When the poster was mentioned, the delivery guy's expression changed.
Then, with a look of panic on his face, he slapped his head and said, "Oh no! I almost forgot about this! I haven't prepared the host's gift yet!"
"I don't have money to pay the rent this month, and the landlord isn't happy with the gifts I gave him. He might kick my whole family out. What should I do then?"
Qin Nuo raised his eyebrows slightly and said, "Owner, what kind of gift would you like?"
"I don't know. The things it likes are very unique."
As he spoke, he glanced around and whispered to Qin Nuo, "It's very strange, and so is its temperament. The residents in the building are very afraid of it!"
Qin Nuo's eyes flickered a few times and he said, "You think the same as I do."
"I've also been worried about gifts lately."
"It would be great if I could get in touch with the host more and get to know what kind of person he is." Qin Nuo pinched his chin and said thoughtfully.
The delivery guy looked at him and said, "Your idea is very dangerous."
"Why do you say that?"
"It's very solitary and doesn't like to interact with us. You have to be careful when talking to it. If you say the wrong thing, you'll be thrown out of the building."
"If you don't have any gifts, just prepare the rent."
The delivery guy said this, glancing at the broken watch on his wrist, his expression changed: "That's it! I really don't have time, I'm going to be overtime!"
After saying this, he picked up the tattered takeout box on the ground and disappeared at the door in a flash.
Qin Nuo stood up, feeling that the information he had obtained was useless.
Shaking his head, Qin Nuo felt a little helpless. He glanced at the mess around him, put his hands in his windbreaker pockets, and walked out the door.
When I went out, the corridor was in a mess. Because of the fight just now, steel bars and concrete were scattered in every corner.
Glancing at both sides of the corridor, Qin Nuo planned to go back to Bai Zhou's house first, but when passing a room, he found that a door was open.
Qin Nuo remembered that this was the security guard's room, and a foul stench emanated from the room.
Looking at the empty house, Qin Nuo's eyes flickered twice, and without paying too much attention, he walked upstairs.
When I went upstairs, I found Zhang Yu sitting at the entrance of the corridor.
He was trembling all over, his face was pale, and he sat down without daring to move.
Next to him sat the old man.
The old man had completely white hair and was wearing a thick army green coat. His hands were covered with corpse spots and he was holding a photo.
His sunken eyes looked at the little boy in the photo, and his dry and cracked face was full of sadness.
It can be clearly seen that some of his flesh and blood are already rotting, and a strong and suffocating stench is emanating from him.
Looking at the photo, he looked like he wanted to cry, but all that flowed out from the corners of his eyes was some sticky pus.
"Xiao Zhang, do you think I'm right?"
With a sigh, the security guard asked Zhang Yu beside him.
"I have my own pension, and if I live frugally, I won't cause any trouble for my son and daughter-in-law. I can also raise some money to buy some small toys and gifts for my grandson."
"I just begged them to come back and see me once in a while. If they really can't come back, they can at least give me a phone call or something."
"As a result... I can barely walk now, and I can't speak clearly. They haven't called me for a whole year. Even the neighbors have called, saying I'm dying..."
"But my son and daughter-in-law still didn't come back to see me. Instead, they called me and sent me 200 yuan for my medical treatment, asking me not to call them again to disturb them..."
The security guard's body was shaking. He opened his mouth, and all his teeth had fallen out, and he made a sad sound.
Zhang Yu's throat moved. Although he felt sorry for the security guard, he was so frightened by his terrifying appearance that he only thought about how to leave.
"Uncle, can you...can I help you with anything?" Zhang Yu asked in a trembling voice.
"I want you to call my son and tell him that his father is dying. He hopes he'll come back to see me before he dies."
"But I don't have your son's phone number."
The security guard took out a cell phone from his pocket and handed it to Zhang Yu: "My son's number is in it, but I can't see it clearly. Can you help me?"
Zhang Yu looked at the old phone that was already cracked in half, hesitated for a moment, reached out to take the phone, pretended to dial a few numbers, and then put it to his ear.
After a moment, he put down his phone and said to the security guard, "Uncle, your son's phone is turned off. Why don't you call him next time?"
"It's getting late now. How about I go back first and come see you tomorrow?"
The security guard took the phone, looked down at the phone in his hand, and said nothing.
Seeing that he remained silent, Zhang Yu was about to quietly get up and leave, but the dry hand pressed her back: "You haven't sent the call yet, right?"
“I may be old, but I’m not stupid.”
As he said that, he put the phone back into Zhang Yu's hand.
Zhang Yu was about to collapse.
Holding the phone, it is difficult to call or not to call.
"Child, why are you crying? I'm a very good man, very optimistic. Sooner or later, everyone will die when they get old. But most people don't fear death, but only some unfulfilled wishes."
As the security guard spoke, he reached out and wiped the tears from the corners of Zhang Yu's eyes.
Zhang Yu clenched the phone in his hand, a layer of cold sweat broke out on his face, and his expression became more and more nervous.
What he was thinking about now was not whether to make the call or not, but he wanted to hit the security guard on the head with his mobile phone, and then run upstairs as fast as possible.
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