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It should have been cleaned, the floor was clean, and the walls were only yellowish, which was rare to maintain this appearance in the past few years of the last days.

Directly pushing the motorcycle into the door, Song Zheng closed the door, walked around a few rooms, and after there was no difference, he closed the windows and doors in the room, and only lived in the living room, and the window was only open for ventilation.

He was carrying a backpack with an inflatable mattress in it, and after taking it out, he could blow it up with his mouth and spread it on the floor as a bed to sleep on.

After getting the mattress, Song Zheng pushed the motorcycle and left the room with a backpack, and he sighed deliberately at the door and said loudly.

"I don't even have a door lock, ask Wheat to see where there are locks!"

After saying this, he muttered the cart and left the door of the unit.

Shortly after he left, a man came out of the opposite door, the man with half the face he had just met.

The man looked left and right at the door, turned his ear to listen, and then smiled, opened the door and walked into Song Zheng's house.

His eyes lit up as soon as he walked in, because he saw the air mattress laid on the ground.

Greedy eyes flickered, and his hands rubbed together excitedly, and he grabbed the mattress to remove it.

Suddenly, as if he had been immobilized, he didn't dare to move, and he didn't change the action of grabbing the mattress and dragging it out. Because he felt a hard thing on his waist.

"As a neighbor, don't you say hello when you steal?" Song Zheng flashed out from behind him and looked at the man with disdain.

The man's face was full of bitterness, and he changed to a regretful expression: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I shouldn't have stolen your things, I also have a hard ......."

However, before the man could say what he was sorry for, a rifle butt was smashed on the head, and he was immediately knocked unconscious.

Song Zheng made up for the man who fell to the ground: "Is it the same as an eighty-year-old mother and a six-year-old child? I don't know how many years to change the word. ”

For Song Zheng, no one will be easily believed by him, whether it is a neighbor or some other identity.

His departure just now was completely a fishing trip. The purpose was to deal with this neighbor of his.

If the neighbor keeps his duty and doesn't steal his things, he won't embarrass the other party, and it's a big deal to change the object. Since the neighbor unceremoniously stole as he guessed, he naturally did not have any psychological burden to affect the subsequent torture.

With one hand dragging the man, Song Zheng pushed open the door of the room opposite.

When I walked in, I realized that the place where the man lived was not much different from the place where he lived.

It's nothing more than a few more tattered stools, a folding table, and a marching bed.

Of course, this person's home is also indispensable with a big backpack, as well as guns and bullets.

Song Zheng casually threw the person on the ground, picked up the backpack and began to rummage, but only found two cans, a bag of fried noodles, and a few black bar-like things.

Frowning, this man is a little too poor. People who can live until now, and can still be included in the gathering place, can't be so poor, and there will be a little bit of something at the bottom of the box.

Could it be that it was hidden somewhere else in the backpack?

It doesn't seem hard to understand when you think about it. With such a house, it is impossible to stop any thieves and robbers, and it is simply impossible to put things directly in the house without being stolen.

Song Zheng then began to search in the room, but he couldn't find it after looking for a long time.

He suddenly slapped his head and said to himself, "It's a mistake!

After turning on his perception, he immediately saw that there was a dark compartment on the wall inside the toilet.

Song Zheng walked in and pried the tile open, revealing a cloth bag placed inside.

When I opened it, I almost lost my eyes!

Nima is a pornographic comic!

Speechless, he threw it aside and saw a wooden box.

The wooden box is a very rough kind, although it is handmade, but the craftsmanship is not as good as that of beginners, and the material is only wood, with the texture of trees, and even the varnish has not been brushed.

Rubbing his hands, Song Zheng thought to himself that there would be nothing good. Then when he opened the box with longing, he was dumbfounded again.

Inside the box were a dozen photos, all of them nude photos of women, as well as bed photos with men, all of which were secretly taken from the perspective of photography.

"Hey, is this person a nymphomaniac? How can he collect such things!" Song Zheng snapped the lid of the box shut, admitting that he was unlucky.

I wanted to find something valuable, but who knew that it was just spicy eyes. Wasting feelings in vain.

But just as he turned around to leave, he suddenly stopped, quickly reopened the box, took out all the photos inside, put them on the ground one by one, and looked at them carefully.

While watching, he also nodded his head, a mysterious smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and finally couldn't help laughing.

The reason why there are diametrically opposed and completely different reflections is not that Song Zheng suddenly became interested and wanted to look at the photos and discuss art.

Instead, he suddenly felt that the heroine in the photo was a little familiar. After he carefully looked at the photos, he finally recognized the heroine in it.

Either someone else, or the wheat that brought him in.

This girl's bed photo fell into someone else's hands, and I don't know if it was secretly taken or deliberately spread.

Based on Song Zheng's understanding of wheat, there may be some interesting things in this.

Because he knows that wheat is a real new human!

The reason why he teased the wheat after joining the gathering place was also based on the need to pretend to be stupid. When the wheat appeared, he looked at the other party with his perception, saw the strong energy fluctuations on the wheat, and understood that this little girl was not simple.

Is it possible for a new human to be taken a picture of his bed? But to be secretly photographed by an ordinary evolutionary, that is completely impossible.

Wheat's bed photos were certainly not taken by his neighbors, so who is the source of these photos?

Encountering such an interesting thing just after moving in, Song Zheng felt that even if he couldn't find out the truth about the gathering place this time, it would be worth the trip.

He smiled wickedly, took his things back to the living room, and kicked the man in the stomach.