Lu Xiaoxing lowered his head dejectedly.
Before this copy was finished, the next copy was booked.
He felt extremely unlucky.
Gu Huaiwei left Lu Xiaoxing, who was becoming increasingly withdrawn, and went to look for Han Zhusheng.
In the newspaper reading area of the library, the trial participants had already left, but there were still some bloodstains on the table. The strangeness of the people working in the reading hall had not left yet, and the staff in library uniforms were lying on the table licking the blood.
Han Zhusheng was tidying up the newspapers on the table.
After Gu Huaiwei appeared, those people who were lying on all fours on the table, eating in an ugly manner, twisted their necks strangely and looked at her with dark eyes.
"You guys continue."
Han Zhusheng was thin and straight. He stacked the newspapers together. His every move was full of ancient elegance, like a sketch.
Those low-level monsters obeyed his orders, lowered their heads and continued eating, ignoring Gu Huaiwei who suddenly appeared here.
The low-level weirdness continues the cleanup work.
"Just wait a moment, I'll be done with it soon."
After the copy is opened, Han Zhusheng needs to put the books and newspapers in the library that were messed up by the trial participants back to their original places.
"You go ahead and do your thing." Gu Huaiwei dragged a chair over and sat down.
The wooden chair creaked.
As soon as her butt touched the bench, a strange cleaner wearing a well-worn uniform that was washed to a pale color and holding a tattered rag came over.
It walked straight to Gu Huaiwei without even looking at her, and reached out to try to push the chair back into place.
"There's someone, Auntie, there's someone sitting here." Gu Huaiwei put one foot on the ground, firmly pressing down the leg of the chair.
The cleaner lowered his head and mechanically repeated his work instincts.
The chair was pushed and shook.
This weird cleaner is quite stubborn.
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