The smell of paint is also very pungent.
Mao Xiaoyu rushed out of the room and smelled it, without Zhang Chen's guidance, her eyes also turned to the door.
Supporting the mirror frame, Mao Xiaoyu snorted and said to Zhang Chen: "Go and open the window in the living room." ” "Oh."
She turned and went into the bathroom, wrung a wet towel, blocked her nose, and slowly approached the door.
The smell is stronger.
Enduring nausea and pungentness, Mao Xiaoyu put his ears to the door and listened to the movement outside.
There was the sound of gentle footsteps, and there were people talking in low voices, as if to say, "......
Enough, right?
Xiaomao, is it written?
” "It's almost there.
Hey, how do you write that?
” "Which one?"
"Debts to pay money?
How do you write it?
” "You illiterate, go away......"
And then there's the sound of something brushing on the wall.
Mao Xiaoyu seemed to understand.
This gang of thugs learned to paint red paint outside the door of the debt collection company, writing slogans that 'pay off debts'.
The smell of paint, especially new paint, is very pungent and unpleasant.
If it's just red paint, it's okay, Mao Xiaoyu is afraid that they will do something even more out of the ordinary. 、 They pricked up their ears and listened, there was a small sound outside, mixed with frivolous laughter from time to time, they were happy to do bad things, right?
Taking the wet towel away, Mao Xiaoyu sniffed and sniffed it well.
It smelled of lacquer, and I didn't smell gasoline for the time being.
Fortunately!
"Sister Xiaoyu......"
Zhang Chen's face turned pale and moved over and whispered.
"Shh Mao Xiaoyu pulled her into the kitchen, pushed open the window, took in fresh air, and then told her what she heard and analyzed.
Zhang Chen's eyes widened and he was frightened: "Why are they?
” "There's no reason to talk to the gangsters."
"So, do you want to call the police?"
Mao Xiaoyu shook his head: "It is estimated that it is useless to call the police."
You think, we didn't get any real harm, and people just scribbled on the wall outside the door, and the police might as well wait and see. ” "Waiting for Brother Luo?"
"Yes."
Zhang Chen sighed deeply: "Okay, listen to you."
But after thinking about it for a long time, I really can't think of it, who would instruct the thugs to come and harass me?
” Mao Xiaoyu asked: "Those parents ......?"
"It doesn't feel like it."
Zhang Chen shook his head slowly: "We are very cautious, and few people doubt us.
After thinking about it, she had to admit: "Except for the parent who indirectly caused my mother's death." ” "Could it be that he bought the thugs?"
Zhang Chen shook his head: "As far as I know, this family is also living a tight life, and it is unlikely that there will be extra money to buy off the gangsters, right?"
” Mao Xiaoyu touched his chin: "Then it's even stranger?"
Are you coming for me?
No way, I don't seem to have offended anyone?
” Instead of guessing in the house, it's better to catch a thug and ask.
But the two weak women didn't even dare to open the door, and they could still arrest the thugs with many people?
At this time, if Luo Bo is here, things will be much easier.
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Mao Xiaoyu fell into reflection.
Since she came to H City to be nosy, she has basically pulled Luo Bo into the water, so that most of her idle affairs have been satisfactorily resolved.
Think about it, if there is no Luo Bo, Mao Xiaoyu alone will not be able to do anything.
So, in conclusion, is she relying on Luo Bo, she has no ability, and he is helping her finish up?
Mao Xiaoyu, who woke up suddenly, was stunned, and slowly turned her head to look out the window at the night without saying anything.
"Sister Xiaoyu?"
Zhang Chen didn't know why, she suddenly fell into deep thought.
"Hmm."
Mao Xiaoyu asked weakly.
"What's wrong with you??
A little bit of a bad face?
Do you want to go to the room to hide from the smell?
” Mao Xiaoyu sighed: "No need.
I'm just here watching. ” "See what?"
"When will the thugs leave?"
Zhang Chen also craned his neck to look out the window and downstairs.
As the night deepened, the old community returned to calm, and almost no one passed by in the family building.
Five minutes later, a few young people left with plastic bags and giggles.
"It's them!
They're gone.
Zhang Chen ran to the bathroom to fill a bucket with water to clean the red paint in the corridor.
"Zhang Chen, wait a minute."
Mao Xiaoyu came back to her senses and hurriedly stopped her: "Don't worry. ” "While the red paint is still dry, it's easier to clean."
Mao Xiaoyu pushed her: "You come and see, I'll go." ” Pushing Zhang Chen in front of the window and lifting his chin: "I'm afraid that they will go and come back."
If you star, you will give me a sentry. ” "No, Sister Xiaoyu, I'll come."
Zhang Chen didn't want to go.
Cleaning the red paint is a chore, and staring at the sentry is relatively light.
She is the owner of this house, how can she be embarrassed to let Mao Xiaoyu do the drudgery.
"Didn't you say listen to me?
Look, don't move.
Mao Xiaoyu took her bucket and stopped at the gate to listen to the movement.
There was indeed no movement outside, and it was much safer.
Exhaled, Mao Xiaoyu opened the door.
There was a blinding red in front of him.
The walls of the corridor, which is not wide, are covered with red paint.
Not surprisingly, the words "debt repayment" were written incorrectly, so draw a cross and add the correct word.
There is also the words 'Turtle with a shrunken head', which is written crookedly and swaggeringly on the wall.
Others such as 'if you don't pay back the money, kill your whole family' and the like are even more messy.
The door also reads, 'One day deadline, if you don't pay back, you will bear the consequences' occupies the entire door.
The shocking red paint is still fresh and dry, and the red paint of the last stroke of the word 'negative' is fresh and slowly squirming downward.
The ground was stained with red paint, like blood.
A crack opened the door of the neighbor to reveal half of the old chaotic eyes.
Mao Xiaoyu raised her eyebrows, squeezed a casual smile and looked at the opposite door.
The old eye met her smiling eye, startled, and quickly closed the door, never snooping again.
"Alas!"
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Long sigh.
Mao Xiaoyu rubbed his hands, began to splash water, and then used a brush to clean the wall.
Red sewage spreads down the staircase.
Although this is not good, Mao Xiaoyu can't take care of it so much.
You have to wash the signs on the walls first, and then you have to worry about the red sewage that flows everywhere on the stairs.
"Sister Xiaoyu."
Zhang Chen looked very happy and jumped out with a broom.
"Why are you here?"
Mao Xiaoyu wiped a handful of sweat.
"Brother Luo is here."
Zhang Chen glanced at the ground and frowned: "It seems to be a mop."
He turned and ran back to his room.
Luo Bo is here?
No wonder she came to help.
Mao Xiaoyu was lying on the railing of the building and looking, and sure enough, he saw Luo Bo going upstairs briskly.
"Hey, what's the smell?"
Luo Bo covered his nose and disgusted.
Mao Xiaoyu, who was lying on the railing, grinned: "Pungent smell." ” Looking up, Luo Bo looked up.
Mao Xiaoyu only showed one head, his face was covered with sweat, and there was fog on his glasses.
His hair was also messy, as if he had escaped a disaster.
"Why do you look like this?"
Luo Bo asked in surprise.
Mao Xiaoyu was angry, and turned around to sprinkle the water on the rag.
"Hey, what are you doing?"
Luo Bo jumped to his feet and took three steps and two steps upstairs.
"Wow, this is red water?"