CH 49

After nudging the little ball out, there had been no movement outside, not even the noise from the various rooms outside, a dead silence as if cut off from reality.

Xiao Lan did not make a move, he waited in silence.

After waiting a little longer, the sound of footsteps finally sounded outside as someone entered, and the footsteps sounded like two people.

"Baby ~ I love you so much ~"

"Baby, me too~"

"We're going to take a bath together today~"

"MUA~"

The sound of footsteps was accompanied by greasy love talk, and at the same moment the noise from outside came through, and the bathroom finally ceased to be a separate space as if cut off.

After a quick shower, Xiao Lan pushes open the broken door of the bathroom cubicle.

It opened at the same time, and the one opposite.

Xiao Lan and Wu Ting, who opened the door opposite, exchanged an unspoken look when they saw the expressions on each other's faces at the moment.

It's clear that they've both just been through the same thing, and it seems Wu Ting has his own solution.

Wu Ting The girl's long hair was still dripping, cascading casually over her shoulders, and she was wrapped in nothing but a bath towel as she sashayed out.

As a sign of respect, Xiao Lan averted her eyes.

But in that brief glance, he noticed that Wu Ting's breasts ...... were so flat that they could run a hundred horses, just like a man's. Was it all the silicone or sponge padding that made the previous wave so big!

What about the most basic trust between people?

Wu Ting is oblivious to Xiao Lan's inner turmoil as she walks away with a graceful stride.

On the other side of the room, the sound of the water in the couple's room was already ringing out, accompanied by some unholy noises. Xiao Lan's body was covered in goose bumps, and he rubbed his arms for fear of leaving his ears open, and left at a quicker pace.

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Back in the room, Xiao Lan finds Luo standing in the dark.

The false city outside the window brings a faint layer of light, which on the side of his face frames a high nose, slightly smiling lips and a well-curved jaw, making Luo's features particularly impressive.

Luo seems to be contemplating something, and there is a unique charm in the way he thinks about it.

It was not until Xiao Lan's footsteps appeared in the doorway of the room that he snapped back to attention.

"Sir." Luo looked to Xiao Lan, "The power seems to have gone out in the room."

Xiao Lan: "......"

All the good images from before crumbled, so this guy was just thinking about why the power was out?

Xiao Lan went up to check and found that it was the landlord who had modified the electrical circuit in the partitioned room and at night the power was uniformly cut off, a real stingy guy to a certain extent.

Perhaps Zhang Dong from the supermarket at the end of the line would have had something in common with him.

Even the small, worn out, rattling fan overhead had stopped, and it seemed like a hot night to die.

Xiao Lan surveyed the room: "Unfortunately, I don't have any tools at hand either, otherwise I could change the circuitry or something."

Luo was curious: "Sir, how many skills has poverty given you?"

Xiao Lan thought for a moment, "That's what we poor people do. ......"

As they spoke, there was a sudden "rustling" overhead.

Xiao Lan looked up to see something appear on the fan he had only just surveyed earlier. Thin, old, as if fused to the stain - twine.

They had clearly thrown this out earlier and just moments before, Xiao Lan looked up at the fan when it wasn't on it.

Just when the two were unaware of it, it appeared on its own!

Now there is clearly no wind outside, but this twine is swaying on its own, with a provocative amplitude. It was clearly saying: scum, I'm back, hit me.

Faced with this unwitting twine, the emotionless demolition machine and his lackeys decided to give it a taste of reality.

Xiao Lan gave Luo a look which he instantly understood.

He stood up and stretched his slender arms to rip the arrogant twine from the fan.

On the other side, Xiao Lan rummages through the clutter in the room, eventually fumbling for a wooden stick.

The two men teamed up to wrap the innocent little twine, which they didn't yet know what would happen in the future, around a stick and found a broken bucket to put it in.

Xiao Lan smiled and took out [it was a dagger tainted with poison] from his storage space and waved it towards the hemp rope.

[This is a dagger tainted with poison] Treating an ordinary item doesn't inspire toxins, but if this twine it's not ordinary, that's a good thing.

At this point the twine finally sensed that something was wrong and it tried to struggle. Only to find that some animal had tied a bunch of dead knots for it, tying him firmly to the top of the stick, and now it was more tangled than a headphone cord and couldn't be untied at all.

He could only "watch" as Xiao Lan swung his dagger at him.

"[This is a dagger tainted with poison] deals damage to Upper Rope 13 with additional toxicity: hexagonal floral dew"

The fragrance of the floral water permeates the narrow partitioned room, refreshing, pleasant, repelling mosquitoes and relieving itchiness.

Xiao Lan: "......"

Brother, can you do it? Don't leak at such a critical time, okay?

Xiao Lan swings several times in quick succession at the twine.

"[It's a dagger tainted with poison] deals damage to Upper Rope 13, additional toxicity: 84 disinfectant"

"[It's a dagger tainted with poison] deals damage to Upper Rope 13, additional toxicity: insect growth regulator"

......

Hanging rope No. 13 can't help but be proud of himself again, the only part that can still move shakes and shakes: come on, two idiots~

Xiao Lan swung the final knife with a black face.

"[It's a dagger tainted with poison] deals damage to Upper Rope 13, additional toxicity: Nitrohydrochloric acid "

"Snort-" the sound of corrosion accompanied by a yellow mist appeared as the acid entered the upper rope 13 with the dagger, spreading along the wound it had pierced and expanding away at an unscientific rate.

Xiao Lan takes a quick step back to avoid the gas that appears.

The upper rope 13 struggled desperately, but Nitrohydrochloric acid raged through its body as if it were alive. With a rising mist, soon all that was left was a puddle that could not be seen in its original form.

Upper Rope 13, pawn.

When the rope is in the river, how can it not turn over.

Xiao Lan threw the broken bucket out of the window while it was still alive, as public decency is of little use in this fake city anyway.

Now the room is finally quiet.

Xiao Lan thought it would be a good idea to go to bed early as there was no telling what would happen in the night.

But no sooner had he laid down on the bed than a pack of rats darted outside the window and whistled past, the windy walk stomping the old metal pipes outside the window with a rhythmic noise, as if they had popped a wild dipper.

Xiao Lan: "......"

And for some reason, rats still appear when it is clear that even the city outside is fake.

At the same time, the cultists living next door to Xiao Lan started producing noise, chanting "God punishes" and "Please punish me" while banging against the wall, the thumping sound coming through the poorly repaired walls.

Xiao Lan: "......"

On the other hand, the couple came back from the shower but started arguing, the walls were nothing in front of their voices.

"I'm breaking up with you! You're a man with no taste in boxers!"

"What's wrong with boxers, are they insecure?"

"But why are your boxers pink and have Hello Kitty on them!"

"Doesn't that mean that old man is super fucking cute!"

"Where's the cuteness in a pirated version!?"

"Are you stupid!"

"You're the one who's fucking stupid!"

Then came the sounds of a cock-and-bull melee.

One of the players seemed to have chosen to attack from long range, with a constant stream of items being thrown. However, this player seemed to have a poor aim and most of these hit the wall in Xiao Lan's direction with a loud 'thud'.

Xiao Lan: "......"

And sleep, my ass.

Xiao Lan sulked and sat up from his bed. He knocked on the wall, reminding the couple next door who were indulging in a male-female sparring match that they were living next door to two large, live people.

A couple in the middle of a battle has no time for idle people.

One of the men shouted in the direction of the wall, "What are you knocking for? You're a single dog with no money and no one wants you, believe it or not I'll come over in the middle of the night to get you!"

"Eat my stinky socks from last week's attack!"

The woman also took the time to shout, "Fucking bachelor! Go eat shit!"

"Ouch, you actually snuck up on me with a slipper!"

Xiao Lan, a single dog with no money and no one to want her, is furious at the moment! I may be poor and single, but that's no reason to despise me!

He said to Luo, who was looking out of the window, "I'll show them what a socialite can do with a good beating!"

Luo turned back to look at him and smiled slightly, "At your service, sir."

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Next door.

The man with the slogans had been cornered by his girlfriend at the door and was using a plastic basin to shield his face as he brewed his chance to fight back.

The door behind him was suddenly slammed open, and the force of the door opening and closing sent him flying, his face straight into the slipper in his girlfriend's hand, taking her with him to the ground.

Rolling into a heap, the two men looked in the direction of the door in horror.

The only people who entered were the single dog who lived next door, and the man in the three-piece suit they had seen before, both of whom were giving them gentle, decent smiles, looking elegant and gracious.

If one ignores the gate that has been kicked in beside them and is already rattling.

"You you you guys ......," the man tried to organize his words.

The two men who entered the door had no intention of talking to them, and the one who entered walked towards them with long legs, and on the way Luo took the quilt from the bed in the room by hand.

On the other hand, Xiao Lan is fiddling with a bundle of nylon rope of unknown origin.

Without waiting for the two men to get up, the quilt was already hooded down on them.

Then, in the darkness, they felt weak and pathetic and helpless in front of the community. By the time they slowed down, they were secured under the covers with only one head showing, like two chicken rolls fresh out of the oven.

Xiao Lan crouched down in front of them with a harmless smile, "I, uh, want to sleep, see?"

The two men nodded in a panic, goading their heads very quickly and firmly.

Only to see the demon in front of him give a satisfied smile and reach out to pat them on the head, "If there's a next time ......"

Luo, who was on the other side of the room, held out his hand and drew a horizontal line across his neck.

The lovers understood in seconds, their heads nodding as if they were having a sheepish fit.

Bidding farewell to the couple, the two entered the cultist's room next door for a cordial and friendly consolation session, where they engaged in an in-depth exchange about sleeping peacefully at night and initiated an intimate discussion about neighbourliness in a new era, which culminated in a mutual understanding.

Create a harmonious society, build a better home and be a good neighbour in the new era.

The cultist, bound to the bed and unable to move, after the two men left: "......"

The author has something to say.

Xiao Lan: Although I'm a single dog with no money and no one wants me, that's no reason for you to despise me.

Luo: Sir, I want you.

Xiao Lan: But you're not human either.

Luo: ......