Primordial Sequence

Chapter 347 Frequent Accidents

After making sure that the detective did not do anything too much, Kamie returned to the place where he rented the house. Due to the weather, Kamie found that the windows had frozen when he returned home.

"It's really cold? So what's the weather going to be tomorrow?" Camus muttered in a low voice, and then he found that it would still snow heavily tomorrow. He couldn't help complaining that there was too much snow during this period, and if it continued like this, he would freeze to death. I'm starving to death.

After washing his face with hot water, Camus suddenly felt sleepy. He immediately lay on the bed and quickly fell into a deep sleep.

"Huhuhu...ka..." Just as Camus fell asleep, the cold wind outside the window whistled loudly. Because the wind was relatively strong, the window was blown open all of a sudden, and Camus because of his promotion He is a meteorologist and is more sensitive to temperature. When he noticed that the temperature outside was dropping rapidly, he suddenly opened his eyes and saw that the windows of his home were blown open, and the cold wind mixed with snowflakes blew the furniture around.

"Boom..." With a crisp sound, a cup on the kitchen cabinet suddenly fell, and the oil was knocked over. Camus quickly ran over to see the situation.

"Is the wind that strong?" He complained silently when he saw Youka Miao lying on the ground. Now it was enough for him to clean up.

"Dang, dong, dong, dong…" At this moment, the doorbell rang, and Kamius glanced suspiciously. He had no friends in Catic City, so who would come looking for him?

"Sir, are you at home? It's time for you to pay this month's gas bill and sanitation fee. The total is... um... 2 silver coins and 3 coppers."

Hearing this, Kamiu understood that this was a staff member who came to collect the gas bill, but he had only been here for half a month, so he had to pay?

"Ka...Sir, I think you should go find the landlord. I just moved in." There was a man in black uniform holding a cigarette in his hand at the door. He glanced at Camus and spoke in a low voice.

"According to the provisions of the Tax Law, whoever lives in the house is responsible for the tax. There are more than 3 million foreigners in the entire Madica Empire and 870,000 rental houses. We can't all find the landlord." The man threw away his cigarette, handed Camus a tax bill, and stared directly into Camus' eyes, as if he would call someone out if he disagreed.

"I see, 2 silver coins and 3 coppers, right? Wait a moment." Camus stopped talking nonsense after taking a look at the tax bill. He turned and walked to the bedroom. He had left the money bag beside the bed when he slept.

At this moment, a cold wind blew in the passage outside the door. The tax collector hugged his body and shuddered. He glanced left and right at the cursed mouth.

"Tax collection is accurate in this weather. It's just too cold. Winter in Bilin City is still as cold as ever." After complaining, he stood at the door and glanced at Camus' house, and found that it was no different from ordinary civilian houses. Then he stopped caring. At this time, Camus also came over with four silver coins. There were no copper coins in his wallet.

"You need to pay me 97 copper coins."

"I went there to find you so many copper coins? How about I mark it down for you and collect less next time?" The tax collector cursed and said, Camus decisively handed him three silver coins and prepared to close the door and rest. .

"Huh..." Just at this moment, another cold wind blew outside the window. Camiao suddenly saw a fire suddenly ignited in his kitchen. He suddenly remembered that his oil was spilled, so where did the fire come from?

"Hey, what's going on?" Kamiao hurriedly walked over to put out the fire. The tax collector at the door frowned when he saw it.

"Do you need help?"

"Thank you, no need." At this moment, Camus suddenly remembered that this guy came here with a cigarette in his mouth. It couldn't be that the cigarette butt rolled in. It just happened to roll into the kitchen, and then his house was spilled with oil. This was too many coincidences. Already?

"Boom..." Camus put out the fire with a towel. Just then, another cold wind blew outside the window. The fire in the room suddenly broke out and became more intense. Camus immediately cursed when he saw it.

"Isn't this too much of a coincidence?"

"Sir, your house is on fire, don't you need help?" Seeing that the fire in the kitchen was getting bigger again, the tax collector watching the excitement outside the door continued to speak. Camus' face darkened when he heard this. He was already sure that the fire was caused by cigarette butts. , when he put out the fire just now, he saw the cigarette butts that had been burned to ashes. If it hadn't been for this, would his house have caught fire?

"I need help. You go into the bathroom and bring some water." After hearing Camus' instructions to the tax collector at the door, he immediately ran to the bathroom and brought a basin of water. It took a lot of effort for the two of them to put out the fire. When Camus looked at the already dark kitchen, he suddenly felt like crying. Let's not talk about how much money he had to pay. If it weren't for this, would his house be on fire? Thinking of Camus, she looked at the tax collector with an evil look.

"What do you think I'm doing? Come... Let's calculate it. The working time fee is 2 silver coins, the water lift fee is 1 silver coin, the danger fee is 2 taels of silver coins..." At this point, he obviously paused, and after thinking for a while, he spoke cautiously.

"And... the air pollution fee is 5 silver coins." At this point, he was a little unsure. Camus' face turned dark when he heard this, and he pointed to the door.

"Please go out, if your cigarette butts hadn't rolled in, my house wouldn't have caught fire."

"Hey... you want to default on your debt? Do you know who I am?" Seeing Camus' unfriendly eyes, the tax collector also looked at Camus arrogantly and took out a cigarette to light it.

"That's pure nonsense. You said I caused your house to catch fire. Do you have any evidence? I think you just don't want to pay me."

Kamiao looked up to the sky and sighed, what evil had he done today? A bad day started in the morning. Accidents occurred frequently in the morning. I ate dog food at noon and met a strange tax collector in the afternoon. Is this really an unlucky day?

"Here, leave quickly, I can't bear it." Camus was not ready to argue. He immediately took out a gold coin and handed it to the tax collector, hoping that his bad mood would be relieved after he left.

"Eh... were you being aggressive just now? Forget it, I wish you good luck, I'll leave first." Seeing Camus' cooperation, the tax collector's attitude became gentler. He immediately took a deep breath of cigarette, took the gold coins and turned around. Just left, and before leaving, he threw the cigarette butt at the kitchen window. He was about to throw the cigarette butt out, but his accuracy was not good. It hit the window frame and bounced back, landing on the gas pipe.

"Dang..." Camus immediately heard a crisp sound. He turned around and saw that the gas pipe had cracked. An unpleasant gas smell filled the whole room. His cigarette butt was just a few centimeters away from the break. , a word suddenly came to his mind.

Thermal expansion and contraction, and the gas pipe exploded due to the gravity of the cigarette butt. Not to mention that he didn't believe it, no one believed it, but the fact had already happened. Isn't this too much of a coincidence?

"Shh...it's okay, stay away, it's okay." The tax collector's heart was in his throat. When he saw that there was still some distance to go to the port to dispose of the cigarette butts, he comforted Camus.

"Shut up, what is going on today? Is it poisonous?" Kamius exploded. He was definitely possessed by bad luck. Today was too miserable.

"Uh...it's okay. I understand. I'll leave first." The tax collector also knew that he was in the wrong. He smiled awkwardly and was about to leave. At this moment, the two of them felt a breeze blowing against their faces. They seemed to have a connection. Looking at the pipe, I saw the cigarette butt slowly rolling to the port of the gas pipe.

"Holy crap...boom..." A violent explosion sounded, and the erupting explosion mixed with flames seemed to tear the two of them apart. Camus immediately waved his arm, hugged the tax collector and rolled out. At this time, he used his extraordinary It's too late, so I can only use my body's subconscious reaction to dodge.

"Ahem..."

After the explosion, dust filled the room. Camus coughed and crawled up from the living room. When he saw the almost destroyed room, his heart twitched. The good news was that there was no fire. The bad news was that everything in the living room and kitchen was destroyed. Yes, both rooms need to be renovated. According to the prices in Bilin City, the few thousand gold coins I have will probably be gone.

"I want to be quiet." After seeing that the tax collector was okay, Camus tremblingly took out a cigarette from the drawer on the side and lit one for himself tremblingly.

"Ahem...Have you seen a ghost today? Why am I so unlucky?" The tax collector with black stains on his face also got up, because he was outside just now and was knocked down by Camus again, so he was fine. When he saw the trembling Camus was smoking, gritted his teeth and took out three gold coins from his clothes.

"There's only so much."

"Go away..." Camus stood up with the corners of his mouth twitching upon hearing this. His face looked darker because of the stains on his face. He pointed to his door and opened the door lightly, then turned around and walked towards the bedroom.

"Hiss..." The tax collector got up from the ground. When he saw the burns on Camus' back, he gasped. There were still scattered sparks on Camus' clothes, and his back was burnt blood red. There were drops of blood seeping through his body, but why did he look so calm? He knew that Camus had saved him, so he immediately prepared to speak.

"Maybe you can add a zero after three gold coins. I guarantee this is the only property I have."

"Aren't you leaving yet?" Camus pressed the cabinet with trembling fingers and glanced helplessly at the tax collector. He wanted to pay the tax collector, but he had to pay for it. He himself was planning to run away.

"Um...don't you feel pain?" The tax collector finally said what he had been holding in his heart. His back was bloody and bloody. How could this guy act like nothing was wrong?

"Someone told me that no matter how big the explosion is, you can't lose your grace. By the way... one more thing, a cigarette at this time can relieve the pain, although it is useless." After saying this, Camus cursed with red eyes. .

"I'll kill you bastard. I'll leave the 30 gold coins for you to buy a coffin. Nothing good will happen to you."

Seeing Camus running over with a wooden stick, the tax collector ran out in a hurry. Before leaving, he kept the thirty gold coins he received today.

Seeing him running away, Camus couldn't hold it in for a while and sat on the ground. Tears rolled in her eyes, but she refused to cry.

"What's wrong with me? Is it poisonous?"

"Sir, are you okay? Do you need to call a doctor?" At this time, the residents who came after hearing the news also saw Camus sitting at the door with a miserable look on his face. They asked with a serious look after seeing Camus' injury.

"If you have nothing to do, please go away. We were experimenting with magic just now. What you saw was an illusion. It was fake. You were all deceived. Do you think I am in pain?" Camus picked up the coat full of ashes and said seriously. He told everyone that this was magic. By the way, he pointed at his wound and spoke calmly.

"Stop talking nonsense. I know you are renting a house. Are you lying? This is the Nisuo family's house. Please pay for it." Several residents nearby knew that Kamius was renting a house and stopped him immediately. .

"Um... how much is it?" Seeing how they shared the same hatred, Camus, as a transcendent, also felt that this was not good. He immediately asked, if it was less, he should pay it. No matter what, it was his own fault ( Mainly because they were surrounded and couldn’t run away. ), and of course the cheating tax collector.

"I saw that the kitchen and living room were completely destroyed. I estimate it cost about three hundred gold coins." After hearing this, Kamius ran back to pick up the coins dropped by the tax collector. After all, it was not money, but he was curious about what the other party would do when he returned. A business trip?

"Ahem...I will compensate according to the price. Please call the owner of the house."

After endless haggling, Camus paid 260 gold coins in compensation. Of course, after counting the 30 gold coins, it was 230 gold coins. He was successfully kicked out in the eyes of the owner of the house with hatred, but the other party still did something. It's a good thing that Camus is allowed to pack her clothes. Camus doesn't want her red dress to be seen by them. It's a perverted behavior no matter how you look at it.

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