After squirting the little ball out, there has been no movement outside, and even the noise in the various rooms outside has not been heard, it is a dead silence that seems to be isolated from reality.
Xiao Lan did not act rashly, he waited silently.
After waiting for a while, there was finally a sound of footsteps coming in outside. The sound of footsteps was two people.
"Baby~ I love you so much~"
"Baby, me too~"
"Today we are going to take a bath together~"
"MUA~"
Accompanied by the sound of footsteps came greasy words of love. At the same moment, the hustle and bustle outside also passed, and the bathroom was finally no longer a separate space that seemed to be divided.
After taking a shower quickly, Xiao Lan pushed open the broken door of the bathroom cubicle.
The one opened at the same time, and the opposite one.
Xiao Lan had a face-to-face meeting with Wu Ting, who opened the door opposite. After seeing the expressions on each other's faces at the moment, the two exchanged unsuspecting eyes.
Obviously they all encountered the same thing just now, and it seems that Wu Ting also has its own solution.
The girl in Wu Ting now has her long hair dripping, casually draped over her shoulders, wrapped in only a bath towel, she just came out like this.
In order to show respect for the other party, Xiao Lan quickly looked away.
But just in that short glance, he still found Wu Ting's chest... It was so flat that he could run a hundred grass mud horses, just like a man. It turned out that the previous turbulent waves were all due to silica gel or sponge cushions!
What about the most basic trust between people
Wu Ting didn't notice Xiao Lan's inner tremor, she just stepped on her graceful steps and left.
On the other side, the sound of the water in the couple's room has already sounded, accompanied by some unharmonious sounds. There was a layer of goose bumps on Xiao Lan's whole body, fearing that he would be left with the hot ears, he rubbed his arms, speeded up his pace, and hurriedly left.
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Back in the room, Xiao Lan found Luo standing in the darkness.
The false city outside the window brought a layer of faint light, reflecting on his side face that outlined the high nose bridge, slightly smiling lips, and the curved jaw, which made Luo's facial features particularly outstanding.
Luo seemed to be thinking about something, and the appearance of serious thinking revealed a unique charm.
He didn't come back to his senses until Xiao Lan's footsteps appeared at the door of the room.
"Sir." Luo looked at Xiao Lan, "There seems to be a power outage in the room."
Xiao Lan: "..."
The beautiful scenes before were all broken, so this guy was thinking about why the power went out
Xiao Lan stepped forward to check, and found that the landlord had modified the circuit in the partition room, and the power would be cut off at night. He was really stingy to a certain extent.
Perhaps Zhang Donghui of the terminal supermarket has a very common language with him.
Even the shabby, old, crunching little fan on top of his head stopped, and it seemed to be the rhythm of being heated to death tonight.
Xiao Lan looked at the room: "Unfortunately, I don't have tools at hand, otherwise I can change a circuit or something."
Luo was very curious: "Sir, how many skills did poverty enable you to master?"
Xiao Lan thought for a while: "Our poor ghosts are like this..."
Just as the two were talking, there was a sudden rustle above their heads.
Xiao Lan looked up and saw something appeared on the fan he had just looked at before. Slender, obsolete, as if blended with stains-hemp rope.
They had obviously thrown this thing out before, and just a moment ago, when Xiao Lan looked up at the fan, there was no such thing on it.
Before the two of them knew it, it appeared on its own!
Now that there is no wind outside, the twine is swaying by itself, full of provocation. He was clearly saying: scumbags, I'm back again, you hit me.
Facing this reckless hemp rope, the emotionless demolition machine and his lackey decided to let it understand the cruelty of reality.
Xiao Lan gave Luo a look, and Luo knew instantly.
He stood up, stretched his slender arm and tore the arrogant twine from the fan.
On the other side, Xiao Lan rummaged in the debris in the room, and finally found a wooden stick.
The two teamed up to wrap this innocent little hemp rope that didn't know what would happen in the future, and found a broken bucket to put it in.
Xiao Lan smiled and took out [This is a poisonous dagger] from the storage space and shook it towards the twine.
[This is a poisonous dagger] Treating ordinary items will not inspire toxins, but if this twine is not ordinary, it can be easy to handle.
At this time the hemp rope finally felt something was wrong, and it tried to struggle. However, I found that I didn't know which animal had tied him a bunch of knots and tied him firmly to the stick. Now it is more tangled than the headphone cable and can't be untied at all.
It could only watch Xiao Lan swing a dagger at it "openly".
"[This is a poisonous dagger] Causes damage to the upper sling No. 13, with additional toxicity: Liushen toilet water"
The fragrance of toilet water permeates the narrow partition room, refreshing, pleasant, repelling mosquitoes and relieving itching.
Xiao Lan: "..."
Brother, can you do it? Don't leak at this critical time, okay
Xiao Lan swung several swords at the hemp rope continuously:
"[This is a poisonous dagger] It damages the upper sling No. 13, with additional toxicity: 84 disinfectant"
"[This is a poisonous dagger] It damages the upper sling No. 13, with additional toxicity: insect growth regulator"
…
Hanging rope No. 13 can't help but shudder again, the only thing that can move is shaking and shaking: Come on, two silly comparisons~
Xiao Lan flicked the last knife with a black face:
"[This is a poisonous dagger] Caused damage to the upper sling No. 13, with additional toxicity: aqua regia"
"Chiff—" The sound of corrosion appeared along with the yellow mist, and the acid liquid followed the dagger into the upper sling No. 13, spreading along the wound pierced by the dagger, and expanded at an unscientific speed.
Xiao Lan quickly took a step back, avoiding the gas that appeared.
Hanging rope No. 13 immediately struggled desperately, but Wang Shui raged in its body as if it had life. Accompanied by the rising mist, soon, only a puddle of things left behind was invisible.
Hang the rope No. 13, pawn.
The rope is in the rivers and lakes, how can it not be overturned.
While the barrel was still alive, Xiao Lan easily threw the broken barrel out of the window, anyway, morality or something was useless in such a false city.
Now, the room is finally quiet.
Xiao Lan thought that he didn't know what would happen at night, so it's better to go to bed earlier now.
But he didn't want him to just lie down in bed, and there was a group of mice rushing and whizzing past the window. The coquettish position made the old metal pipes outside the window step on the rhythmic noise, as if a wild Di was jumping.
Xiao Lan: "..."
For some reason, even the cities outside are fake, but there are still rats.
At the same time, the cultists living next door to Xiao Lan also started to make noise, chanting "God punish" and "Please punish me" while hitting the wall. The sound of banging against the wall continued through the repair and did not leave at all. The wall of the heart spreads over.
Xiao Lan: "..."
On the other side, the couple came back from the shower but started quarreling, and the wall was empty in front of their voices:
"I want to break up with you! You tasteless man in boxers!"
"What's wrong with the boxer briefs, isn't it insecure?"
"But why are your boxers pink? Hello Kitty is printed on them!"
"Doesn't this mean that I'm so cute!?"
"Where is the pirated version cute!?"
"Are you stupid!"
"You fucking stupid!"
Then there is the sound of jerky fighting.
One of the players seemed to choose a long-range attack, and various objects were thrown out continuously. However, the player seemed to have poor accuracy. Most of these things hit the wall in the direction of Xiao Lan, making a huge "bang" sound.
Xiao Lan: "..."
Oh, still sleep.
Xiao Lan sat up from the bed with a solemn face. He knocked on the wall to remind the couple next door who was indulging in the men's and women's Sanda competition. They lived next to two big living people.
Where can lovers who are fighting hard have spare time to care about other people
The man among them yelled in the direction of the wall: "What knock? A dead single dog with no money and no one wants. Believe it or not, I will come over in the middle of the night to clean up you!"
"Eat my stinky socks attack last week!"
The woman also took the time to shout: "Dead single dog! Let's eat shit!"
"Oh, you actually attacked me with slippers!"
Xiao Lan, a dead single dog who has no money and no one wants, feels the anger of Li Li at this moment! Although I am poor and single, this is not the reason why you despise me!
He said to Luo, who was watching the scenery by the window, "I want them to see the beatings of social people!"
Luo turned around and looked at him, and smiled slightly: "I'll do it for you, sir."
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next door.
The man chanting slogans has been forced to the door by his girlfriend and is covering his face with a plastic basin. He is brewing a chance to fight back.
The door behind him was suddenly knocked open by a strong force. The force of the door opening and closing knocked him out, facing the slippers in his girlfriend's hand straight, and was knocked to the ground with his girlfriend.
The two rolled into a tuft looked in the direction of the door in horror.
I saw the single dog living next door, and the man in the three-piece suit that I had seen before. The two smiled gently and decently at them, looking elegant and kind.
If you ignore the door that has been kicked around them tottering.
"You you you..." the man tried to organize the language.
The two people who entered the door didn't mean to talk nonsense with them. The person who entered the door walked away with long legs and walked towards them. Luluo smoothly took the quilt from the bed in the room.
On the other side, Xiao Lan held a bundle of unidentified nylon rope in her hand and fiddled with it lightly.
Before the two of them got up, the quilt had already covered them.
Then, in the darkness, they felt the weak, pitiful and helpless in front of people in society. When they were relieved, they had been fixed in the quilt with only one head exposed, like two chicken rolls just out of the oven.
Xiao Lan squatted in front of them, showing a harmless smile: "I, want to sleep, understand?"
The two nodded in panic, counseling very quickly and firmly.
I saw the devil in front of me smiled with satisfaction, stretched out his hand and patted their head: "If there is another time..."
Luo on the side stretched out his hand and gestured a horizontal line on his neck.
The couple understood in seconds, their heads nodded as if they had gotten crazy.
Saying goodbye to the couple, the two entered the room of the cultists next door and had a cordial and friendly sympathy. The two sides conducted in-depth exchanges on the issue of sleeping at night, and initiated an intimate discussion on the relationship between neighbors in the new era. Finally, the two parties reached an agreement. consensus.
Create a harmonious society, build a beautiful home together, and be a good neighbor in the new era.
After the two left, the cultist who was tied to the bed immobile: "..."
The author has something to say:
Xiao Lan: Although I am a dead single dog who has no money and no one wants, this cannot be a reason for you to despise me.
Luo: Sir, I want you.
Xiao Lan: But you are not human either.
Luo:...