There are people cleaning this place regularly, but because it is inaccessible, the cleaning cycle is only once every six months, and judging from the smell accumulated for a long time, these six people are now just taking the place of the cleaning team.

Originally, I thought that I only needed to clean one room, and the rest of the place was superficially fooled around, but now it seems that there is no fun.

Hopefully I'll be able to call it a day before dark and catch up with some leftovers in the cafeteria.

Today, all six of us may have only had carrot salad.

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"Ahem-a-ah———" Toru Asada has been sneezing several times since he entered the house, and the action of fanning the wind has not stopped.

"Okay, let's divide the work, and try to finish the cleaning as soon as possible." Date patted a few people on the shoulder and divided the cleaning tools.

"Hey—hey—" Toru Asada took the tool, put the cloth on his shoulder, turned around and waved his hand at the back of a few people, "I'll go to the third floor to get some air, and I'll leave the rest to you—ahh

When he turned around, the water breeze brought by the dun cloth smeared Gu Zero's face in a dashing manner, and then ran up the stairs quickly.

Do not take away a single cloud.

"Hey-" Zero darkened his face, "This guy is running pretty fast at this time." ”

It's a little gray here, but is it so choking?

Didn't you hear that Asada had a respiratory infection?

"Then let's divide the tasks together—"

As he was talking, several people also quickly divided the work - the first and second floors were larger and miscellaneous, and they were respectively handed over to Zhufu Jingguang and Shibuyani Zero, Hagiwara Kenji and Matsuda Jinpei, and the remaining top floor with the smallest area was contracted by Date squad leader alone.

At this time, Toru Asada had already gone up to the third floor, he took a deep breath, pushed open the Japanese-style wooden door of the stairwell, the breeze and light came in an instant, the entire corridor was much brighter, the beam of light through the branches and leaves slanted to the ground, and the floating dust raised under the light was distinct.

"It's big enough." Toru Asada muttered with a bitter face, "After all, why are you leaving so much waste paper here, it can't be because of the excessive carbon emissions this year-"

The sound of clattering footsteps and the collision of cleaning tools in the stairwell gradually fell silent - it should be who carried the cleaning tools upstairs - considering the usual personnel allocation, it is likely to be the squad leader.

Followed by a sound of rustling downstairs, Matsuda Jinhei and Kenji Hagiwara could be faintly heard chatting and laughing, and the jingling of cleaning tools kept ringing, making people wonder if they had cleaned the ceiling.

I always felt that as soon as I looked down, I could see Matsuda Jinpei's curly-haired head through the hole in the floor.

The sound insulation of the old-fashioned building is really poor- Toru Asada complained while carefully looking at the scene inside the house-

In front of him was a large bright and bright room, dozens of rows of wide and large iron shelves were neatly arranged, and the paint on them was peeling off sporadically, revealing some iron-red rust.

Through the gaps in the iron shelves, you can also see rows of window sills, and the outside is full of lush trees.

The culprit who had been forced to clean them was sitting quietly in front of them—two broken windows, one of which had all the screws loose, were leaning diagonally against the window, and the wind was blowing and shaking trembling twice.

The other was already lying peacefully on the ground.

- Professional perfect counterpart, Matsuda Jinpei can finally come in handy now.

Toru Asada made a clear arrangement for his own time without conscience, and he didn't think about repairing a window at all, and he could do this kind of thing himself.

There are a string of fresh footprints on the ground, which are probably left by the Onitsuka instructor when he came to check them.

Idle anyway, it was idle, and Toru Asada simply took a few more steps in the direction of the footprints.

When I looked closer, I felt that there were so many brown paper bags on the shelves that made my scalp tingle—although some of the ones near the window were blown by the wind, the rest were neatly folded, and the corners were neatly marked with red ink with numbers that I couldn't read at all, and a considerable part of the marks were even blurred.

Indications are that while the people who originally set up the site were meticulously planned, they were severely neglected in the decades that followed.

"The purpose of this building's existence is not to increase the workload of the fire security and cleaning forces every year—" Toru Asada flipped through the documents on the shelves with a distorted face, "It looks like arranging a management officer police academy is going bankrupt." ”

The documents from many years ago are all yellow-edged, and some of the paper has begun to be brittle, and the bomb coercion case 16 years ago and the serial murder incident 15 years ago were the largest cases when people from the Ministry of Public Security secretly ran to copy the guy and got into a fight six years ago, and the result was a heavy loss.

Sure enough, there was nothing new about the materials that could be placed in such an unguarded place—Toru Asada casually glanced at them and put them back in place with a lack of interest, and his mind was free to tidy up the messy papers, and then picked up the cloth again.

Hey-it's boring-it's not fun.-

Toru Asada shook the set of military sticks with the dun cloth, and poked it on the ground in a bored manner.

There's no one to tell him a joke — or someone to make him laugh —

Then he wiped the ground again and again, and couldn't help but take the cloth dipped in ash and write in big characters.

It's really not okay to write a welcome on the ground at the door.,Onizuka instructor asked, and said it was to add a sense of art to the room.。

Anyway, the only purpose of cleaning this broken place is to make it rebuild a layer of soil.

......

Just when Asada had begun to casually draw small red flowers with the dun cloth, there was a burst of laughter from Matsuda Jinhei downstairs: "Hahahaha-Asada - squad leader - you come and see - hahahahaha." ”

How to describe Matsuda Jinpei's voice - it's like when you kill a pig, the pig suddenly gloates and laughs at you.

There's a kind of weird joy, like someone is going to be unlucky.

Toru Asada instantly came to his senses, threw the dun cloth in his hand, bypassed a few iron shelves and rushed downstairs, and a burst of ash like car exhaust rose from the place where he ran.

Then, at the top of the stairs on the second floor, I almost collided with a golden retriever whose eyes were full of spirit and expectation.

Okay, for everyone's sake, he'll forgive Valley-Zero.

In the room, Kenji Hagiwara and Matsuda Jinpei laughed at the goose cry one after another, and the rhythm was so harmonious that it could form a high and low voice, followed by Mofushi Keimitsu and Date Hang also came to the second floor.

"What's wrong?" Zhu Fu Jingguang's face was dazed, and he looked at the people in front of him at a loss.

"Did Matsuda find anything?" Date Hang's face was somewhat frightened by Matsuda.

I feel that the toothpick in the squad leader's mouth is about to fall off.

Zhu Fu Jingguang was the same as the squad leader, the cuffs and trouser legs of his clothes were slightly rolled up, there were some stains on both elbows, there was a little sweat on his body, and his hair was wet with sweat, and he was looking into the house curiously.

- This is what a normal cleaning should look like, not like Zero...... and yourself, the dirty place is not dirty.

But in the next second, Toru Asada was relieved.

The two guys in the room who were still laughing wildly not only did not get dirty, but the places that shouldn't be dirty were dirty, and they were so sad that they blushed and had thick necks, and the physiological tears that flowed out were almost dripping into mud.