Yuan Qingli opened the door and squeezed in, and found that the air quality in this utility room was not the same as that of the corridor, with a clean warehouse smell, which could not be described, but it was not unpleasant.

Yuan Qingli looked around, found what he wanted, put on his equipment, brought tools, like a soldier on an expedition, pushing a cleaning cart with complete tools in his left hand, and holding a broom in his right hand, striding meteors, "galloping" all the way from the elevator entrance.

At this time, it's a pity that there is no BGM where the big guy appears.

Before starting, Yuan Qingli practiced first, after all, if you want to do it, you can do a full set.

Everywhere she went, she swept the ground very seriously, not daring to let go of any dust.

Sweep, suck, drag, spray. Coherent.

Some unwitting and hiding, looking at each other, with black question marks on their faces.

"What is she doing?"

"Neurotic?"

"When did we get a cleaner from Yihong Courtyard?"

"She works so hard. Look at this bent waist, the strength of the hands that mop the floor, the spirit of not being afraid of tiredness, not being dirty, not afraid of hardship, so touching the ghost!"

As her cleaning work approached, the black-hatted ghost froze in place.

He watched in horror as the woman who was shivering a moment ago was wearing a mask and a cleaning cap, holding up a vacuum cleaner like a devil and smiling at him.

"Labor makes people happy, I love labor~"

"Do you want to clean? Cleaning regulations, in addition to shoes, follow the principle of three guarantees, once agreed, no matter how dirty, you will be innocent. ”

The black hat ghost constantly hints to himself in his heart, to be calm, to be calm! But the black mist still couldn't stop shaking.

At this time, you can't resist hard. Ghosts can bend and stretch, stay in the green mountains, and are not afraid of no firewood.

Looking at the black-hatted ghost with a frightened gaze, Yuan Qingli once again put down the stone in her heart, and she was right again.

When she saw the black hat ghost appear before, intentionally or unintentionally, she found that the other party always avoided the air conditioning vents in the ceiling.

Thinking about it, the source of this guy's strength is his black mist, and if he can get rid of the black mist, he will solve most of the problems.

How to clean up the invisible and powerless black fog?

The simplest thing is a vacuum cleaner.

Mu Yingshan saw Yuan Qingli appear, and walked quickly to her, I don't know if it was intentional or not, the tall figure was blocked in front of the mouth of the vacuum cleaner, and the wind blew his long hair, as soft and shiny as black satin, and the fairy spirit was fluttering.

Yuan Qingli just wanted to give him a kick.

When she looked up, the black-hatted ghost was gone, and even the choking dust was a little weaker.

She frowned slightly, and the vacuum cleaner was placed on the floor.

Yuan Qingli re-read the game instructions, knowing that in addition to her thoughts, she still needs to touch the props in order to get the props back into her system backpack.

Yuan Qingli raised her head and held Mu Yingshan's wrist with her free hand: "Thank you for delaying the time for me just now, and now I can go back to my backpack." Wait for me to summon you next time. ”

Mu Yingshan disappeared before he even had time to say anything.

Yuan Qingli stood in place, thinking about a big question.

This land......

Do you want to keep sweeping?

In the end, the good character of socialism occupied the upper point in Yuan Qingli's mind, and she planned to do the cleaning work of this temporary worker to the end.

"She's really, I'm crying to death, so hardworking."

"Suddenly, I feel that the air in the hallway is much more comfortable."

"Don't scare her today, scare tomorrow."

The little ghosts, old ghosts, and half-ghosts have dispersed.

Sweeping to the other side of the corridor, Yuan Qingli was very tired and bent up, it was not easy for all walks of life.

Just as the work was about to end, Yuan Qingli stopped his hard-working little hand.

Turning over the blanket on the ground, after the stolen goods were removed, a pattern of "resentment" appeared in front of me. The faded dark red handwriting, shining in the light of the corridor, was quite clear.

Next to the vertical heart?

Is it someone writing on the floor or some painting?