Chapter 3970 I Collect Rent in the Survival Game (17)

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July 2nd, sunny.

I couldn't sleep well. I didn't know why I had insomnia. I always seemed to hear some noise, as if it was coming from next door. If there was another noise, I would knock on the door.

The work is so tiring, but I still have to work hard. The boss downstairs is dead... The troublemaker stabbed him to death with a knife and was not rescued. The boss's wife was very sad. I thought it would be fine. I hope the boss is safe in heaven. Alas.

When I came back from get off work, I met two little children. They were twins. They were so cute. I wanted to hug the two dolls.

Their mother was also very young and enthusiastic. She said that I was a match for her eyes and invited me to come to their home. However, I still had a job and could only refuse.

The bodies of two stray cats were found in the grass downstairs! He was tortured and killed. Who is so cruel, even small animals are not spared! They died so pitifully, I buried them, hoping to have a good pregnancy in the next life. Who did it...

When I got home, I found that the window was open. It was strange. I remembered that it was closed when I went out. How could it be open? Did I remember it wrong?

It's time to go to bed. I hope tomorrow will be a lucky day as well. Good night.

This time, due to dyeing, the boss did not die. The sound that the original owner heard while sleeping was probably the enthusiastic sharpening of the neighbor next door. I don’t know if it scared anyone. She also met those two children. Why didn’t she be invited up? Sit down?

This is not fair!

"The background of the dungeon has been unlocked at a shallow level. Please continue to pursue the truth behind it. That is the answer you want."

The system's mechanical sound sounded, and the top floor almost exploded.

"The existence of two safe apartments is both accidental and inevitable. The missionaries are divided into two parts and discover their own secrets in different apartments. Each secret is related to the life and death of the other party."

"Your destiny is just like a safe apartment, closely connected. Finding the truth on the sixth day will be very helpful to you."

"The clock rings at midnight on time. You will get a short black sentence to exchange information across the apartment. Please cherish your time."

"The first black sentence is about to begin."

"Please invite one person from each apartment to communicate, and other taskmasters can provide opinions."

Most people looked at the few initial taskers.

Qiao You doesn't care about this, it's the same for everyone.

Mo Lin looked at Ranbai and said, "Come on."

"lazy."

"..."

After a while,

A new contact appeared on Molin's phone.

The avatar is black and the nickname is blank.

One sentence of information is very important, and everyone communicates together, but there is too little useful information obtained on the first day, and other information is too trivial and meaningless.

"Confirm the information first." Ranbai said.

No one has an opinion.

Mo Lin thought about it, asked Ranbai a few questions, and then sent a message.

A sentence may be long or short, and you can always use commas. Unfortunately, the system limits the length, so there are very few messages that can be sent, and almost any opportunism is not allowed.

——Grandpa in 302 on the 17th floor said that the old apartment was haunted and demolished

This is simply the most useful information they have right now.

One is for people and the other is for things.

Gui Ying and the missionaries gathered together. She was the only one here to start, so the exchange of information naturally fell on Gui Ying. She lowered her head to read this sentence, and after everyone discussed it, she calmly replied.

——Grandpa 302, people have died before. There may have been tasks that failed before.

After one sentence was exchanged, the contact in his hand turned gray and no more messages could be sent.