Fang Luming went up to the second floor and picked up a barrel of oil, a pile of bullets, a second stage, and a backpack.

Just as he was about to go up to the third floor, someone opened fire on the opposite side.

"Please dong, someone hit me."

Shang Chengdong was downstairs and asked him in his voice: "Where?"

"In the house opposite."

"You lie down first and wait for me to come up."

Fang Luming lay down directly on the spot.

Soon, Shang Chengdong went up to the second floor. He first looked around the window, found the right spot, and hid behind the wall.

Fang Luming got up and stood next to him.

"Don't stand here, go hide in the corner."

Okay, Fang Luming skillfully found a blind corner with blind spots on all sides and squatted down.

Shang Qingdong fired two shots at random, waiting for the other party to show up.

Then the other party shows up.

He solved it with one shot.

"alright."

This skill is something Fang Luming can't envy. Not only does he play games, Shang Qingdong is good at everything. His IQ has been ahead of others since he was a child. He is a true genius and a top student. At the age of twenty-five, he has already become a top student.

The chief physician of the Department of Hepatobiliary Surgery, he is someone else's child as Fang Luming's mother calls him.

It doesn’t matter if you have a high IQ, but your character is not bad.

"Did you pick up the gun?"

"No."

Shang Qingdong said: "Then you go and lick the bag."

Fang Luming refused to go: "How can I be punished if someone hits me when I go out?"

If it were Jing Jian, he would just drop him.

If it were Yang Qingchi, he would throw a bomb at him.

But Shang Qingdong is an angel. He gave his gun to Fang Luming: "You use this, and I will lick it."

Fang Luming was super shameless: "Shang Qingdong, I love you!"

Yang Qingchi: "..."

Jing Jian: "..."

I didn’t encounter any masters in this game, and I won quickly.

After the settlement, Jing Jian kicked Fang Luming out of the team without hesitation. Just as he was about to start the second game, someone knocked on the door.

It's Ms. Lu.

"Summon treasure."

Jing Zhao was lost in thought while looking at the computer, and Jing Jian kicked his trouser leg.

Ms. Lu shouted outside the door: "Zhaobao."

Jing Zhao put down his computer and went to open the door.

Ms. Lu was dressed very dignified and fashionable, with a silk scarf tied around her neck. She stood at the door without going in: "Are you free now?"

"available."

"Old man Qiao on the sixth floor is celebrating his birthday and has invited everyone to eat cake. You should go too and help take some photos along the way."

Jing Zhao said: "I'll get the camera."

The apartment he and Jing Jian lived in had three rooms. There was no furniture in one room, and it was filled with cameras, all kept in moisture-proof boxes.

He chose a SLR suitable for indoor use at night, and when he came out, he didn't see Ms. Lu.

Ms. Lu liked him in the family group: [I went there first]

By the way, the name of their family group is: Maruko Family

Jing Zhao took the elevator down to the sixth floor, walked to the door of 602, and knocked on the door.

The person inside said: "The door is unlocked."

He pushed the door open and entered, and the first thing he saw was a fair, fat, child's face.

The child called him: "Daddy."

This is Mr. Qiao's grandson Zhou Zhou. He is only over one year old and has just learned to speak.

Zhou Zhou liked the businessman collar very much and would not let go of her neck.

"No," the business leader warned him, "it's my brother."

Zhou Zhouya's babble: "Duoduo."

"Duo."

"Duo duo!"

A mouthful is like a mouthful of saliva.

Children of this age are drooling as if they don't need money.

Jing Zhao asked: "Why are you here?"

The business leader hugged Zhou Zhou and used his hands to wipe his saliva: "Your mother brought me here."

Ms. Lu specially brought her here to let the tenants get to know the new residents.

"Ms. Chang An," Mr. Qiao's daughter-in-law Zhang Yuping came out of the kitchen. When she saw Jing Zhao, she shouted into the living room, "Your baby is here."

Ms. Lu chatted happily with her poker friends and waved her hand: "Come on Zhaobao, please take some pictures for us first."

Jing Zhao passed by the business leader and entered the house.

The living room, which is less than 40 square meters, was full of people. Housewives who were usually busy took out the silk scarves from the bottom of the box when they heard that they were going to take pictures.

Photography poses do not require the photographer’s guidance at all: wild goose flying south pose, towering up to the sky pose, butterfly fluttering pose, fluttering in the wind, sister-to-heart pose, Thousand-Hand Avalokitesvara pose.

There is a pot of four-season crabapple on the balcony of Old Man Qiao's house.

There is also an elegant flower viewing style.

The housewives laughed and said that they would ask Ms. Chang An’s eldest daughter to take artistic photos in the future.

Ms. Chang An politely declined with a high emotional intelligence: "Quine in line, he hasn't photographed me yet."

After the housewives finished taking pictures, they took pictures of the birthday boy.

The business leader didn't talk to Jing Zhao. He kept taking pictures. She kept answering questions from enthusiastic citizens, such as how old she is, what she does at home, and whether she has a boyfriend. When asked about work, Ms. Lu helped her

The prevarication passed.

The adults were chatting, and without paying attention, Zhou Zhou had climbed onto the coffee table. He stretched out his feet to reach the paper box. There were remote controls, pens, fruit knives, and some other daily necessities in the box.

"weekly!"

Zhou Yi kicked the paper box over and the fruit knife fell out.

The youngest son of Shuzhen's family was at the other end of the coffee table, sitting on the floor, playing with a toy car. Shuzhen exclaimed, and before she could reach out, she caught the fruit knife with one hand.

Shuzhen glanced at the blade that almost hit her son's face, breathed a sigh of relief, picked her son up, and then raised her head: "Are you okay?"

Jing Zhao put the knife back into the storage compartment of the tissue box: "It's okay." He put the tissue box on the TV cabinet, "I've almost taken the photos, I'll go up first."

He couldn't take the picture anymore. He leaned over too quickly and hit the coffee table with the camera in his hand, causing the lens to break.

He said hello to Ms. Lu and went upstairs first.

Jingjian is not in the living room, but in the room playing games.

With the laptop still on, Jing Zhao put down the camera, took out a few pieces of toilet paper, wrapped it around the tab of his right hand, then took out the camera's memory card and imported the photos to the computer.

After processing the photos, he closed the computer, got up and went to the bathroom. The light in the entrance was on, and he used the light to pull off the toilet paper wrapped around his hands and threw it into the trash can. Then he turned on the faucet and washed his hands.

The water flowed through the fingertips and into the pool, slightly red with blood.

At this time, the doorbell rang.

Jing Zhao turned off the water and went to open the door.

"What's up?"

The businessman collar was standing at the door. There were two rabbit ears on the hood of her coat, fluffy and limp. She was carrying a small medicine box in her hand: "You'd better bandage your hands."

Just now, the blade of the fruit knife got stuck in the tiger's mouth of his right hand.

The wound was not deep, but a few drops of blood were shed.
To be continued...