Enforcer Manual
Chapter 515 - 509: January 7th (Part Two)_1

Chapter 515: Chapter 509: January 7th (Part Two)_1

"Deer Horn Ringing, focused on alarm bells for thirty years, providing a never-late guarantee for lazy people."

In the dead of night, Lu Xiang held her phone, the advertisement on the screen deeply captivated her gaze, and the sound of even breathing came from beside her—the phone’s screen was the only source of light in the bedroom.

This was absolutely the most ingenious advertisement she’d seen this year, one that caught your eye and wouldn’t let go.

The advertisement’s image was of a middle-aged man with a smile that suggested he might be a boss or something; there was also a line of floating text in the image:

"The boss will never have to worry about me being late again. Choose Deer Horn Ringing, and start being an excellent company person today!"

For some reason, the conversation from last night suddenly popped into Lu Xiang’s head, when Song Lan seriously educated her on how to be a bad woman.

The complicated and bothersome alarm unlock method in the advertisement page struck a chord with her and brought a mischievous grin to her face as she prepared to play a prank.

But she quickly realized something and put on a serious face, wiping the smile off her face.

Fortunately, Song Lan always had a good quality of sleep. He would never suddenly wake up in the middle of the night to find her breaking character with a sneaky grin.

Lu Xiang turned over, confirmed that Song Lan hadn’t stirred, and stealthily got out of bed.

For a top graduate from Morning Star Academy, sneaking techniques were fundamental.

She went to the side of the bed, unlocked Song Lan’s phone with his index finger, and downloaded this alarm clock, which could reportedly satisfy even the sternest bosses of the United Government, onto his phone. The date on the phone screen told her that tomorrow was a day off, but as a bad woman, she set up Song Lan’s early morning plan with a smile filled with mischief.

The first alarm started at 6:03 AM, and within the next hour, Song Lan would face a barrage of reminders from the alarm.

Almost the moment she set the alarm, a message from the rescuer department popped up on her phone.

Lu Xiang looked at the unexpected "overtime text" and her mischievous smile froze on her face. At that moment, she felt the bitter taste of karma.

She pouted, her spirits deflated, and she felt a twinge of shame for a good while before replying with the usual "Received."

Then, as usual, she collapsed back to sleep, pulling the blanket over her head.

The text from the rescuer department mentioned that a mysterious VIP would visit district seventeen tomorrow, and the department asked her to be ready to be on call at any time.

...

Today, at 6:00 AM.

Song Lan unexpectedly opened his eyes, against his norm.

A sense of crisis turned into a nightmare, giving him an early warning, and almost as soon as his eyes opened, his hand reflexively reached for the phone on the nightstand.

All this happened before he was fully awake; by the time he had come to his senses, the phone was already clenched in his hand.

The string of alarms on the screen explained the source of his sense of crisis.

Someone was trying to harm him!

It was clearly his day off, yet Lu Xiang had set ten alarms for the next hour, pushing him to wake up—and from the app’s description, this was no ordinary alarm app. The unlock code was extremely complex. Even though Lu Xiang had thoughtfully placed her pre-set password on the nightstand, entering it to turn off the alarm meant he was already wide awake.

Any plans to snooze his way back to sleep were definitely dashed.

In all honesty, Song Lan was starting to regret teaching Lu Xiang how to be a bad woman.

With the forewarning of his premonition, he preemptively stopped the first alarm, at least sparing himself from being rudely awakened by a noisy sound early in the morning.

But...

Why had he woken up so early today?

Walking into the living room, Song Lan couldn’t help but feel puzzled about this anomaly in his usually regular biological clock.

Rather than a sense of crisis, it felt more like an instinctive reaction to knowing he would be woken up by a noisy alarm in his sleep.

But soon his attention was shifted to the note left on the dining table by Lu Xiang.

The cute emoticons on the note involuntarily conjured up an image of Lu Xiang flashing him such an expression, while breakfast consisted of steaming sweet soy milk and sandwiches, all his usual favorites. Whatever the novelty, Lu Xiang’s learning ability was always exceptional.

She had already begun to grasp the essence of being a bad woman.

Clutching a sandwich, Song Lan attributed his earlier confusion to a groggy dream. He had had dreams where he got out of bed, washed up, dressed, and was biking to work when suddenly he’d wake up in shock, only to terrifyingly find himself still in bed.

Some called these dreams precognitive, claiming they had dreamed of things before they happened.

Experts on the show "Walk Close to Science" explained that when dream scenarios closely resembled real life, it often made people mistakenly think they had foreseen the future, when in fact it was a very common illusion.

After sipping the sweet soy milk from his bowl, Song Lan, with the remnants of sleepiness, began to contemplate life on this restful early morning.

Upon reflection, he indeed remembered some pressing matters.

Based on Mr. Killer’s remarks from yesterday, Lu Xiang had prepared the insurance company’s documents. If used properly, they might just be able to discern who was behind the hiring of Mr. Killer.

Only, why did all these thoughts feel oddly familiar, as if he had gone through them in the past?

Was this also an effect of a precognitive dream?

Regardless, he sent a text message, informing the other party according to the original plan that he had found these documents in the safe in Lu Xiang’s bedroom.

Moments later, he received a reply from Mr. Killer:

"I’ve encountered some trouble, be wary of the Unusual Case Investigation Bureau."

"After I deal with the trouble I will find an opportunity to meet you. Remember, I will use a different method of contact at the time, if someone responds to you with a text message, it means they have managed to get my phone."

Two replies in a row, both pointing directly at the Unusual Case Investigation Bureau.

Yet, Song Lan was not surprised by this fact. Instead of being upset, he worried about Mr. Killer’s current situation. He remembered Hanna mentioning her work at the prosthetic hospital, and now he thought that apart from pursuing Angle Saffire, there were some agents who were tasked with handling the aftermath.

Since Mr. Killer told him to await further contact, it left him free for the entire day today.

What should he do now?

He found himself deep in thought once again.

The coffee table in the living room displayed the collector’s edition of "Sponge and Starfish" that Lu Xiang had bought online—it could not only recall childhood memories but was also the perfect way to pass the time.

However, at the same time, another voice emerged deep within his heart.

Maybe he wouldn’t be able to do anything today.

Because someone would soon be knocking on the door of his apartment.

Huh?

Why had he suddenly come up with such a strange thought?

At almost the same time, reality presented an even stranger side than ideas and dreams, as knocking sounds emerged from the always visitor-free apartment.

"Knock knock knock, knock knock knock—"

"Hello, we are agents from the Unusual Case Investigation Bureau. Is Mr. Song Lan at home?"

Strange inquiries came from outside the door.

Song Lan glanced towards the window.

Before long, a small eye-shaped drone slowly made its way into his line of sight.