An Qing held the door handle tightly and pushed the door open gently.
What came to his face was the strange smell of wine, meat and smelly feet.
Qu Yang was lying on his back, sleeping soundly, with his clothes scattered all over the place.
According to the memory of the original owner in the plot, An Qing knew that Qu Yang had a habit of putting things he considered important under his pillow every day when he went to bed.
As long as there was nothing on the pillow, he would Wake up immediately.
The previous owner didn't know that Qu Yang had such a habit and felt that it was uncomfortable for him to sleep like this.
He wanted to help him adjust the pillow, but was violently beaten by Qu Yang who woke up.
That was the first time Qu Yang hit the original owner, so this incident The incident was very deep in the memory of the original owner.
An Qing first put his hand under the pillow Quyang was sleeping on, and sure enough he found a small hard bag inside, but it was not easy to take it out because the shell of Quyang's big head was always pressing on that place.
After thinking for a while, An Qing picked up a cigarette box that Qu Yang had thrown away from the ground.
She filled the cigarette box with toilet paper, then carefully inserted the cigarette box into it with her hands, and pulled out the small bag.
It took more than ten minutes to finally get the small bag in hand.
An Qing took the small bag and touched the clothes Qu Yang left behind one by one.
He took away all the scattered money in his pocket before turning around and going out.
When he walked to the bar, An Qing heard the old man cough twice and quickly got into his room.
When he arrived at the house, Anqing opened the small bag and found two ID cards inside, one belonging to the original owner and one belonging to Qu Yang, as well as two bank cards, both in the original owner's name, and several thousand dollars in cash.
Anqing divided the cash into different places on her body, put away her bank card and ID card, and walked out with the suitcase.
When she walked to the bar, she clearly saw the old man sleeping inside opening his eyes.
Eyes, but only for a moment the eyes closed again.
Although it was late at night, the door of the hotel was not closed in order to attract business.
Anqing went out smoothly.
After turning a few corners, she found a small supermarket and sold the food in her suitcase at a very low price.
The dry goods were sold, the suitcase was also given to the man, and another handbag was exchanged.
An Qing squeezed the few hundred yuan she just got, with a sneer on her lips.
She changed into the new clothes Qu Yang bought for her sister in a women's restroom, and then threw Qu Yang's ID card into the squatting pit.
Rinse it with water and take a taxi directly to the train station.
At the train station, An Qing found a train that was leaving immediately and bought a sleeper ticket and got on the train.
Listening to the rumble of the train, An Qing relaxed and fell asleep slowly.
When An Qing opened his eyes again, it was already bright.
An Qing bought a box lunch on the train and while eating it, he imagined how miserable Qu Yang was now.
"Does the host want to see Qu Yang's misery?
Thirty points will suffice."
A certain system seized the opportunity and immediately jumped out to lobby.
An Qing thought about it and felt that if he could relieve the original owner's hatred, his points would increase exponentially, but he did not reject the system's suggestion.
"Thirty points will be deducted, and you can view the current situation of Quyang."
A certain system said cheerfully, and some pictures appeared in An Qing's mind.
When Qu Yang woke up, the first thing he did was to look at the money under his pillow.
As a result, when the pillow was turned over, not to mention the money, there was no shit at all, only a cigarette box stuffed with toilet paper.
Qu Yang was stunned.
He didn't even bother to put on his clothes and ran directly to the bar: "Boss, what's going on with you?
I've lost all my things."
Qu Yang stood in front of the bar and made a fuss at the old man. . tgt ttrgt: