No one could answer Xia Ren's question, nor did he find the aura of the infected body or the containment.

He stood in front of the empty room and talked to the people in the other room behind him, without any notice.

The child at the door grinned, and his curved eyes seemed to reveal a sneering look.

"What are you doing standing there?"

A man's voice came from behind.

Xia Ren calmed down his breath, slowing down his pounding heartbeat. He temporarily put away his crowbar and turned toward another door, "It's nothing, I just think the painting on the door is more fun."

"The painting on the door?"

In the dim corridor, the man's eyes crossed his shoulders, looked at him with a puzzled expression.

When he got closer, Xia Ren saw the outline of the man. He covered his face with a towel and could not tell his age. He should be at least in his thirties. This is the reason why he sounded dull. Because he was cleaning, he was holding a mop in one of his hands, and turbid liquid was dripping onto the ground.

Behind him was half of the ground, and the other half had been swept through with a broom, but there was still a thick layer of dust.

The man also looked back and said a little embarrassedly: "I'm so embarrassed to disturb you. I just moved here tonight. You saw that there has been no one living in this room for nearly twenty years and it is so dirty. If you don't clean it up, you will not be able to sleep at all."

Xia Ren looked at his eyes, looked at him for a few seconds before nodding slowly: "It's really dirty."

"Did you just moved here today?" he asked again.

"Well, because of work, I've been transferred here."

The man said and stretched out his hand: "I will be a neighbor from now on. Let's meet me. My name is Huang Qiuyuan."

Xia Ren hesitated for two seconds and reached out to hold him.

"My name is Xia Ren."

"If you are not in a hurry to sleep, can you give me another half an hour? There is still something to organize." The man named Huang Qiuyuan discussed.

"It's okay, I'm sleeping late anyway."

"That's so thankful!"

"You're welcome."

After chatting briefly with each other, the other party closed the door.

The corridor fell into darkness again.

Xia Ren turned on the flashlight and was about to leave, but found that the portrait of the family of seven was missing.

Looking back, there was only monotonous wood color on the other door.

Xia Ren narrowed his eyes and returned to his study.

This time, he remembered the locations of the two rooms.

The house where Huang Qiuyuan is located corresponds to Liu Xiuxiu's home.

"Dongdongdongdongdongdong..."

The sound of the children running upstairs sounded again.

Xia Ren stood on the chair, poked the ceiling with a crowbar, "I'll go up and tear your house down!"

The footsteps stopped immediately and did not come out for a long time.

Xia Ren sat back in front of the computer and couldn't code a word until twelve o'clock.

All he thought about was the words that mask told him before his death.

“Go up to the moon…”

It's simply clueless.

...

...

Just as Qin Yun had finished cooking breakfast, Liu Xiuxiu immediately ran over and knocked on the door.

Opening the door, he walked straight to Xia Ren and stretched out his hand: "Give me the water gun!"

Xia Ren looked up at him and continued to lower his head to play with his phone.

"Give me the water gun back!"

Liu Xiuxiu repeated it.

"Are you a repeater?"

Xia Ren said helplessly.

Seeing that he was unwilling to pay attention to him, Liu Xiuxiu bit her lip and suddenly pulled away his cell phone. While taking revenge, he also looked at the screen, wanting to see what Xia Ren was playing.

It turned out that he only searched for one question on his browser:

“???”

Liu Xiuxiu was shocked by this question.

Does he want to go to heaven?

Xia Ren's butt was not moving on the sofa. Taking advantage of Liu Xiuxiu's stuttering, she rolled her phone back with her tentacles.

"By the way, Xiu'er, ask you a question."

He reached out to grab a piece of egg cake and rolled it, and took a bite.

“What’s the problem?”

Liu Xiuxiu has already accused of the title of Xiuer.

"Can you help me find someone with the foundation relationship?"

"Return the water gun back to me first, and I will help you."

Liu Xiuxiu took the opportunity to ask.

"One code is the same."

Xia Ren could not release anything that came to his mouth. He thought for a while and said, "You brought out the water gun to contain the rootless water, right?"

I don’t know what medicine he bought in the gourd, Liu Xiuxiu could only click: “Yes.”

"So according to the situation two days ago, even if you have a water gun, you can't be able to contain it smoothly, right?"

The fear at that time was still deeply engraved in Liu Xiuxiu's heart. He recalled it and felt a little depressed: "Yes."

"Isn't this the right one?" Xia Ren slapped his thigh.

"What's right?" Liu Xiuxiu was a little confused.

Xia Ren analyzed: "Look, the function of the water gun is to contain rootless water, right? Without rootless water, is it useless for you to ask for a water gun? Then I risked my life to help you solve this big problem. Even if I take away the useless water gun now as a reward, it is reasonable, right?"

Liu Xiuxiu always felt something was wrong, but she couldn't think of a reason to refute it, so she could only reluctantly respond: "It seems...this is the case."

He saw the scene of Xia Ren being injured. It had nothing to do with him, but he almost even paid for his life to help him. This reward was not too much.

Although the water gun belongs to the foundation, I explained the reasons myself and the above should also approve it.

You should know that the foundation is very troublesome to contain confinements of the level of rootless water. It requires a lot of manpower and material resources to build targeted building facilities, and people take turns to guard them 24 hours a day. Even so, there is no way to ensure absolute safety.

In the Eighteen Hells, there are various containment objects and "ghosts" trying to escape every day, because there are many D-class garrisons who died.

Seeing that he had been convinced by him, Xia Ren continued to the previous question and asked: "Can you help me check someone now?"

Liu Xiuxiu finally felt relieved when she was struggling with something in her heart. She responded happily: "A small thing is just that I need to contact the logistics staff. They are best at this."

"Who are you going to check?"

Xia Ren took a sip of the porridge, swallowed it, and said, "Zhao Mingyue."

Qin Yun, who had just sat down, felt nervous.

It sounds like a girl's name.

She had seen the property certificate in the bedroom before, but she kept pressing her mind and didn't ask.

"Zhao Mingyue is right? OK, I'll go and check it for you now."

Liu Xiuxiu turned around and walked out happily.

Xia Ren looked at his back and said with satisfaction: "What a good kid."

This stopped in the other person's ears and changed his meaning.

Qin Yun felt that the rice in her mouth suddenly became less fragrant.

She put down her chopsticks with a "splash" and remained silent.

Xia Ren took a few bites, looked at her like this, and asked caringly: "What's wrong with you? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

"no."

Since she said it was not right, Xia Ren didn't continue to ask and still ate her own.

In my mind, the column of personal information has been called out.
To be continued...