Chaofeng still looked dazed. He reached the stairs, pushed the car onto a lift, pressed a button, and walked up the stairs.
"You can build a lift to transport your car, why don't you install an elevator?" Ning Que found that the stairs were also covered with thick carpets, so he took them off. When he was about to throw them into the space, he found that he could not enter the space at all. He tried several times, but it didn't work.
Chaofeng looked at her and saw that her face had turned red for some reason. She kept muttering to herself angrily and picked up her shoes and skirt and stomped heavily on the stairs, as if she wanted to make a hole in the stairs.
He suddenly said, "The master didn't tell me, so I can't tell you."
Ning Que looked at the bewildered robot and patted its shoulder helplessly, "Let's go! We're all wanderers in this world together."
Now that I'm here, I have to live the best I can and finish building this place. I don't believe that guy will let me continue to live here.
After looking at a few rooms, they were already on the fifth floor. Ning Que looked at the dark staircase on the far right and said, "Is there another floor? I want to go up and take a look."
Chao Feng immediately stood in front of Ning Que and said, "You can't go here."
"Why can't I go? I have to go! I don't believe you can stop me." Ning Que also got excited and was about to rush over with his shoes in hand.
The door of the room two doors away from Ning Que opened, and an old man with unkempt hair poked his head out. "Then you must be dead."
Seeing Ning Que stop, she continued, "Wait a minute, let me put on my shoes and go with you to take a look."
His body was very dry, but his spirits were very sharp. He walked over very briskly in sportswear and patted the very alert Chao Feng. "It's okay, we're just going to take a look. We will definitely not violate the regulations."
Then he asked Ning Que to go upstairs with him. Halfway up the stairs, they suddenly disappeared. There was a layer of fuzzy color blocks on the edge, and the bottom was pure white. There were no other colors, and it was so bright that it hurt people's eyes.
He said: "There was a man whose wife was about to give birth and he kept wanting to get out. There was no fifth floor before. The white thing appeared at the staircase between the third and fourth floors, so he jumped down."
"Did he go out?" The long silence gave Ning Que a bad feeling.
"How should I put it? It's another form of leaving, I guess." The old man sighed deeply as he stared at the empty white space. "A day later, his photo appeared on the long table downstairs. Every dead person becomes a portrait, and those walls are filled with pictures of the dead."
He sneered, "We are literally living in front of a grave. No, we are already the living dead in the grave."
Chaofeng stood aside like a wooden board, watching them talk without saying a word.
After a while, he turned around and walked back. Ning Que could see his loneliness and desolation, and immediately made a decision, "Chao Feng, I want to live next door to him."
Chaofeng nodded, said "hmm", and took the cart back.
When Ning Que saw the old man returning to his room, he seemed to see a white-haired old woman smiling at the door, but before he could see clearly, the door closed with a bang.
There is another woman?
There was no house number on the room. Chaofeng explained, "You can write whatever you want. Whatever is written there will be your house number."
"Then I won't write it." Ning Que took a look at the house number of the old man next door. It was a traditional Chinese character "空".
I inexplicably feel that he has the air of a peerless master, even his house number is so Buddhist.
There is a shoe rack at the entrance, and after a few steps there is a two-meter bed. Next to it is the bathroom. Through the transparent glass you can see the large bathtub and a small sauna room.
Ning Que walked forward and pulled open the heavy curtains, only to find that outside the window was a thick black, without a trace of light, as if blocked by a piece of black paper. He looked at the time on the alarm clock, and it was only six o'clock in the evening. Although the night came earlier in autumn than in summer, it was not so late that there was not even a trace of light at this time.
"Where is my balcony?" Ning Que grabbed the handle of Chao Feng's cart and blocked the passage with his feet in a fierce manner.
"There is no balcony. None of the rooms have one." Then she silently pried Ning Que's hands apart. To her shock, he actually held on. Ning Que secretly exerted force, and with a sound of paper tearing, the handle of the cart cracked, revealing a hollow cylinder.
"Sir, please place what you have here. Everything will be back to normal tomorrow."
Chaofeng then took out a bottle of spray and sprayed every corner of the room. He then took out a small black box from the second layer of the cart, opened it, and took out a small bell from it and gave it to Ning Que. "This is a ring bell. If you need anything, you can ring it and I can come right away. Everyone only has one chance a day."
Then why did the old man take advantage of this opportunity without hesitation, just to arrange my accommodation? So I asked, "If a new person comes, wouldn't the person who rang the bell to call you be at a disadvantage?"
He lowered his head slightly. "It's beyond the scope of my service. Do you have any other instructions?"
"Yes, stay by my side and be on standby at all times today." Ning Que made this unreasonable request.
Not surprisingly, he refused, then pushed his car out the door and thoughtfully closed the door behind him.
Ning Que recalled the sound of paper breaking and the burning ball of paper he had thrown at the painting, which appeared on the carpet here. That confirmed one thing: it was in that painting.
It was around six or seven in the evening, and her stomach was rumbling loudly. The space was completely blocked, and she couldn't put anything in or take anything out.
When she went downstairs, there were still a few people sitting sparsely at the dining table. At a glance, there were all kinds of people, with yellow, black, and white skin. It was like a small United Nations, but it seemed that Chinese made up the majority.
Ning Que sat down at the long table and casually picked up a few seemingly undone foods. While eating, he looked at everyone present. Strangely, there was no woman except her.
At this time, a man with yellow teeth and few hairs on his head grew on the barren land like weeds wilted by pesticides. He had small eyes and a vulgar look in his eyes, but judging from the fabric, the clothes he wore were not cheap.
He came over and sat down next to Ning Que, picking up a plate of intact lobsters. He started talking as he ate, "Girl, where are you from? How old are you? How did you get here?"
I'd like to take this opportunity to ask where An Wei is?
Ning Que put down his chopsticks and looked at him with a smile, "Brother, let me ask you something. Is there anyone named An Wei here?"
He half tilted his head back, thinking, "I'm not sure, I don't think I've ever had any dealings with him, but as far as one person is concerned, I'll help you. But I want to ask, what do you want to know about this person?"
Seeing that Ning Que didn't answer, he patted his chest and said, "Talk to Big Brother. Don't worry, leave it to me. By the way, just call me Brother Li!"
Seeing he'd taken the bait, Ning Que made up a story—no, it should be said that it was adapted from the real world. An Wei had cheated on his sister, and when we, the family members, went to catch the mistress, we searched the entire hotel but couldn't find her.
Later, I was puzzled and followed the clues to an artist's painting, and somehow ended up in this place.
Brother Li slapped his thigh and lowered his voice, "Is that artist the woman with long hair and very fair skin?"
"What?"
Brother Li used his finger to dip a little lobster juice and wrote the word "white" on the tablecloth. He lowered his voice and said, "It's the one who drew the picture. There's a long painting that's longer than the tablecloth."
Seeing Ning Que nodded, he said, "You are not allowed to mention this person's name here, otherwise you will go straight to see God." After saying that, he made a horizontal knife gesture on his neck.
Brother Li was extremely angry and slammed his hands on the table, sending ripples through the soup. "This scumbag! I, Brother Li, know most of the people here. Girl, leave this to me!"
Ning Que was praising him and listening to his boastful speech. When they finished dinner and were about to leave, Brother Li suddenly asked mysteriously, "Is there a man in your room?"
Ning Que shook his head.
His strong and vulgar smell was like a moldy and stinky fish thrown into a stinky ditch. You could still smell it even from dozens of meters away.
He rubbed his hands and smiled happily, "Why don't you come to my place to see some good stuff? You won't suffer any loss."
Ning Que looked around with an expression of hope, then smiled, revealing his white teeth, and agreed sweetly, "Okay! I also want to see what treasures Brother Li has in his room."
Brother Li became more and more excited. Although he felt a little nervous when he saw Ning Que smiling brightly, the joy of being about to succeed suppressed this inexplicable emotion.
Arriving at the room, with the door open, Brother Li bent over, rubbed his hands, and said, "Come out!"
Then, out of nowhere, a swarm of beauties, all shapes and sizes, emerged, rushing towards Brother Li. Ning Que watched him silently immersed in the warmth and softness of his beauty, when he suddenly noticed a basket of fruit on the small coffee table next to him, with a fruit knife stuck in it.
Brother Li came out with a look of enjoyment on his face, "This is such a great place, with food, drinks, fun, and tons of beautiful women!"
His tone suddenly changed, "To be honest, after playing with so many women like this, I don't know the difference between the real women from outside and those inside."
Ning Que crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow, "Of course there's a huge difference! Do you want to try it?"
Brother Li, wondering how this woman could be so open-minded, blurted out, "Okay!", and that was it.
There were one or two groups of people sitting downstairs. They heard a sudden loud noise from the door, followed by a violent vibration, and then a man rolled down the stairs to the first floor.
Ning Que stepped on his chest and patted his face. "Tell me, is there a difference?"
"Yes, yes, yes!" He answered immediately, but when he saw the fruit knife in Ning Que's other hand getting closer and closer to a certain part of him, he changed his words and said, "No, no, no!"
"Um?"
“Yes, yes, yes!”
Ning Que looked down at him and curled his lips, "Brother Li, aren't you very capable? Do me a favor, okay?"
Brother Li hurriedly explained, "I dare not, I dare not, just call me Xiao Li. Excuse me, big sister, no no, what can I do for you, beautiful lady?"
"Then please help me call everyone over. It's still early, and I'm a newcomer, so we can chat. Afterwards, we can also have a midnight snack."
"Well, well, okay!" Brother Li, now Little Li, looked a little embarrassed, but still agreed. He stood up and walked upstairs hesitantly. Seeing Ning Que staring at him, he knocked on the first door reluctantly.
Ning Que said, "I'll give you ten minutes. I don't have much patience." Then he pulled a chair and sat down, smiling at the people watching. "They still have some time to come down. Let's come over and chat!"
Perhaps due to Ning Que's powerful military suppression, the rest of the people also brought a chair and sat there obediently.
"How did you all get here?" Ning Que asked, randomly pointing at a geek wearing glasses.
With everyone looking at him, he stammered, "That day, I saw a painting that was comparable to the Qingming Shanghe Tu. I was curious and clicked on it to take a look. That night, when I woke up, I was sleeping in this hall."
"And you?"
"The other day I saw a beautiful woman painting in the hospital. I looked at her a few more times. The next day, when I was driving, I saw this painting in a commercial plaza. Oh, and it's a long painting, isn't it? It depicts our area."
After chatting with several people, it seemed that they all came here because they saw this painting or met this man, but the characteristics were not obvious enough.
Ning Que always felt that there must be a special nature that made him lock these people in this painting like collections.
Oh, right, collection! Ning Que was suddenly enlightened by this word.
There are otakus wearing glasses, taxi drivers, ordinary male college students, creepy men, wise old men, black people, white people, and yellow people.
So what am I, then? A shemale with a cross-dressing fetish?
Bah, bah, bah, I am a real woman.
How could I, a collection, escape this cage? Would I destroy other collections? Would I force the collector to remove me?
Suddenly, Ning Que felt a gust of wind coming from behind him. He immediately slid down from the chair, slid to the side, picked up the chair and threw it behind him.
A muscular man stood behind her and asked provocatively, "You're the one who asked me to come down?"
"No, it's your dad who asked you to come down." Ning Que picked up a chair and started hitting him hard.
Ning Que panted slightly, the missing arm and leg chair pressed against his neck, "Well, call me daddy and I'll let you go."
The man, who was over 1.8 meters tall, was pinned to the ground, unable to move. His face turned red and his lips kept moving, as if many words were about to come out of his mouth, but in the end he said nothing.
Ning Que kicked the chair away and said, "Forget it. It's understandable that my son doesn't call me dad."
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