from his sleep, Ret did not hesitate to get close to him.

Ret said, “I came here in an urgent situation. Please take a little time.”

“Erush?!” ask the beggar, with a faint smile on his dirty face.

The beggar waved his hand forward, cutting off Ret's words.

“Can't be like that, Nak.” The beggar shook his head, then grinned widely at him. “Maksukdku, no urgent word or the like in the sale of information in this Entertainment Era, Son. The time you mentioned earlier, how much ...”

“How much?” tanya Ret, confused, “I mean―”

The beggar nodded lightly.

“.... How many Credits can you pay for this 1 second of my time, son.”

“Uhh ... Second count?!”

“I give 3 seconds to think, and after that mention the price and time ... One.”

The beggar crossed his arms while closing his eyes.

“Two ...”

He opened his eyes and looked at Ret with a sharp gaze but was still waiting for Ret to make an offer.

Damnit. I completely forgot the beggars craved Credits, Ret thought. He thought quickly about the previous time estimation when buying information.

“Three―”

“600 Credit!”

Feeling his Credit balance is still a lot, Ret did not hesitate to exclaim with Credit offers that much.

Hearing Ret bidding his time with very little Credits, the beggar was surprised and widened his eyes as well as astonished by Ret's offer.

“600 Credits for one second of your time, Sir!” he was waving a smartphone.

For the residents of the lowest cluster like Ret, 600 Credits was the equivalent of 2 months of luxurious living in the Area.1 Inn as well as Area.0 where he could live.

“600 seconds?!” The beggar was still a little surprised. However, he maintained an expression about Ret, asking, “Ho~Nak, is that really enough?

“Uh.” Ret nodded and stared at his smartphone. “Do I need to transfer now?”

The beggar merely pursed his lips while shrugging, and allowed Ret to transfer the Credits he had offered.

Then suddenly, the smartphone screen held by Ret changed color to yellow and said:

Transfer 600 Credits to account: %$##112

[Yes] Or [No]

While Ret patted while touching his smartphone screen in the column: [Yes], and his Credit balance was immediately reduced by 600 with the smartphone screen he held changed color to blue.

“So,” asked the beggar, with his eyes fixed on the yellow paper curled in Ret's hands, “what is it?”

“This ...” Ret handed her the grocery list that Ret wrote to her. “I need this to do something.”

The beggar only smiled faintly as he raised one eyebrow when he saw the list of tools Ret ordered.

“Can I buy all that?” pinta Ret to the beggar.

The beggar nodded lightly. “All of these tools are in Warehouse. Do you want to negotiate these tools first?”

“A-me ... That,” asks Ret, nervous. How do you negotiate, huh?!

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