Chapter 347 Accidents Occur Frequently
After making sure that the detective had not done anything too much, Ka returned to the rented house. Because of the weather, Camus found that the windows were frozen when he returned home.
"It's really cold? What will the weather be like tomorrow?" Camus muttered in a low voice, and then he found that it would snow heavily tomorrow. He couldn't help but complain that there was too much snow during this period. If it continued like this, he would not only freeze to death but also starve to death.
After washing his face with hot water, Camus suddenly felt sleepy. He immediately lay down on the bed and fell asleep quickly.
"Hoohoo... Ka..." Just as Camus fell asleep, the cold wind outside the window blew whistling. Because the wind was strong, the window was blown open all of a sudden. Because Camus was promoted to a meteorologist, he was more sensitive to the temperature. When he found that the temperature outside was rapidly dropping, he suddenly opened his eyes and saw that his window was blown open. The cold wind mixed with snowflakes blew the furniture to the left and right.
"Boom..." With a crisp sound, a cup on the kitchen cabinet suddenly fell and spilled the oil all of a sudden. Camus ran over to see the situation as soon as he saw it.
"Is the wind so strong?" Seeing the oil on the ground, Camus silently complained. Now he had to clean it up by himself.
"Ding ding ding..." Just then the doorbell rang. Camus looked suspiciously. He had no friends in Caldecott City. Who would come to find him?
"Sir, are you at home? You should pay the gas bill and sanitation fee for this month. The total is... um... 2 silver coins and 3 coppers."
Hearing this, Camus understood that this was the staff who came to collect the gas bill, but he had only been here for half a month. Did he have to pay the bill?
"Ka... Sir, I think you should go to the landlord. I just moved in." At the door was a man in a black uniform holding a cigarette in one hand. 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 Madikka Empire and 870,000 rental houses. We can't all ask the landlords." The man threw away his cigarette and handed a tax bill to Camus, staring straight into Camus' eyes, as if he would call someone out if he disagreed.
"I know, 2 silver coins and 3 coppers, right? Wait a minute." Camus looked at the tax bill and stopped talking nonsense. He turned and walked towards the bedroom. He had just thrown his money bag beside the bed when he went to sleep.
At this moment, a cold wind blew in the passage outside the door. The tax collector shivered while hugging his body. He looked around and cursed.
"Taxes are collected accurately in this weather, but it's too cold. The winter in Bilin City is still as cold as ever." After complaining, he stood at the door and glanced at Camus's house. After finding that it was no different from ordinary civilian houses, he didn't care. At this time, Camus also came over with four silver coins, and there were no copper coins in his money bag.
"You need to pay me 97 copper coins."
"Where can I find so many copper coins for you? How about this, I'll keep a record of it for you, and I'll charge you less next time?" When the tax collector heard him cursing, Camus decisively handed him three silver coins and prepared to close the door to rest.
"Huh..." Just then, a cold wind blew from the window again. Camus suddenly saw a fire in his kitchen. He suddenly remembered that his oil had spilled. So where did the fire come from?
"Hey, what's going on?" Camus hurried over to put out the fire. The tax collector at the door frowned when he saw it.
"Do you need help?"
"Thank you, but no." At this time, Camus suddenly remembered that this guy came with a cigarette in his mouth. Could it be that the cigarette butt rolled in and just rolled into the kitchen, and then his house was spilled with oil? There are too many coincidences, right?
"Boom..." Camus used a towel to put out the fire. Just then, a cold wind blew from the window again. The fire in the room suddenly burst out and became more intense. Camus cursed when he saw it.
"This is too much of a coincidence, isn't it?"
"Sir, your house is on fire, don't you need help?" Seeing the fire in the kitchen getting bigger, the tax collector who was watching the excitement outside the door continued to speak. Camus' face darkened when he heard it. He was sure that the fire was caused by the cigarette butt. He saw the cigarette butt that had been burned to ashes when he was putting out the fire just now. If it weren't for this, would his house catch fire?
"I need help, go to the bathroom and bring some water." Hearing Camus's order, the tax collector at the door immediately ran to the bathroom and brought a basin of water. The two of them took a lot of effort to put out the fire. When Camus looked at the dark kitchen, he felt like crying without tears. Let's not talk about how much money he had to pay. If it weren't for this, would his house catch fire? Thinking of this, Camus looked at the tax collector with a bad look.
"Why are you looking at me? Come... let's calculate it. The labor fee is 2 silver coins, the water fee is 1 silver coin, and the danger fee is 2 taels of silver coins..." He paused here, thought about it, and spoke carefully.
"And... air pollution fee of 5 silver coins." He was a little uncertain when he said this. Camus' face darkened when he heard it, and he pointed outside the door.
"Please go out. If your cigarette butt hadn't rolled in, my house wouldn't have caught fire."
"Oh... you want to default on your debt? Do you know who I am?" Seeing Camus's unfriendly eyes, the tax collector also looked at Camus arrogantly and took out a cigarette and lit it.
"It'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."
Camus looked up to the sky and sighed. What sin did he commit today? He had been unhappy since morning. There were frequent accidents in the morning. He ate dog food at noon and met a weird tax collector in the afternoon. Is this really a bad 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 climbed 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 Billing 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 rolling in her eyes, but she wouldn't 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 that it will cost about 300 gold coins." Hearing this, Camus ran back to pick up the coins dropped by the tax collector. After all, it was money, but he was curious about how the other party would report back?
"Ahem... I will compensate according to the price. Please call the owner of the house."
After endless bargaining, Camus paid 260 gold coins in compensation. Of course, after counting the 30 gold coins, it was 230 gold coins. He was successfully driven out in the eyes of the owner who hated evil. However, the other party still did a good thing and allowed Camus to pack his clothes. Camus didn't want her red skirt to be seen by them. It was a perverted behavior no matter how she looked at it.