There are several wooden noses on the left side of the door.
Move the bolt from the right side of the door to the left side, and it's locked.
This door can't be opened.
Turn the dial back to the right, and you can open the door.
So from the outside, the bolt is on the left.
He tried to poke at it a few times.
The result was that it didn't move at all.
Brother Biao saw that the slender figure was no longer moving.
He grew anxious and asked, "What's wrong?"
Magan replied in a low voice.
"It must have been blocked by a nail."
This is a very common anti-theft method.
Make a suitable hole on the nose of the left door.
Then, dig a hole at the corresponding position after the door bolt is fastened.
After securing the bolt, place a nail down.
This will prevent someone from prying open the door bolt through the crack.
Brother Biao didn't believe it: "What a coincidence! I'll give it a try."
As he spoke, he pulled a knife from his waist, pushed aside the skinny guy, and began trying to open the door himself.
As a result, the bolt was turned on the first try.
He turned around and slapped the skinny guy across the face.
"I told you to eat more, but you didn't believe me. Now you're panicking, aren't you? If you're not feeling well, just say so. Why are you making excuses? I won't laugh at you."
Then he continued to squat and open the door.
The skinny guy looked completely puzzled.
What's going on? There were nails blocking it just now, how come they're gone now?
Could it be that someone helped them?
The skinny guy chuckled self-deprecatingly and dismissed the answer from his mind.
It's obviously impossible!
Who's a kind soul who lets people into their home?
A few minutes later, a muffled "thud" was heard.
Brother Biao gently pushed the door open, and with a slight creak, the door opened.
The room is furnished and equipped with new and complete items.
They look like rich people!
However, these tables and chairs were not their target.
If you were to sell this thing again, it would only fetch the price of rotten wood.
It won't sell for much money.
Push open the door to the east room, the one most likely to be inhabited.
As it turned out, the door wasn't even locked.
With a gentle try, the door opened.
The group exchanged glances.
Their faces were filled with ecstatic joy.
With the dim light inside the house, one could barely make out the sewing machine and the bicycle.
That's at least two hundred yuan!
Then think about that energetic young wife.
Brother Biao no longer cared about brotherhood.
He ripped off his tattered shirt and was the first to collapse onto the kang (a heated brick bed).
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