When I walked to the door, the mourning jackal realized why he would copy more when he copied the key. Why did he choose this floor when he picked www.biquge.info target, but there were other floors that were suitable to start, but he still chose this floor. This was the origin of his path to crime.

When he came to this door, he realized that he might not come here again in the future, and what it meant to him. Literary thinking is not something that literary and artistic young people have. Even if they are criminals and illiterate, feelings are there. The mourning jackal was extremely embarrassed at this time, and the parting was imminent, looking at what he had longed for, and looking at the guide he had guided. He couldn't help but squeeze the key, sighed again, the mourning jackal gritted his teeth and found the key to this room, he wanted to go in and see, maybe leave something, maybe take something away!

To put it a little more aggressively, when he embarks on the path of crime in the future, when he loses himself, he can recall what was the origin of his path of crime. Most of the manga male protagonists rely on this to achieve great careers! Luffy's One Piece, Naruto's Hokage, and Liu Angxing's Special Chef. Now maybe add the Thief King of the Dead Jackal.

At this time, Bai Erzheng in the room was snoring "snorting, snorting". The whole room shook slightly, and the movement was enough to catch up with a slight earthquake. The little drill wind on the side covered his head with his claws, and at this time he suddenly put down his claws and raised his head to prop up his upper body. The little ear turned, suddenly jumped up and slapped Shiro's foot.

Bai Er muttered a dream, then turned around, facing the backrest, his face was buried in the backrest, and his voice stopped suddenly. Following the little drill wind suddenly ran upstairs, and after a slight sound, the little drill wind ran down with a black shadow.

The mourning jackal opened the door, took a deep breath, and followed into the room. The moment he walked in, he felt that something was wrong. But he didn't know what it was, the room was so dark that he couldn't see anything. But the human senses are not only visual—smell, hearing, and touch. Even the unspeakable sixth sense is always collecting all the information around him.

It's just that we are used to relying on our eyes, just like now, even if we feel that something is wrong, we can't see anything, and the mourning jackal still subconsciously tries to look at something carefully.

On the other hand, the reason why he didn't feel right was not because his eyes saw anything in the dark. It was the other senses at work, and under normal circumstances, there had been no one in the room for days. The doors and windows are closed, and the air can't be fresh. But now there are people in the room, and the doors and windows are open.

As soon as the mourning jackal opened the door, it felt a gust of wind because of the convection. Then he smelled something in his nose. However, the mourning jackal has not undergone rigorous training in the end, and lacks sensitivity to these things. At this time, he just frowned, closed the door slowly with his backhand, and then reached for the switch.

The rooms in this building are all the same, the layout is the same, and the switches in the rooms are all in the same place. The mourning jackal stretched out his hand and "snapped" to open the light. The sudden light made his eyes narrow. From the darkness to the sudden light, his eyes narrowed sharply.

As soon as he subconsciously lowered his head, he felt that something was wrong. After a second his eyes recovered, he saw a black cat squatting at his feet. Squatting in a very formal position. The front feet are straight and the chest looks up at the head, the small tail at the back of the head swings slightly, the jackal is subconsciously stunned, and then he hears a shout of "Wang" from the head, he looks up suddenly, and sees a dog looking at him from the corridor on the second floor of the loft.

This scene is a bit fantastical, in a room where no one lives, suddenly there is a black cat and a dog. Even if the psychological quality of the mourning jackal is first-class, it is inevitable that he will not be stunned at this time. In this stupid effort, he heard a "meow~" under his feet, and his voice was a little poignant. Followed by a sharp pain in the foot! Summer, shorts! The exposed leg was hit hard by Zheng Si Daoyou's cat's claw!

The reflex of the mourning jackal is to bend over and cover his legs, followed by the sound of "Wang" on his head, the mourning jackal feels a violent shock on his head, as if he heard the sound of "dang"!

Bai Er only woke up at this time, opened his eyes and got up, still a little confused, and muttered: "Who turned on the light?" Then I saw Xiao Xie on the ground flipping the lid and shrinking into the shell.

He said again: "Who is this?Ah, who is this?!Someone!Someone is coming!" Bai Er shouted.

"Kill him, kill him!" "Fried noodles flew out at some point, landed on the edge of the mourning jackal, and shouted at him frantically!

Time rewinds back to the moment when the mourning jackal bent over, and Xiao Drillfeng was upstairs, directly pushing Xiao Xie, who had climbed up by himself before, down the gap under the railing, and smashed it on the head of the mourning jackal. And how did Xiao Xie, who stayed in the bathtub, go up to the second floor, I'm afraid this is really a supernatural event.

There was a commotion, and everyone upstairs woke up. After a while, everyone came down, and everyone was stunned, looking at the mourning jackal lying on the ground and not understanding what was happening. Only the fried noodles are still sub-ah, constantly shouting violent language such as "kill him".

Xiao Wang hesitated, turned his head to Zhang Dadao and said, "Master, you bird really have to watch less "Man and Nature" and "Animal World". It's all violent!"

Zhang Dadao tilted his neck, observed for a while, and then turned his head to look at Bai Erdao: "Are you neat? This guy can't be the owner of the house, right? What's wrong with you?"

Bai Er hurriedly shook his head: "I don't know, I don't know anything!"

Xiao Wang hesitated and whispered: "Master, could it be that he sleepwalks? Let's see how people are first!"

Zhang Dadao reacted at this time, and hurriedly said: "Yes, yes, take a look, if it is serious, notify the management office, we can't be bitten to death, I don't know anything, understand?

The people on the side nodded hurriedly, Zhang Dadao squatted down to check it, and then breathed a sigh of relief and said, "It's okay, it seems that I was hit on the head by something." Can't die!"

"Why don't you notify the management department? Xiao Wang was a little hesitant.

Zhang Dadao also hesitated, looked at the person, and then looked at the bag behind him, it seems that he came back from a distance with such a big bag, this is probably the owner of the house! If this person runs away, what will he do with his 50,000 yuan? Zhang Dadao opened his spiritual eyes, ready to see if this guy was unlucky enough to threaten his life. After opening it, he took a look at it, and hurriedly said: "Quick, notify the management office, this girl is absolutely bleeding! )