With the current smell and shape of the dead house, there are really few people in Gotham who dare to come and rob them, for fear of being exposed to bad things.

As a result, the group vomited and complained while feeling sorry for their wife, and finally successfully returned to their neighborhood.

But when you go home with such a smelly look, the house will become a mess and will be smelly within a few days.

So, the dead house members went directly to their usual activity room - an old warehouse near the block.

Since everyone's living environment is not rich, the used warehouse was renovated by them and made a bad but sturdy room with steel bars in the corner.

It is full of their wives and husbands who have accumulated over the years. Only the latest favorites will be taken home to accompany them.

However, with their financial conditions, the large number of figures in the room in the past were either second-hand or even used, or fake or shoddy.

The truly pure and flawless fine products are the batch that I went out to buy for 10 yuan tonight.

Therefore, even if they encounter a "big catastrophe of life and death" repeatedly tonight, they are unwilling to give up on their harvest and run away.

The abandoned factory buildings have water, electricity and beds, and they are all taken by dead houses over the years.

There are not many home appliances, and it is definitely not enough to live a long period of time, but it is okay to eat, drink, defecate, urinate, and sleep.

After receiving the notice, the "Fat Puffer Fisher" Fisher's sister Xiu'er had come here in advance and she also brought a lot of cleaning supplies.

But when a few black and white figures came in, she retreated wildly as if she was electrocuted: "Wow, what are you doing? Is this a cessation pit?"

Suddenly, she thought of a terrible possibility and screamed: "Does the toy shop you mentioned open in a public toilet? I don't want it."

Fisher went from shiny to "black with flash" and smiled bitterly when he heard this: "Okay, just watch us be tossed by those super bad guys like this, let's clean up these shi-like things first?"

Xiu'er doubted: "Are you sure that you are not shi? Well, that's right, it smells much more stinky than shi."

Summer: "Xiuer, we need to shower first."

Looking at the stinky wardrobe that was approaching, the only female member who had always been strong in the group could only run away with her head.

There is no way, the closer they get, the more difficult it will be for her to breathe. This is a perfect cluster of biochemical weapons!

Immediately, a noisy and chaotic sound rang out in the factory: "Xiu'er, where is the shampoo? This is not enough for me to use alone."

"Xiu'er, where is the shower gel? These are only two bottles, not enough."

"Where is the washing powder? Why just one bag?"

"It's only half a bottle of high-end cleanser? Then who will give it to your wife first?"

"Why is the water not hot? Is the water heater broken?"

"Bastard, you're stepping on my wife's feet. Wife, don't die, wife."

After a long period of chaos, the dead guys finally cursed each other, played crazy games, compromised each other, and completed the basic cleaning work in pieces.

What's the effect... Just look at Xiu'er who hid more than ten meters away and found a mask for herself with her tongue sticking out.

The dead house even threw all the clothes off to the trash can outside the warehouse, and then cleaned up the dirty area when it came in with water.

Otherwise Xiu'er would not avoid more than ten meters, but would go home directly.

For the time being, this is enough, because they still need to clean the figures they bring back.

No matter how clean it is, you still need to touch it a little again.

But for the sake of their wives and husbands, they could only bear it - Xiu'er said that she had completed the transportation of items and handed over the cleaning task to several big brothers.

The dead occupants all rolled their eyes, but were not dissatisfied. Who told Xiu'er to be the favorite of the group?

How difficult is it to find a normal woman to talk to if you don’t have money? Do you make it? There are so many dead houses who want to join their FFF group.

Several people divided the work and cooperated, and Lawser was assigned to open the backpack pocket and then threw it out.

Because he was the only one among the few people who had no need for cleaning, after all, he only brought back a pillow.

Xiu'er just went up to see the black widow's pillow and issued a "amputation notice": "It's useless. If the fabric is dyed like this, don't think it will recover. Quickly cut off the dyed piece and make it into a small pillow. If it's late, it will soak it in the sewage, and your wife's entire dolphin department will not be able to be kept."

Lawther cried, but did as he immediately.

Who made Xiu'er a very professional tailor and knew much more about fabric materials than them.

The whole body pillow amputation became a half-body pillow, and Lawther felt severely painful: the long legs were gone!

But he was also glad in his heart: Fortunately, he saved his wife's evil spirit and the big dolphin!

The length is still in your arms, and the result is...barely acceptable, it is better than nothing left.

This is what I said to myself in my heart, but Lawther's face was always disappointed: Once upon a time, I didn't cherish my wife on my back, and I regretted it when I was snatched away. If God could give me another chance, I would definitely... choose a completely opaque backpack.

Except for the regretful Lawther, the others gathered at a long table and organized their own figures taken out of their bags.

Everyone has several towels and detergents on hand, and they deal with dirt of different degrees.

Xiu'er was lucky. The "husbands" that Fisher brought back to her were basically not "defiled" and were soon sent to her who was hiding next to her.

Others are not envious.

Fisher brought the brother and sister alone to naturally have half the amount of things they wanted.

Even if they are apart from the figures that are completely dirty and cannot be rescued, their gains are much greater than Xiu'er.

An unpleasant smell cannot stop the dead homes who have received their great wishes.

They kept cheering and complimenting: "Oh my God, this is a collection that was only released this year. It is said that she can be posed in eighteen poses, and she has not been affected at all."

"The 30th anniversary of my birth here is even rarer than yours."

"Haha, you are all scumbags. Look at my 2000 Millennium Nostalgic Nostalgic model, which is limited to one thousand pieces worldwide."

Xiu'er was playing with her harvest happily, but when she saw Lawther, who had thrown the garbage, stood aside with a lonely face, staring at her half of her pillow in a daze.

She still couldn't bear it, so she called him over for coffee.

Well, she doesn't know how to drink it, it smells too bad here.

But these guys who have been stinking all the way shouldn't feel this stinking. They continued to replenish some moisture and calories after working all night.

"Tell me about your big adventure tonight." Xiu'er took the initiative to raise a topic of interest.

Lawser took a sip of coffee and warmed his cold and convulsive little heart: "What's there to say? We were really unlucky, we met the super villain three times in a row..."

Xiu'er was surprised: "This...it should be a good luck. Just your combat power can actually run back intact?"
Chapter completed!