Back in the 3k era, Alex glanced at the others around him who were sprawled out asleep, knowing they were still in the 40k era. He didn't disturb them, simply took a green medicine box from his military chest, put a plastic bag over it, and went out.
Alex carried the garbage bag to the stairwell corner and habitually looked at the trash can placed there.
This trash can was always much cleaner than those in other places.
He lifted the lid, and sure enough, it was empty, without a single stain.
"The cleaning is too thorough," he muttered softly, throwing the plastic bag he was holding inside.
Just as he turned to leave, footsteps came from behind him. Liu Yi came downstairs carrying a black garbage bag, and the two met at the corner.
"Taking out the trash?" Alex greeted him with a smile.
Liu Yi nodded, "Yeah, just finished tidying up at home."
He walked to another trash can and naturally lifted the lid.
"Oh, by the way," Alex suddenly remembered something, "Last time I heard you mention knowing a very skilled doctor? I have a friend who hasn't been sleeping well lately, and I wanted to ask about health preservation…"
"Oh, Doctor Zhang, right?" Liu Yi threw the garbage bag into the bin. "He's indeed very good at treating those kinds of issues. If you need it, I can send you his contact information."
"That would be great!" Alex pulled out his phone to jot down the number, then casually asked, "By the way, do you know where around here sells marine creatures? I want to set up a small marine tank at home."
Liu Yi raised an eyebrow upon hearing this, "What a coincidence, I have a retired comrade who's currently in the saltwater ornamental fish business. Want me to ask him for you?"
"Really? That would be wonderful!" Alex's eyes lit up. "Could you give me his contact information first?"
"Sure, I'll send it to your WeChat later." Liu Yi pulled out his phone and operated it for a few moments. "I'll greet him first and tell him you're my friend."
The two exchanged a few more pleasantries, then Alex bid farewell and went upstairs.
Only after his footsteps disappeared down the hallway did Liu Yi turn and walk towards the clean trash can where Alex had just thrown his garbage.
He naturally lifted the lid, his gaze lingered on the plastic bag inside for a second, then he casually closed the lid.
He looked around, confirmed there was no one else in the hallway, and then slowly left.
Ten minutes later, a cleaner in a blue uniform appeared at the corner, pushing a cleaning cart.
He wore a mask and deftly moved the unusually clean trash can onto the cart, replacing it with a normal trash can that showed some signs of use.
The entire process was smooth, like routine cleaning work that happened every day.
The cleaner pushed the cart steadily out of the unit door, through the community green belt, and finally stopped in front of the garbage station.
A brand new garbage truck was already waiting there, with the logo of an environmental protection company printed on its body.
The cleaner loaded the special trash can onto the truck, and the garbage truck then started, slowly driving away from the community.
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Alex pushed open the door and returned home, walking straight to the kitchen to get a can of iced cola from the refrigerator.
Water droplets condensed on the aluminum can slid down his fingers. He pulled the tab open with one hand, and with a "hiss," carbonated bubbles joyfully surged up.
He tilted his head back and took a big gulp. The cool liquid slid down his throat, making him comfortably narrow his eyes.
Holding the cola, he strolled to the floor-to-ceiling window in the living room.
The sunlight outside was just right, and several security guards in dark blue uniforms were patrolling.
The security in this community was indeed reassuring. Eight security guards formed a small team, marching in a single file with neat steps as they patrolled the community.
Each person had standard security equipment on their waist: a walkie-talkie, a rubber baton, a powerful flashlight, and some even carried riot shields.
Their well-trained eyes vigilantly scanned every corner. This level of professionalism made Alex feel that the property management fees were well worth it every time he saw them.
However, his gaze was quickly drawn to the young security guard at the end of the line.
That person had a conspicuous black, long, rectangular cloth bag slung over his shoulder, about a meter long, and it looked heavy.
The bag was made of waterproof canvas, with a metal buckle exposed at the top, exactly like the fishing tackle bags commonly used by fishing enthusiasts.
"Carrying fishing gear on patrol?" Alex couldn't help but raise an eyebrow. He really couldn't understand why security patrols would need such an item.
The riot gear was already complete enough; were they going to use fishing rods as weapons?
He recalled the fishing enthusiast he had seen by the river last time, who also carried a similar bag and would sit there all day.
However, Alex himself had no interest in fishing. Every time he went fishing, the hook would get a bite as soon as he cast it, with no skill involved at all, completely missing the fun of waiting.
"Could it be that he's going fishing directly after his shift?" he muttered to himself.
But then he thought, security guards work in shifts, so it couldn't be such a coincidence that he carried fishing gear every time he patrolled, ready to get off work.
Alex's gaze followed the black bag, watching it sway slightly as the security guard walked.
The sunlight hit the bag, faintly reflecting an unusual sheen.
He suddenly thought of a certain possibility, but then shook his head, feeling that he might have been watching too many suspense dramas lately.
"Who cares!" He tilted his head back and finished the last sip of cola, the aluminum can making a slight crumpling sound in his hand.
Alex turned away from the window, not even raising his hand. With just a slight raise of his eyebrow, the empty cola can arced perfectly and landed with a "clunk" precisely into the trash can in the corner of the kitchen.
Ever since he had exchanged for the Psyker talent in the system, these little tricks of telekinesis were incredibly easy for him.
He looked down at his hand, a slight smile playing on his lips—if he went to a comic con now, he wouldn't even need to cosplay a Psyker; dressing as a Lord would be more than enough.
Just as he was immersed in self-mockery, footsteps suddenly came from behind him.
Alex turned around and saw Sea Hare emerging from the Transference Chamber, his expression quite difficult to read.
"What's wrong? Why do you look so bad?" Alex put away his playful thoughts and asked with a frown.
Sea Hare took a deep breath, his voice a bit tight: "Nothing, it's just that Inquisitor you sent…"
He paused, his eyes drifting elsewhere: "executed a group of wounded soldiers."
Upon hearing this, Alex nodded knowingly. For Sea Hare, who hadn't adapted to the 40k era yet, this was indeed too shocking, especially since Alex had assigned him the task of treating the wounded.
However, he also knew that the Inquisitor he sent would not kill people without reason, so he asked Sea Hare, "What was the charge for the execution? Heretics? Or traitors?"
"They were… deserters." Sea Hare sighed, speaking with much helplessness.
Alex couldn't help but raise an eyebrow. Deserters were not uncommon in 40k, but it was somewhat rare for an Inquisitor to be needed to execute deserters.
So he asked Sea Hare, "What exactly happened?"
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