It's still the same room as before.

It's just that Zhuo Jiu this time is obviously much more comfortable than before.

As soon as he entered the door, he ran to the corner of the room without hesitation, and the towel in his hand was also busy wiping it around.

It's just that the leakage around him is far worse than he imagined, and after a while, the towel in his hand is full of water.

What to do?

He subconsciously got up and prepared to go back to his room, get some tissues and other things, and solve the remaining problems in one fell swoop.

Outside the door, footsteps from far and near sounded again.

Caught off guard, Zhuo Jiu was stunned in place.

"Hey—"

The footsteps stopped, and they left into the distance.

"Grandma, what's the matter?"

A clear voice sounded faintly from downstairs, followed by a whispering that was not very clear.

- Apparently the old lady stopped the woman, and the two were talking downstairs.

Zhuo Jiu breathed a long sigh of relief.

Time is pressing, if he rushes back now, in case the woman comes back early, then his previous efforts will be wasted.

However, how long will their conversation last?

Zhuo Jiu didn't know, and he didn't dare to bet.

What to do?

Zhuo Jiu raised his head blankly, and suddenly found that on the coffee table on the side, there was just a mass of things shaped like rags, which were placed there at random......

And next to the lump, there were some bags of snacks and the like.

"Probably it should be a rag, that's right." Zhuo Jiu thought to himself.

Then he hurriedly got up and reached out to hold the mass of objects in his hands.

At the beginning, there is a strange dense texture, slightly heavy, completely different from ordinary rags.

"Even if it's a rag, it's supposed to be a very good quality rag." Zhuo Jiu thought to himself.

But at this time, he didn't dare to delay, and hurriedly grabbed the mass and wiped away all the remaining traces of water......

To say that this strange "rag" is really absorbent, and there are not many traces of water left, so Zhuo Jiu quickly wiped all the traces, and then subconsciously stuffed the rag into his pocket and turned to leave.

It wasn't until he returned to his room that he breathed a sigh of relief.

Leaning against the door, he took a deep breath to calm his restless mind.

It didn't take long for the chaotic footsteps to sound again, and it didn't stop until the next door.

"By the way, I forgot to tell you something."

The first to sound was a deliberately lowered voice, "Next door to you, a person just moved in today, and like you, he is also on a long-term rental." ”

"Hmm."

The woman replied softly, but didn't ask more.

"And this, you take it."

The old man continued, followed by a series of metal crashes.

"At first, no one lived there, and there were me and Qingyao staring downstairs, so you haven't thought about repairing it."

"But......" the old man paused, "tomorrow, tomorrow I will go to see if the master who changed the lock is available, let him come to the door and change the lock for you, and tonight, you will use this lock first to lock the door." ”

"When you're out alone, you still have to be careful!"

"Well, okay, thank you, Grandma."

"Okay, I'll go down first, old woman, you ...... Rest early. ”

"Good night, Grandma."

However, there was no sound of the door opening, and the woman was still standing in place, not entering.

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Zhuo Jiu leaned against the door, his whole body tense.

There was a tense atmosphere in the air.

"Alas......"

At this moment, a faint sigh suddenly sounded outside the door, like a cry, even Zhuo Jiu behind the door could feel the sadness and helplessness mixed in that sigh.

Then, the door opened, and everything fell silent again.

Zhuo Jiu breathed a long sigh of relief, and returned to the bed in despair, with a dejected face.

There are thousands of knots in the heart, and I want to cut it and mess it.

In my mind, countless figures flashed like marquees: Ai Tianya, the black cat, the future life and direction, the light that drifted away............ And, the one next door, the mysterious "bad woman".

The sleepiness had already dissipated unconsciously, and under the boredom, Zhuo Jiu took out his mobile phone and looked at it casually.

If you want to say that those street writers, how well they write, it is not necessarily, as for the enthusiasm of the water group, it will always be the first.

Just like the fries group at this time, even if it is so late, the group is still in full swing with people chatting and chatting.

Although this kind of liveliness is somewhat incompatible with Zhuo Jiu at this time.

But he still subconsciously clicked into the group chat message.

- What they are discussing is an event called the "Great God Training Camp" that Chi Cheng has just held.

To put it simply, this bootcamp is similar to a training course.

The gallop will invite several well-known gods in the station to conduct auditions, and those who are successfully shortlisted can not only enjoy round-trip accommodation and all-inclusive air tickets, but also become apprentices of several gods and receive their face-to-face guidance......

For this activity, galloping can be regarded as a painful cost!

And for those who expect to make a difference in the field of online literature, this temptation is not small.

As far as the fries group is concerned, I don't know how many people are excited, which is the main reason why it is so late and the group is still so lively.

As far as Zhuo Jiu saw, Wan Hongzhuang, Brother Yi, and even some people who hadn't shown up for a long time began to emerge.

For the first time, there was a collision of ideas in the group.

Zhuo Jiu fell into deep thought: Looking at this online literary world, he Zhuo Jiu can also be regarded as a little god-level figure.

But compared to the mentor lineup this time, his level is really not enough.

Look at who the gallop sent this time: the manager, a copy of "Knife in the Rain", it's like a second of air, not to mention the "Knife Coming" that is still being serialized, most street writers write for a lifetime, and they may not make as much money as others make in a chapter; There is also Mr. Luan, which can be called a galloping light, and the launch of each book can always attract wide attention from readers.

As for the remaining two mentors, they have also been deeply engaged in their respective fields for a long time and have achieved actual results.

For the average street writer, what they are pursuing may only be the guaranteed contract of different amounts after the end of training......

After all, if you can only write and divide your own training class, then the second and third phases of the follow-up ...... There is no need to continue.

Thousands of dollars buy bones, what should be done, or should be done in place.

But what Zhuo Jiu saw was more of the deep meaning behind this activity.

Especially in recent times, the offensive of the Chinese net at the finish line has become more and more violent, and even the gallop is faintly a little overwhelming...... What's even more weird is that the attitude of some other websites that were originally good friends seems to have become ambiguous......

Editors may not be clear, but between authors, the information is often better-informed.

Channels, Settlement...... Some of them even make it clear that they are cooperating with the finish line, compressing the space for galloping.

It's really time to gallop...... The most critical moment since its birth!