The soup residue is not even a bite.
What has changed is an endless stream of tricks, and what remains the same is the lure of getting rich overnight.
There are so many cities, so many ordinary people who have been deceived and become the perpetrators. They are pitiful and hateful.
Some people even care about the old and the young.
Weeds are like wild grass, no matter how hard they are, they have never been completely wiped out and grow wildly.
This is MLM.
But obviously, money is nothing compared to life at this time. The bear boy lost money, which did not affect Ling Xiao's call for help in the slightest.
She finally decided to go quietly alone.
The night is deep, it is the time when Shen Shen falls into a dream.
The smell of sweat and toilets, constantly mixed and fermented in the sultry night in the midsummer, is disgusting. Snoring came and went, echoing in the small dark room.
Some people sobbed lowly in their dreams, wondering if they subconsciously thought of their relatives in their hometown.
Ling Xiao was lying on the cold floor, covered with a piece of rag as a quilt, trying to stay away from the people lying next to him as far as possible, paying full attention and calmly waiting for the opportunity to come.
"Di-" The hour hand of the old wall clock on the wall made a faint sound, and it did not cause any waves in the dark night.
At one o'clock in the morning, she quietly got up and sneaked to the left bedroom.
This old house is located on the fourth floor, with two bedrooms and one living room, about 80 square meters. In the bedroom on the left lived Ayu and another woman, both seniors with seniority. The two-person room was usually locked during the day; the bedroom on the right lived in the backbone of Ajie and the elderly, with bunk beds in the eight-person room. There's still room for some of your own clothes. As for the remaining seven or eight little guys, they could only curl up and squeeze in the living room on the floor.
Sorry? Of course it was uncomfortable, and it could even be said to be an unbearable harsh environment for ordinary people. But day after day of spiritual hypnosis, I was taught that "Heaven will hand down great responsibilities to people, and they must first suffer their will and work their muscles and bones." .
Ling Yun is still in the newcomer surveillance period, but because he has already subscribed and performed well, Ayu asked Ajie to take him to the bedroom on the right to sleep. This arrangement naturally also facilitated Ling Xiao, who carried out the plan alone at night.
The door is locked during the day to prevent people from fishing in troubled waters, and it is not locked at night. I am afraid that Ayu knows that the fire protection facilities and escape facilities here are completely inadequate. In case of a fire, the lock in this bedroom will become a reminder.
Ling Xiao skillfully put her ear to the door, listening carefully through the thin wooden board.
There were two even breathing sounds from inside. She kept this position for a long time and didn't move until it was completely confirmed that the two were asleep, and then she blocked the door with her body and pushed hard with one hand. The hand gently turns the door handle.
"Crack-"
Ling Xiao hurriedly turned sideways, slid in through the narrow gap, and closed the door with her back to prevent anyone walking around in the living room and discovering that it was abnormal.
The bedroom is not big, at most seven or eight square meters, and there is a bunk shelf in the innermost, A Yu and another person are sleeping soundly. The table is directly opposite the door, and there are some books, toiletries, scattered sundries, etc. on it, in a mess.
Of course, compared to the living room, the environment here is at least a place for people. It can be seen that no matter where and how bad the conditions are, the gap between classes always exists.
The thin curtains let through a little moonlight, and Ling Xiao used this light to see the two small drawers under the table. Reached out and tried to pull, but sure enough it was locked.
The system suddenly thought: "If you change into tights, do you look like the black classmate in Conan?"
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