In the silence, the sound of wheels rolling could be heard from the corridor.
A cleaning worker was pushing her cart this way; the marble floor didn't pick up sound, and she was still some distance away.
Not wanting to arouse suspicion, Shi Jinzhe and Shehe turned away from the door with the soapberry tree branch hanging on it and walked back as if nothing had happened.
The figure in the circular hole gradually moved away, and the spying, separated by a layer of wooden board, was silently withdrawn.
The face pressed against the control room door blinked rapidly, a sliver of white flashing through the pitch-black cat's eyes, then the pupils moved, gradually revealing the entire eye.
The gray-white ground reflected the cleaning staff in black uniforms. As they passed by, Shi Jinzhe suddenly called out to the auntie.
"Could you please get me another blanket?"
"Please wait a moment." The woman, around fifty years old, stopped pushing her cart, took out her phone from her waist, and called the support staff to tell them to...
What is your room number?
Shi Jinzhe didn't mention the room number, only saying, "Never mind, if it's too much trouble, there's no need to send it."
The auntie put down the phone, smiled and nodded: "If you need anything else, you can call the front desk and they will send someone to deliver it directly."
"Okay, I understand."
The two watched the cleaning lady leave. When they reached the corner, Sher pretended to twist his ankle and lose his balance. While relieving himself, he slowed down and peeked at her.
At the end of the corridor, the aunt opened the door to the operating room.
The bright incandescent light came on, and Shi Jinzhe could see that the room was piled high with clean bedding, almost forming a small mountain.
The cleaning lady stretched out her leg and scrambled her foot on the ground to gather the scattered sheets back in, then dumped all the sheets from the car onto the ground, creating a soft little pile of fabric once again.
It's not as tall as the one next to it, and I wonder how long it's been piled up without being washed before it accumulated into such a heap.
After emptying the dirty and worn-out bedding, she took a few steps inside, then turned around and closed the door.
Shi Jinzhe could no longer see, so he had to help Shehe walk back.
After feigning a limp and moving a few more steps, Shekh resumed normal movement.
A red light shone overhead, casting a thin layer of red on her exposed skin.
After walking a few meters, Sher glanced at the hand still wrapped around his shoulder and felt like a snake fruit being held in someone's grasp.
She didn't say anything, but she removed her hand first.
Shekh lifted his face, meeting Shi Jinzhe's eyes directly, and decided to ask what he had just been thinking:
"This hotel isn't very crowded, so do they really need to change all the sheets? There seem to be a lot of sheets; they're all over the room."
“Usually, each guest gets a fresh change, but many small hotels don’t do that to save costs,” Shi Jinzhe added, worried that she might find it dirty. “Higher-end hotels can generally guarantee hygiene, and we always bring our own supplies when we go out, so you don’t need to worry.”
Schech asked the most crucial question: "What about tonight?"
Aside from clothes, I can't bring anything from the real world. All that's left in the spatial ring are the food and water from the previous round.
Perhaps because these were all products of the system, there was no need to worry about disrupting the balance of this world. As for the other items in the ring, they were still cleared out.
After seeing the pile of dirty sheets on the floor, Sheikh didn't want to sleep on that bed.
No matter how clean it is, she still finds it unsatisfactory.
Shi Jinzhe was somewhat troubled; this was truly not something he could solve, as he couldn't conjure these things out of thin air.
After thinking it over, he went to the door of room 402 and knocked.
Meng Chengxi, still half-asleep, opened the door and invited the two in. "Did something happen?"
Neither Shi Jinzhe nor Shehe are the type to actively seek out people; their arrival now might be due to discovering some new clues.
Inside the room, the round-faced young man sat on the bed against the wall, while the blanket on the bed by the window was pulled back, and the pillow was slightly sunken.
Surprised, Meng Chengxi, in the charity instance, immediately explored Shaojia Village on his own as soon as he entered the instance.
He's a very proactive person, so why did he lie down and sleep as soon as he entered this instance?
Meng Chengxi glared at his eyes, trying to wake himself up.
He yawned and said, "I haven't been feeling well lately and I'm a bit sleep-deprived, but don't worry, it won't affect the game."
"If you're tired, get some rest." Shi Jinzhe said politely, then asked, "With your skill, if you restore something to its original state, can you turn it back into something completely new?"
"Looking at things, some are okay and some are not. Clues, like diaries or voice recorders, are definitely not allowed. The game doesn't allow cheating like that, but a piece of clothing or a piece of bread is okay."
"That's great. I have a favor to ask you."
Room 403.
Meng Chengxi was truly astonished by the pile of bed sheets and duvet covers torn into shreds.
While others were worrying about life and death, these two were still agonizing over hygiene issues.
Is this the difference between couples and singles?
Then we've probably found the reason he's single. In this situation, whether he's clean or not doesn't matter; he'll just feel that being single is the most convenient.
However, everyone has their own choices, and it's normal for them to want a better life if they have the ability to do so.
Meng Chengxi activated his skill, piecing together the shredded fabric before him, reconnecting the broken threads, and a brand new white sheet appeared on the bed.
Next came the bedspread and pillowcases. In less than a minute, the neat bedding was brand new, without a single wrinkle.
Meng Chengxi gestured with his chin toward another bed, "Is this bed no longer needed?"
Shi Jin tore off the bed sheet: "It's fine, I'll have to trouble you again."
Meng Chengxi's eyes were full of "You're really making a fuss over nothing. We lived together in Shaojia Village, what are you pretending for now?"
"Shi Jinzhe tilted his head" means: It's not what you think.
Sheh couldn't understand their subtle misunderstandings, but when he heard the door to room 402 open and close, he told Meng Chengxi that his roommate had come over.
The round-faced young man knocked on the door to inform the three that the restaurant was open and dinner was served.
Meng Chengxi: "I understand, I'll go right away." He introduced him to Shi Jinzhe and Shehe, "You can just call him Xiao Fang."
Xiao Fang gave a shy smile, not daring to look too far into the house.
The four people took the elevator downstairs, where people were already dining in the restaurant on the first floor.
Upon entering, the ceramic landscape painting on the wall immediately caught Shi Jinzhe's attention.
From the perspective of some young people in the new generation, these brightly colored ceramic landscape paintings are far less attractive than ink paintings on rice paper, and many people would not choose this type of mural when decorating.
However, most middle-aged people and business owners like it because good feng shui is hard to come by, so they hang a picture to change the feng shui.
The landscape painting at the Peace Hotel depicts a valley with clouds rising and the sun shining brightly. However, the mountain stream lacks a deep pool, which means there is no treasure basin. The waterfall's water flows all the way down, unable to collect wealth or accumulate money.
Shi Jinzhe suspected that the hotel designer might have some grudge against the hotel owner, otherwise why would all the items be designed to squander money?
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