As the sky began to lighten, Duchamp tried to get into the nook and cranny that was full of debris, digging in, and covering up the traces of himself with something suitable. Finally, he dug a gap that was sufficient, spread a blanket on the ground, and lay down.

The dust fluttered down from the corner, and he sneezed several times in a row, and he couldn't help but be alarmed, if someone sneezed when they came, it would be over.

It turns out that during this day, there are really not many people who come to this pile of rags, and there are just a few ordinary aunts who come and go, so that Duchamp can take time to rest.

The real essence of this small island is, of course, the beautiful villa at the top of the Purple Hill, where the little spider is slowly visiting. The luxury of each room makes people think of changing their careers to be thieves.

As for the rooms that are being cleaned, forget it, God knows if the maid will be killed by the sight of a spider.

The little spider crawled into a room full of clothes, and Duchamp looked at the styles of these clothes and was so excited that his nose bleeds!

"Maid girls, student boys, princesses, tomboys, lace, high forks, how to wear such a small amount of fabric." Duchamp was lying in a pile of groceries, and thought indignantly: "A group of bastards, all the good cabbages are arched by the pigs, let my brother drive you all away, and it is enough to leave only the master and loli on the island." ”

"Speaking of Lori!" Duchamp suddenly came to his senses, and until now, he hadn't even seen a loli.

The little spider walked through the upper floors and began to walk down the stairs.

There seems to be someone talking in the maid's room on the second floor, going to eavesdrop.

A middle-aged fat man who looks like a housekeeper is lecturing the maids and bodyguards:

"This evening, there are some important people coming, I don't want any of them to go wrong, all the rooms have to be carefully cleaned again. The preferences of every big man must be firmly remembered. There are also those cute little angels, but they must be arranged according to their preferences and after-entertainment programs, and they are all fed and drunk in advance, and the people who come today are very important, and we must be perfect, and we must not affect the reputation of our 'paradise'. ”

"Yes." The maids replied.

After the maids dispersed, the butler asked the bodyguard, "There seemed to be some commotion last night, is this what happened?" ”

The bodyguard replied: "Last night the sawtooth crocodile and the shark went to war again, and more than a dozen sharks died, three or four sawtooth crocodiles died, and the whole lake was dyed red." ”

"Well, isn't there any other reason?"

"I went to inspect again this morning, and there was nothing abnormal."

"Well, the butler nodded in satisfaction."

After everything was explained, the butler and bodyguard left one after another.

Duchamp let the little spider keep up with the butler from a distance.

The butler, however, only dutifully instructed the catering preparation.

Duchamp tiredly ordered the little spider to hide freely, and he finally couldn't help falling asleep.

In the evening, Duchamp woke up, he commanded the little spider, first found a good angle, and prepared to see who the big people were.

It was dark, and only four or five people came, some of whom were obviously old guests, and greeted the butler familiarly. With due diligence in mind, Duchamp recorded their faces.

After the meal, some of them were entertained elsewhere. The butler said to the rest of the people with courtesy, "Now that the entertainment program specially prepared for you has been prepared, will you move to Paradise?" ”

It turns out that this is not a paradise yet!

Duchamp hurriedly let the little spider sneak out.

The butler led the guests, but did not go out, but entered a beautifully decorated room. When Duchamp was puzzled, the whole room suddenly moved down.

"It turns out that this is actually an elevator! The old man has never heard of the elevator of a five-star hotel like this in his previous life. ”

It took a long time for the room to stop, and the little spider crawled out nimbly, caught between a pile of dangerous feet.

Suddenly the eyes are bright.

Duchamp couldn't help muttering to himself: "That's right, this is paradise!" Only this kind of place can be called paradise! ”

Out of the elevator, there is a golden hall, and at the foot of the whole hall is a huge transparent colorful shark house, and the same colorful radial road, leading to countless tempting places.

Sound, sex, dogs, horses, eating, drinking, prostitution, gambling, smoking, all available!

The maids, who had disappeared during the day, all stood at the entrances of the passages, dressed more thinly and attractively, and the little spider's height and vision were limited, and only a row of beautiful white thighs exposed to the air could be seen. Duchamp had a nosebleed and muttered to himself: "Little spider, try to change the angle again, tilt your head up, so that you can see the fat times, okay, that's it, record it." ”

These well-trained maids, every two of them, took a guest to their favorite show.

After the crowd went deeper, there was only one person, who didn't move after getting out of the elevator, and the butler was accompanying him.

The big man sighed: "Only when you come here can you feel like you are living in the real world." ”

This is the voice of Congressman Monte.

The butler graciously brought a bag of bait. Councillor Monte climbed onto the shark's feeding port, and while casting the bait, he said with emotion: "In this world of the jungle, how many people are desperate for the bait, just like the sharks in this fish tank. ”

He cast the bait out, watched the sharks scramble for the bait at his feet, and said with satisfaction, "Tonight, let them sleep on the yellow beams to their heart's content." ”

The housekeeper asked politely, "Do you need me to arrange some relaxation programs for you as well?" ”

"No, for our own people, there is no need for this, extravagance and indulgence only wear down the will of man," said Councillor Monte. After a while, he asked, "Have those few who have shown special abilities been arranged to go out tonight?" ”

"There are a few idle," said the butler, "especially one of the little girls, whose abilities are particularly interesting, and who, if stimulated, might become the darling of a whole new type of god." ”

Councillor Monte said with interest: "Well, I'm going to take a look today." ”

The two spoke, walking along the other side of the shark house.

Duchamp hurriedly asked the little spider to follow, and after walking for a while, his vision suddenly darkened. Duchamp hesitated to let the little spider step back a little, and his vision was gone. After some attempts, Duchamp found that in this underground space, only the small area near the elevator room had a "signal".

At a critical time, but so powerless, Duchamp looked up to the sky helplessly and sighed:

"China Mobile's signal doesn't cover here!"

Duchamp had no choice but to let the spider hibernate. He stared at the night outside the window and muttered, "I've heard all the news that should be inquired about, and now the question is how can the master get out and tell the information to Lao Ka?" ”