What are you doing on this big night?

I can't stand the noise, and if I fall asleep, I might not be able to hear this strange sound.

When you are half-asleep and half-awake, a little movement can make the sleepiness that you have accumulated with great difficulty disappear, which makes people feel extremely irritable.

I tossed and turned in bed for a long time, and I couldn't stand the noise.

In the end, I couldn't stand it anymore, so I got out of bed, put on my slippers, and went out.

When I got outside, the sound of knocking became more and more obvious.

What the hell is this guy upstairs doing?

Thinking in my heart, I rushed upstairs.

The staircase leading to the fourth floor looks very dirty, dirty, and the ground is full of black stains, and I don't know how long it has not been cleaned properly.

That boss seems to be a slacker too.

Upstairs isn't a guest room, and this guy doesn't seem to have cleaned up much.

Only in the middle, a row of footprints was left, and in the corner of the wall, you can even see some cobwebs.

I kind of understand why the tourists don't want to stay here.

Although the environment below is okay, but above, it looks like a completely abandoned house for an unknown amount of time, especially at night, it is creepy to see this eerie appearance.

Step by step.

The corridor upstairs was full of all kinds of messes.

Worn-out chairs, sofas, dirty clothes, and even dirty sheets and quilts were all thrown here.

When I saw these things, I felt sick in my heart.

The quilt we built is also these things, it's so fucking dirty.

Although we are not the kind of people who particularly love cleanliness, nor do we have a habit of cleanliness, and we are usually sloppy, but we are not sloppy to this point, right?

This situation, let alone a woman, even a man like me can't stand it.

There was a slightly pungent stench in the air, and I don't know how long it hadn't been cleared.

In the empty hallway, a voice came from the end of the hallway.

My hand was fanning my nose and I walked over there.

The dusty floor, to put it bluntly, is definitely one step at a time.

The closer you get to that side, the more pronounced the sound becomes.

It felt like someone was smashing a wall.

It wasn't until I got to the door that the voice suddenly stopped.

I was about to knock on the door, when suddenly the door creaked and opened open, revealing a gap and a bald head peeking out of it.

Staring at me with bloodshot scarlet eyes.

I was startled by that look, and I lowered my raised hand.

Take a closer look, who is that guy who is not the owner of this store?

Wearing a vest, large pants, slippers.

He still had a hammer in his hand, and his face was covered with dense sweat, and he looked as if he had just gone through a vigorous exercise.

It was even a little gasping for breath.

When he saw me, the boss's face looked extremely fierce and hideous, as if he had seen some enemy.

"What are you doing here?" In a hoarse voice, the boss stared at me and said in a hoarse voice.

That dry voice made my body tremble a little.

"Hey, boss, is it me?" I pointed to my nose and said.

The boss looked like he didn't know who I was anymore.

The boss was stunned for a moment, glanced at me twice, and then his face softened a little: "It's you, why did you run to the fourth floor in the middle of the night, I thought it was a thief."

"It's been a day, any thief ran to your fourth floor to steal things, you didn't even see how dirty you looked here, and the thieves didn't want to patronize it." I said, rolling my eyes.

"I said what are you doing here, I slept well below, and I couldn't sleep because of your noise." I asked angrily.

No matter who it is, if you are disturbed from sleeping, it is estimated that it will not be very comfortable to touch.

The boss's face was full of embarrassment, and he stretched out a dirty hand and grabbed the top of his hairless head: "Ah, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, the window in this room is a little broken, I want to fix it, it's noisy for you?"

"Please, where is there a person like you, who repairs the windows in the middle of the night, can't you fix it tomorrow, I still have to sleep?" I said.

The dissatisfaction in the voice was completely conveyed to this boss.

The boss also seemed to feel a little embarrassed, and kept nodding his head in apology.

"Alright, I'm going down to sleep, don't make these noises anymore." With a yawn, I turned around and prepared to leave.

The boss kept nodding and apologetic in the back.

"By the way, what's wrong with your hand, it's hurt?" Out of the corner of his eye, he aimed at one of the shopkeeper's hands, and there were some black, red, black, and red marks on his hands, which looked like bloodstains.

The shopkeeper suddenly looked depressed: "Hey, don't mention it, I smashed the nail, I accidentally hit my fingers."

"Ah, yes, that's bad luck." With a wave of my hand, my figure disappeared at the entrance of the stairs.

I could feel that the shopkeeper was always behind