This courtyard is somewhat similar in structure to a traditional Beijing courtyard house.
A small bungalow with two bedrooms, one living room, and three rooms on the north side.
There are two small tile-roofed houses on the east and west sides.
There are also differences.
There is a toilet on the south side.
Compared to the original owner's two-bedroom apartment, this one actually has a living room.
The area is not small.
Moreover, it was completely filled with furniture.
A sofa covered with a white lace handkerchief.
A television set covered with a white lace scarf.
A radio covered with a white lace scarf.
A refrigerator covered with a square towel of white lace.
Tilting my head, I could see the washing machine covered with a white lace scarf through the hazy moonlight outside the window.
It's a whole lace kingdom!
Although the moonlight wasn't very bright, Su Ruobai leaned closer to take a look.
These white laces are quite white.
I imagine Wu Ruchuan's biological mother must have been a clean and efficient person.
Oh, what a pity.
Her space is ruined.
If only I could enter her space.
She accepted all these good things.
This can be considered a reward to calm my nerves.
Having gathered sufficient evidence, including the furniture and appliances in the house that exceeded the Wu family's wages, the police station chief, full of confidence, was ready to close the net.
I am grateful to my sister-in-law for sparing my life.
...
I distinguished the breathing sounds in the two rooms.
There are two people in the room to the east.
There is a person in the room on the west side.
Su Ruobai tried gently pushing open the door to the west room.
Surprisingly, it wasn't locked.
The furnishings inside were simple.
A kang (heated brick bed), a cabinet, a table, and a chair.
There is a three-legged solid wood clothes rack by the door.
Clothes were hanging there.
The window is open.
The curtains swayed gently in the summer breeze.
The pattern of blue coconut trees appears from time to time.
Su Ruobai looked at the curtain.
I was internally complaining.
This is the same across the whole country!
It's a pity my personal space is ruined, otherwise I would have taken everything with me.
Let these people who are rich but heartless, who commit crimes and evil deeds, end up with nothing.
Looking at Wu Ruchuan, who was lying on his side on the kang (a heated brick bed) and sleeping soundly.
Then think about the girls he harmed.
Su Ruobai felt nauseous.
How is this person any different from those inhuman bastards in the apocalypse?
He took a few steps forward.
First, he struck Wu Ruchuan on the back of the neck with a palm.
He didn't even utter a sound.
My whole body went limp.
He lay face down on the bed.
Thinking of his evil deeds.
Su Ruobai was at his lumbar spine.
With a sudden burst of force, his fingers dug into his flesh.
Then he picked up a piece of bone.
Then I pressed it back down.
Wu Ruchuan suddenly looked up, letting out a sob.
His face turned bright red.
Then it turned deathly pale.
Finally, he collapsed onto the bed in despair.
There was no sound.
Su Ruobai went to the east room again.
The door wasn't locked either.
They probably thought that since this was a commune family compound, safety wasn't a concern.
Furthermore, there are two strong laborers in the family.
Petty thieves usually wouldn't dare to come here.
So they only locked the main gate and the house door.
...
After Su Ruobai went in, he knocked the two of them unconscious.
She felt it wasn't enough.
You can't just come all the way here and beat someone up to vent your anger.
What about compensation for her emotional distress?
They pried open the writing desk of Wu's parents.
By the moonlight, I rummaged through the drawers.
A small stack of 100-yuan notes, I counted them, there were over 600, I'll take them with me.
A small portion of the receipts were contained in an iron mooncake box.
Take it away, take it away.
No wonder she's always wiping her son's bottom.
They're really rich.
She was disgusted and hurt by that man today, and she needs compensation.
Money and receipts are the best form of compensation.
She doesn't mind that it's common!
You don't need to store it; just put it in your handbag.
I continued flipping through the pages, and apart from some notebooks and papers, there didn't seem to be anything of value.
That doesn't make sense. When this family settled things for his son, they gave him both money and receipts.
It shouldn't be this little bit of money.
Could it be some kind of basement or maze?
After a moment's thought...
Su Ruobai wanted to retrieve the seeds from her spatial storage.
The result, of course, was no.
sigh.
At this moment, Su Ruobai remained calm and composed.
I was internally screaming with frustration!
He kept going on and on!
Her space!
Her incredible magic weapon!
Su Jiaqi, I'm not done with you yet!
Nobody knows whether this Su Jiaqi is the Su Jiaqi from 1974 or the Su Jiaqi from the apocalypse!
have no choice.
Su Ruobai only channeled his supernatural abilities into the foxtail grass in the yard.
Controlling the supernatural power, it travels towards its root.
This allows its roots to grow rapidly and become strong.
Then he directed the grassroots to work underground in Wu Ruchuan's house.
Bumping and touching everything.
It even extended a part of its consciousness along these grass roots.
Poke, poke, poke... Oh dear, this isn't it, this should be a vegetable garden.
The organic fertilizer has a strong smell.
This isn't it either; this should be the kitchen. The inorganic fertilizer smells pretty good here.
Continue heading north.
There's nothing here.
There are a lot of pebbles.
It's giving me a headache.
Continuing north, there was still nothing there; the ground was all concrete.
We should have already entered the room.
There's nothing there, that shouldn't be.
She just wouldn't believe it.
Some families have TVs that cost four or five hundred, but they only have this little bit of money.
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