Bang.
He closed the door and the taxi slowly drove away.
There was a lot of noise all around.
Ronan raised his head and looked at the tall buildings in front of him. The flow of cars honking their horns is intertwined with the flow of people.
It's the same place, Doyle Street, that financial company.
However, my state of mind is completely different from when I first arrived.
Many members of the opposite sex along the street slowed down and looked at Ronan.
Just like when a man sees a beautiful woman, he wants to take a second look at her and feast his eyes on her.
I took out my phone and looked at the time. It was almost five o'clock in the afternoon.
Ronan straightened his tie and stepped into the company.
Press the elevator and come to the Human Resources Department floor.
When he reached the stairs, he suddenly had a bold idea.
Catherine, it's on the floor above. Why don't you go take a look
Unexpectedly, before he even stepped onto the steps, he was isolated by an invisible wall of air, completely giving up this idea.
What kind of old ruler is this? Is he so powerful that even the system is preventing contact with him
After complaining, Ronan entered the human resources department.
Looking around, many people are packing their things.
He went straight to the desk of the woman who asked for Lina's phone last time and said, "Are you getting off work?"
The woman was squatting to collect documents. She heard the sound and glanced up. Her eyes were full of surprise and joy: "No... no. What can you do? I can finish my work before getting off work."
"Let's wait a while." Ronan found a chair in front of her desk and sat down: "We'll wait until they get off work. There are many people here."
His original intention was to wait for the person to leave and then use charm to extract information.
If you ask directly, you may be deliberately embarrassed and teased, which is a waste of time.
For convenience, it doesn’t take more than a few minutes.
The woman seemed to have misunderstood something and looked very excited.
As soon as five o'clock arrives, the employees on the floor start getting off work one after another.
A few women saw a handsome guy staying here and wanted to stay a little longer, asking for a cell phone number or something, but they were kicked out by her.
Soon, she and Ronan were the only two people left on this floor.
"Come here." The woman led him to a corner, twisted her waist deliberately, and said with eyes: "There is no surveillance here, you can do anything you want."
Ronan was amused and shook his head: "Look into my eyes."
A flash of pink flashed from her eyes.
Charm succeeded.
"Bring up my employee information."
"Okay... okay."
The two returned to the desk, and as the woman tapped on the keyboard, an employee information was pulled up.
In the address column, it is 11 Washington Street.
In the emergency contact column, a phone number was left, and the name noted was Parker.
Ronan took out his cell phone and dialed.
"Hey, who is it?" A man's voice came from the other end of the phone.
He sounds young, and he is probably his former best friend or good friend.
"it's me."
"Bruce! Where did you go? Your phone has been turned off for several days." The voice on the phone was a little unhappy: "It's almost time to pay the rent. Don't expect me to help you advance it."
From his description, it sounds like he is a roommate who shares a house with himself.
Ronan thought about the words and wanted to confirm the authenticity of the address: "It's okay, Parker, I'll be right back. By the way, someone wants to send me something. What's the house number where we live?"
"No. 11 Washington Street." There was a sound of shower running on the other end of the phone, as if preparing to take a bath: "I haven't seen you for a few days, and I can even forget the house number. Are you having fun with the rich woman? Oh, I won't talk anymore, I'm going to take a shower. , come back as soon as you have time."
After hanging up the phone, Ronan read the file in the taxi more than ten minutes ago.
At this time, the taxi had just entered Doyle Street.
Ronan pushed the driver's seat: "Please go to Washington Street, thank you."
"OK."
It was metered driving anyway, so the driver didn’t say much, turned the steering wheel to the right, changed lanes, and headed south.
More than twenty minutes later, the taxi arrived at its destination.
Washington Street is located in Lower Manhattan, directly opposite Washington Park, with a wide green area.
Many passers-by walked under the iconic arch.
After paying and getting off the bus, Ronan quickly found No. 11 based on the house number.
This is a two-story upscale building.
"Ding dong."
Ronan didn't have the key on him, so he rang the doorbell directly.
After ringing five or six times, a thumping sound came from inside.
Then, the door opened.
A young man in his twenties was wiping his head with a bath towel. He was shirtless and had a strong build. He should be the Parker on the phone.
"Where have you been these days?" Parker stepped out of the way and muttered: "I don't want you to go missing. If it takes another two days, I might go to the police station to report the case as a missing person."
Ronan smiled awkwardly, entered the house and closed the door: "How much?"
"ah?"
Ronan reminded: "How much is the rent?"
"Oh, two thousand."
Seeing Ronan take out two thousand US dollars and hand it over, Parker's eyes were narrow and he glanced back and forth at him: "Tell me the truth, where did you get the money?"
"You don't have to worry about it." As he said that, Ronan walked upstairs.
"Hey, this guy seems to be more handsome." Parker looked at his back and smacked his lips: "Tsk, tsk, tsk, it's just different when a woman nourishes him."
Ronan was really angry and funny towards this roommate, and he didn't want to say anything more.
When you come to the second floor, there is a room on the left and right.
The door on the right opened, and there was very rhythmic music playing inside. It should be Parker's room.
Ronan came to the door on the left, twisted it, and the door opened.
The room is about 20 square meters, and there are not many furnishings in the room.
There is a desk next to the wall on the right side of the door, next to a large wardrobe.
On the left side of the door are several cabinets, a bed, and some sundries piled in the corner.
In addition to scattered books, there are also bottles and jars of things like cosmetics placed on the desk.
It seems that Ontology paid great attention to maintenance in the past.
Ronan checked the house, but found no useful clues except various documents and daily necessities.
what a pity.
After a while, Parker opened the door and walked in.
He was still naked and holding a half-bitten hot dog in his hand.
Seeing Ronan's cell phone on the desk, Parker said sourly: "You still have money to get a new one, you're doing well."
After that, he picked up his phone and fiddled with it, raised his head and asked, "Why did you change your password?"
When Ronan heard this, his eyes lit up.
Judging from Parker's performance, he probably knows the password.
Ronan cleared his throat and said deceitfully: "How do you know my password?"
"19760624, you changed it again and again and always used your birthday as the password. I memorized it all. It's really not challenging at all." Parker put the phone back on the desk, swallowed the remaining hot dog in one gulp, and raised his eyebrows: "Why, which woman set the password for you this time?"
"Get out, get out." Ronan stepped forward and pushed Parker out of the house.
"Hey, don't push, don't push." Parker stretched out his hand to grab the doorframe, winked, and said with a mean smile: "The schoolgirl from last time, please introduce me to her, the one with the longest legs."
"Let's talk about it later." Ronan pushed Parker out and locked the door.
When he came to the bedside, he took out his mobile phone.
Try the password and it works!
After Ronan unlocked it, he first went to look at the photo album.
Unfortunately, there are no artistic photos like those taken by Teacher Chen.
There are a series of missed calls in the call log.
In addition to Parker, there is also a note for the steward's number, which is played the most.
Oh, butler
Ronan nodded proudly. It seemed that his previous guess was indeed correct.
Those who can afford a housekeeper must be rich.
So, Ontology is really a rich second generation
Ronan coughed dryly and pressed the callback button.
After a short busy tone, the call went through...