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"Hum, the seventh this week." Zhong Xu ruthlessly tied the small cloth bag that seemed to be worn out in his hand and smiled with satisfaction.
After stuffing the bag into the oversized backpack, Zhong Xu patted her hair and the dust on her shoulders, complaining why the government didn't tear down this crumbling tube-shaped apartment building with a history of more than 60 years, so that she could catch a low-level kid who was so ashamed. If she hadn't been quick enough just now, she would have been smashed by several big bricks that suddenly peeled off from the roof.
With the light of a flashlight, Zhong Xu walked to the front right and took a photo around the mirror, only half of it was left. He thought that he had tidied up beautifully before leaving this uninhabited room for decades.
When she went downstairs, she tried to put her feet lightly, not for fear of disturbing anything, but for fear that with a little effort, the decaying wooden stairs would be trampled to pieces, leaving an embarrassment that she could not take care of herself. Although she walked almost on tiptoe, the stairs creaked reluctantly.
I don't know what floor it is. Just after the last flight of stairs, the flashlight with sufficient electricity in her hand suddenly went out. Zhong Xu eyebrows a wrinkly, a familiar feeling quickly. ...