The bearded mercenary named Simpson dragged Andy upstairs, and the second floor was a row of improvised cubicles, which really had no more functions than barely sheltering from the wind and rain and keeping the tenants out of sight of each other.

Some of the rooms were not closed, and Andy saw people in the room gathering to smoke, drink, and play cards, and it was clear that the noise he had heard downstairs was also coming from here.

In the dark corner at the end of the corridor on the second floor, a little spark was shining, and a man smoking a cigarette sat there, holding a rifle and a fierce face..... Andy thought that this was probably the mercenary in charge of the second floor.

Simpson walked to the front of a room and stopped, took out the key and opened the lock on his nose, and tucked it into his trouser pocket.

"Your room, 213, has a few things to tell you."

Simpson turned around and looked at Andy with that "I don't think you're happy" expression in Andy's speechless gaze.

"First of all, there is no door number here, remember how many rooms you have, you went to the wrong door and were hit by someone or implicated in the loss of any items, we are not responsible for giving you any help, you can solve it yourself."

"I know, I won't go to the wrong door, I'll just stay for a few days."

"You don't have to answer, you can just use your actions to speak, you can listen to me now, I don't have time to waste with you."

Simpson didn't care about Andy's emotions in the slightest, and continued with the previous sentence.

"After that, don't take the old lady downstairs seriously, don't open the door to anyone in the middle of the night, or you will bear the consequences..... Finally, lock the door with the latch inside when you are in the room, take all your belongings with you when you leave the room or find a lock to lock the door from the outside, if you don't lock the door and go out and lose something, you will bear the consequences. ”

After speaking, Simpson turned around and left.

“.......”

Andy watched the bearded man walk downstairs and felt inexplicable.

Looking back, Andy found that he really had a fate with the number 13, and when he was in Tibbetts Prison, he was imprisoned in Detention Area 13, numbered 13013, and when he stayed in a hotel here, the house was actually number 213.

Suddenly, Andy saw that the corridor behind the mercenary was still stretching in, and although there was no light inside, at least he could see that the rooms inside had very high-grade wooden doors, and those rooms were rooms in old concrete buildings connected to these simple buildings that had been erected later.

"Huh? ..... Is this what the old lady was talking about in a VIP room? It's a world of difference, I knew to spend more money to live in. ”

Andy muttered a probe to his head.

The face of the inch-headed mercenary was hidden in the high collar, a cigarette protruded from the gap in the middle of the collar, and he sat on the chair with Erlang's legs crossed, isolating the two areas like a human door, seeing Andy looking left and right, this guy's expression began to be a little impatient.... So he took off his cigarette, got up from his chair, walked over and pushed Andy.

"Look at what, if you don't have any money, go back to your little broken house."

Andy was pushed back by him, and his face was a little jumping.

"Aren't the rooms here all very good, I knew that I wasn't greedy for cheap and upgraded."

The inch-headed mercenary stared at him for a moment, then suddenly laughed.

"I don't think you understand you at all, it's not for living, it's for enjoyment...... The old lady before asked you for the entrance fee, and there are many ways to ask for money after you go inside, and if you can't even afford dozens of bottle caps, you might as well go out and find some low-grade goods. ”

Andy scratched his head, thinking that why the city routine was so deep every day, he turned his head and went into his room and slammed the door.

There was a sound coming upstairs, and the inch-headed mercenary looked over, it was three guys dressed as scavengers.

Two of them walked over and handed the strange little sign in their hand to Cuntou to look at, and then walked directly to the high-end rooms inside, and the voice of a woman came from the voice.

The last guy with goggles looked left and right, walked over to the inch-headed mercenary and whispered.

The two exchanged for a moment, and he pointed to Andy's room.

The goggle-wearing scavenger glanced at the room, then handed over the small sign and walked into the room inside.

.........

On the other side, Andy walked into the small room he had rented, the environment inside was amazingly bad, some garbage was scattered in the corner, and the sleeping bag on the floor was dirty to death, and it felt like there must be some little life surging on it.

Andy bared his teeth and rolled the rag into the corner to be with the paper balls, wine bottles, and stuff.

He took out the previous wolf skin from the Pip-boy, spread it on the ground, and lay it down.

As soon as I lay down, a huge feeling of fatigue came up.

After escaping from Tibbetts Prison, he slept in the open along the way, experienced many life and death tests, overdrew his physical strength many times, and was seriously injured.

Because the soundproofing of the room is too rubbish, there are still some strange sounds coming in, but Andy doesn't bother to care, he closes his eyes.... After a short while, Andy fell asleep.

I don't know how long it has been, but Andy thinks that he has probably just fallen asleep for a while when there is a knock on the door.

"Knock knock—"

After a moment, Andy reluctantly woke up.

"Who?"

He sat up and shouted dissatisfiedly.

"Hello, there's something I'd like to talk to you about."

The other party's voice sounded rough, and it should be a man who is not too old.

“........”

Andy suddenly recalled that the old lady and Simpson had repeatedly warned him not to open the door in the dark, and he suddenly became a little vigilant.

"What do you talk about in the middle of the night, let's talk about it tomorrow!"

"Knock knock—"

Andy, who had just been lying down, was woken up again, and the knocking on the door continued.

"What are you doing?"

"It's daylight now."

Andy showed an expression of disbelief, the room was dark because there were no windows and no lights, he raised his hand to look at the beep boy, and found that it was indeed daytime, it was already more than nine o'clock in the morning.

He got up and opened the door to find a man wearing goggles standing outside the door.

The other looked at Andy's left arm and seemed to nod.

He took off his goggles, revealing a dark, wrinkled face.

"Hello..... My name is Johnson, and I'm coming to you to talk about a deal that will make us both a lot of money, are you interested? ”

Pip-boy silently popped up a new message.

[Received Secondary Mission: Mysterious Invitation, Mission Description: Listen to Johnson.] 】