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"Come here......" She stretched out her hand to Ming Mo, who honestly handed it over to the ground, and was grabbed by her hand and looked back and forth, "It's so thin, I don't have the strength to eat well...... What is your name? ”

It doesn't matter if you tell the truth or not, it's a place to settle down anyway, and Ming Mo will explain it truthfully if she thinks so in her heart.

"Mingmo?" The woman repeated again, and then put her hand on her chest, "I'm the proprietress here, you can call me the third aunt, that bastard kid just now is my eldest son, and there is a small one called Xiao Mazi...... My husband is not at home all the year round, I am in the same room with Xiao Mazi, you have to squeeze with Xiaojing, is there any problem? ”

Ming Mo shook her head and squinted at the passage by the counter.

The third aunt turned around and counted a few points along the wall one by one, and grabbed a wooden sign: "Take it!" The second floor is the restaurant, and the meal hasn't arrived yet, you go up to find the little well, and he will tell you what to do next......"

Ming Mo hurriedly slipped away along the edge of the counter, and the third aunt shouted again: "Remember to wash your hands!" Get things done and come down to eat! ”

The shop leads to the second floor with an iron staircase, which makes a hard sound when you walk up.

The entrance to the second floor was overhead, and half a head came out, and Ming Mo saw that the floor of the restaurant was covered with goose-yellow plush carpet.

Xiaojing's feet stood not far away, and then he walked over to both sides, and pulled her up by the back of her neck, and said seriously: "Don't stand stupidly, there are many people who have fallen down in this place, and Wang Xianzi broke a leg last time." ”

"Who is Wang Xiezi?"

"Whoa!"

Koi tilted his mouth inward.

The dining room is a little more spacious than the one below, with two tables on the left and right, covered with yellowed floral tablecloths.

In the center of the hall hung a huge candlestick, layer upon layer of solidified wax, and it was only when night came that a fire was lit that it could melt and drip again, burning the carpet out of a hole the size of an ant.

At the end of the distance, there is a two-zhang long platform, and the one who is busy back and forth in front of the stove behind him is Wang Xiezi, who is still lame.

Xiao Jing ran over and brought a tray from him, during which Wang Xianzi poked his head to look at Ming Mo.

There was a bowl of hot soup and a few pieces of dough in the tray, and Xiaojing held it up for Ming Mo to take it: "Come on!" Deliver it to the guest room. ”

"What room?"

"Didn't the third aunt give you a brand?"

Ming Mo supported the tray with one arm and looked at the wooden sign with a corner, and the words "Middle Four" were crookedly engraved on it.

"There are six floors here, the third floor is where we live, and the fifth floor is the atrium, find room four and put the sign in the door...... Remember not to look around, the guests in this room are very eccentric! ”

Ming Mo frowned and repeated the key words, and there was a serious staircase in the middle of the restaurant, which was no longer made of iron, and was covered with a fluffy blanket.

If you climb ten steps or so, you will see a stone platform with a wooden spoon with a long handle on the table, and the water in the stone basin floats with purple and red petals.

Xiaojing shouted at her from behind, "Remember to wash your hands before going upstairs!" ”

Ming Mo put the tray at her feet and rolled up her sleeves, when she just put her hand down, she could feel the coolness of her bones, she couldn't help but hold the water and bury her face in it, a sweet smell passed through her fingers, and her mind was instantly calm.

From here there was a simple little attic, with low and sloping beams, and there were four rooms on each floor, all locked up, except for the one at the end of the corridor where the washrooms were kept.

Ming Mo came to the fifth floor, and the carved partition had the words "atrium" written on it.

In front of the bathroom is No. 4, and Ming Mo continuously checked the numbers on the door number and the small wooden sign in his hand.

There was a small groove in the position of the door lock, and when it was confirmed, Ming Mo inserted the wooden sign into it.

The lock that was fastened to the side of the door fell with a "pop", and the door opened a crack to the inside.

Ming Mo stretched out his foot and pushed the door open, and there was an old wooden bed in the room, and at the foot of the bed was a round table, which was cluttered with candles, broken bowls, crumpled stationery, and leftover vegetable soup.

There was a square window behind the table, and the sunlight passed through it to illuminate the room.

Ming Mo walked to the table and put the tray on an empty corner, she let out a sigh of relief, her arms sore and swollen.

Then she pushed the plate in the middle, and there was a stack of waste paper at the other end of the table, which was hit and fell to the ground with a "pop".

"I'm sick of it...... I'm so hungry that I have to climb so high, and there is no one left! ”

She muttered a few words and turned around and collapsed on the bed.

The bed was quite soft, and the quilt was very old, but it was obvious that it had been washed.

Ming Mo sniffed vigorously as soon as she lay down, and always felt a fishy smell.

She couldn't help but sit up, reached out and uncovered the quilt that covered it, the pillow was flattened, covered with yellow sweat stains, and most importantly, the lining of the quilt and the sheets, all dried bloodstains.

Ming Mo hurriedly covered her mouth, and suddenly saw that there seemed to be something hidden under the pillow, revealing a small piece, and she wouldn't find it at all if she didn't pay attention.

She was curious and hesitant, her heart was about to jump to her throat, and after struggling for a long time, she finally held back her nausea and reached out to pull out the thing.

A crumpled rag, although soaked in blood, Ming Mo still recognized it at a glance.

This is the military robe of the Green Tooth Army, and it is the kind of long shirt with a diagonal placket.

The robe was wrapped in an even more tattered garment, dyed so that it was barely visible in its original color.

Ming Mo's head "buzzed" as if it had been knocked by a stuffy stick, she quickly stuffed the things back, and then hurriedly touched the bed.

This robe, this color, or anything related to the Green Fang Army, could trigger a churning sensation in her stomach at any time.

The wooden figure shifted to the bout of nausea, quickly igniting her desire for revenge.

At this time, footsteps sounded outside the door, and Koi's voice shouted, "It's time to eat!" ”

"Here we go!"

She hurriedly agreed, and looked down to find a few pages scattered around the corner of the table, on which something was scribbled scribbly.

The footsteps were already very close, and Ming Mo looked at it, as if it was "...... Just wait for the time to ......"

She glanced up at the open door, where the well had not yet appeared, and she quickly plunged down and grabbed it.

Koi's voice took a step closer: "Why is it so slow......"

Ming Mo shrank back and quickly stood up, and Xiaojing happened to appear by the door of Room 4.

He glared at her and pulled at his clothes in a panic: "What are you doing?" ”

Ming Mo tugged at the cuff of her right hand tightly, and her mouth was still panting: "You little brat, why are there so many problems!" ”

Then she rushed out of the house, pulled the wooden sign from the door, and dragged Xiaojing's arm downstairs.