The task is Meng Yun’s daily task, she must be there. Duan Lang wants to complete this task, but what did the other party think?

Meng Yun hesitated.

Duan Lang was not embarrassed and said, "Okay, everyone should rest as soon as possible. We will set out to the shelter tomorrow."

Meng Yun lowered her head and said blamingly: "Thank you, Duan Lang."

"It's okay, I understand you."

It is too risky to do tasks. Even if Duan Lang leads it, there are still crises. It is normal for Meng Yun to not want to take risks.

The only shame is that he paid so much rent for everyone and had to leave before he could live in enough.

"We'll go to the shelter tomorrow."

Yang Qin said: "Okay, after the bus arrives at the station, my people will pick you up. The license plate number is J0210. Be careful on the way and keep in touch."

It's late at night.

Duan Lang, who was confirmed to have insomnia, couldn't sleep at all. He was just closing his eyes and resting.

After going to the shelter, his deeds could not be covered, especially if he jumped down from the fifth floor of the school cafeteria, he would catch the person who jumped down empty-handed. This extraordinary physique would definitely be paid attention to by the shelter.

What to say then?

Do you tell me your gorgeous attribute data? That would be too exaggerated.

Duan Lang didn't want to expose all his trump cards.

"You can't tell all the data, just say that all the tasks I have completed are added to physical strength and strength."

The eardrum vibrated, Duan Lang opened his eyes and could hear someone in the aisle on the sixth floor.

Who will point it out at this point?

The ghost in the corridor will not let others come up unless it is someone from the sixth floor.

Are you a resident who likes the second-dimensional otaku Fatty 606?

Or Zhang Lingling?

It shouldn't be Zhang Lingling. If she could come out, she would have come out long ago.

The footsteps stopped.

"Squeak!"

605 The door of the room was opened.

Duan Lang's heartbeat suddenly accelerated. Did the other party actually have the key to his house?

Fear filled his heart, Duan Lang did not dare to go out, so he got up gently and hid behind the door, holding the knife tightly with his hands.

The man was walking around the living room, seemingly rummaging for the stored food.

After a while, the man left the room and the door was gently closed.

Duan Lang waited for about ten minutes before opening the door and walking out, turning on the lights in the living room.

The food was passive and there were a lot of things. Duan Lang carefully discovered that there was an extra bag. He opened the bag and thought it was a terrifying scene. There was a roast duck inside.

What's the thing?

The other party walked in and gave a roast duck?

Zhang Han said in fear in the room: "Brother Lang? Is it you?"

Duan Lang said: "Come out, it's me."

Zhang Han nervously opened the bedroom door. He also heard the sound in the room just now, afraid that he would not be able to do it.

When the characters saw that it was Duan Lang, they breathed a sigh of relief.

"Who came in?"

"I don't know, I sent a roast duck."

Duan Lang became more and more scared the more he thought about it. The other party had the key to his house, so he came quietly, and after delivering the things, he left quietly.

It's dawn.

Everyone was ready to set off.

Duan Lang said goodbye to Liu Jian and said, "Brother Liu, I'm leaving for a while."

"Well, be careful when going out."

Liu Jian was still very calm.

Walking through the corridor on the sixth floor, Duan Lang asked, "Good brother, who entered my house yesterday?"

The dust on the ground rolled up a row of numbers.

“606.”

Duan Lang was shocked.

606 households?

"What does he want to do?"

"?"

The ghost in the corridor gave a question mark, and he didn't know what the 606 residents wanted to do.

The fat man brought a roast duck, what does it mean?

Everyone went downstairs.

On the fifth floor, a little boy held a head and his eyes were staring straight, scaring everyone so much that they didn't dare to leave.

Duan Lang walked forward and said, "Huanhuan, is there anything wrong?"

"Big brother, I want to play football."

Duan Lang said: "Brother has something to do. I can't play football with you today. Can you play it yourself?"

"Oh, okay."

Huanhuan nodded.

At this time, someone came upstairs downstairs, and a woman was carrying a plastic bucket, wearing shiny slippers, and her lips were particularly red.

It is the new resident downstairs 505.

Huanhuan said: "Sister Anhe."

An He nodded slightly, looked at Duan Lang and said lightly: "You are still alive, it's not easy."

Duan Lang said: "Thank you for helping me on the bus that day."

An He shook his head and said, "Don't thank me first. She has left a mark on you. Sooner or later, she will find you."

Duan Lang was thrilling.

"What mark?"

An He's eyes were like a pile of stagnant water, and she smiled strangely and said, "Corpse sesame oil."

Duan Lang's scalp was numb, and the corpse sesame oil was not left by Hongjie, but by the Tang suit woman holding an oil paper umbrella!

Last time, he told Liu Jian that he had met someone, but he had never told Liu Jian about his experience on the bus, so Liu Jian analyzed that it was a mark made by Hongjie.

Duan Lang said: "Why did you help me last time?"

An He licked his red lips and said, "What do you think?"

Duan Lang beat Han Wu, and others dared not speak.

"Don't worry, I won't touch you, that woman will never allow anyone to touch her prey."

An He looked at the others,

"The little girl has a good figure."

She stared at Ye Qing, as if she had a pair of perspective eyes, and saw that Ye Qing had a very good figure.

Liu Xia stood in front of Ye Qing, and even if she was afraid, she would not retreat at all, which shows how good the relationship between the two was.

An He smiled strangely and went home with a plastic bag.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief. For the first time, they felt the oppression brought by An He. From the bottom of their hearts, they admired Duan Lang even more. When he first lived here, he actually made so many strange existences to be friends.

Zhang Han even admires him even more.

"Brother Lang, how did you make friends with strange existences? Can you teach me?"

"It's very simple, do a mission to death."

Zhang Han suddenly felt like a deflated ball.

Buses are dangerous.

If you want to go to the shelter, you have to take the bus because it is too far to walk.
To be continued...