"Something, it may be a long time before I come back."
Joan zipped up her wallet: "I'll go first, Ning Ning estimates that she will have to sleep all day."
"What's wrong with Bai Ning?"
The book spirit was puzzled.
"A little frightened."
With her wallet in hand, Qiao An went outside Bai Ning's bedroom, she raised her hand and knocked on the door, but Bai Ning didn't speak, and Qiao An didn't say anything.
She walked towards the entrance, where she changed into a pair of shoes.
At half past seven in the evening, Joan came back from outside, still holding an iron box in her hand.
The iron box was at least half a meter long, thirty centimeters wide, not too high, about ten centimeters, and there was a delicate lock hanging in the middle of the iron box.
After Qiao An opened the door and came in, Shuling floated over: "What are you holding?"
Qiao An made a shushing gesture and pointed to the bedroom where Bai Ning lived.
"I didn't come out all afternoon, I went in to take a look, and she fell asleep."
Shuling was very curious about what the iron box in Joan's hand contained.
It listened closely, and could hear the sound of rustling in the box.
There's something in it, and it's something that's alive, it's moving.
"What's in it?"
The book spirit's eyes lit up, and it always felt that Qiao Ann was going to do something bad.
"We'll talk about that later."
Holding the iron box, Joan entered the bedroom lightly.
Putting the iron box in the corner, Joan took out the key in his pocket: "The key is here, send the box and the key over tomorrow and let the owner of the box open it."
She placed the key on the lid of the box, and Joan sat on the floor and opened her purse.
The book spirit floated over to watch her count the money.
"Eight hundred less, this box is worth eight hundred?"
Shu Ling looked at Qiao An with the eyes of a loser, and he felt sorry for money.
"The box is not expensive, the labor cost is expensive, I found three people in the suburbs and asked them to help catch mice."
Joan stretched out six fingers and gestured towards Shuling, "Do you know how many rats are in here?"
Ten times that number. ” The book spirit looked horrified: "You are so perverted, this time you still have sixty mice."
Joan thought of this afternoon's events, and she had contributed both manpower and money.
Her 800 is gone, and it looks like she's going to have to eat dirt tomorrow.
Joan patted the lid of the box, she pushed the box under the bed, patted her pants, and Joan stood up.
"I'm going to take a shower first, I'll go to bed early tonight, and I'll have to give someone a gift tomorrow."
At night, Joan still didn't sleep well, and by two o'clock in the morning, she woke up.
Tossing and turning in bed, I can't sleep.
Joan could only get up from her bed, she turned on the light, and in the dead of night, the slightest sound was noticeable.
Joan looked at the iron box under the bed, it was so noisy, and the rats inside were moving around and screaming.
She stabilized her mind, hurriedly opened the computer, and after opening the document, Joe calmed down.
Until dawn, Qiao An didn't fall asleep, and at six o'clock in the morning, Bai Ning went to school.
Joan watched her leave, and she went back to her bedroom and pulled the tin box out from under the bed.
"Shuling, you said that I gave it to Mo Qinyue, would she be afraid?"
"Give it to her."
The book spirit, who was yawning on his stomach, became interested: "I must be afraid, think about it, I opened the box with anticipation, thinking it was a gift I liked, but who knew that dozens of hungry and crazy mice jumped out."
The spirit of the book shuddered, not to mention people, it was scared.