"Mr. Qi, that's the direction of the storage room." The assistant kindly reminded Mr. Qi, aren't they going to take Miss Shen to rest?
Qi Lao looked back at him and said, "Yeah, I know."
Mr. Qi had arrived and stopped in front of the door next to a storage room.
"Wait a minute, I'll go find the key." The assistant was a little stunned, but he quickly reacted and turned to go to the office to get the key.
Almost all locks in the building are electronic, but some corners have ordinary iron locks, and no one usually comes to such places.
"Hey, don't..." Zhong Yi originally wanted to call the assistant, but after thinking about it, he decided not to.
Shen Qing took a glance, took out the small black clip on his head, picked up the iron lock with his left hand, put the clip in with his right hand, and soon heard a crisp sound: click.
Zhong Yi gave two thumbs up, "Beautiful sister, you are still as good as ever!"
"Yeah." Shen Qing raised an eyebrow, opened the door and walked in.
It was large but messy inside, with all sorts of spare parts and several metal plates as tall as a person. In the corner there was a small gray bed and a small round table.
"Sister, you're not going to sleep here, are you?" Zhong Yi took two steps and stepped on several unknown metal objects.
"Well, your sister has this weird temper." Old Qi couldn't understand how a girl could act like a rough man and stay here for three months without going out.
"Uh." Zhong Yi found an open space to stand. When he was in Jiang City, his grandfather was there, and Sister Qing was quite clean. At least she would not sleep directly on the iron lump.
Shen Qing kicked the pliers on the ground away and took out a box from under a piece of iron sheet. The box was divided into several compartments, and each compartment contained screws of different specifications.
"Old man Qi, give me five more of this size." Shen Qing picked out a screw.
"Okay." Old Qi carefully opened his hands and took it, fearing that it would fall.
If such a small thing fell into this room, you might have to search the whole house and still not find it.
Shen Qing sat down at the small round table beside the bed, found a piece of white paper and drawing tools, and began to draw the design of the purification machine.
Zhong Yi looked at his watch and it was already past one in the morning.
"Sister, let's do it tomorrow morning. Go to bed first."
Shen Qing lowered his head and pondered for two seconds before drawing two straight lines.
"I'm not sleepy." Chen Qing raised his head and looked at Zhong Yi, "You guys go to sleep first."
Qi Lao glanced at Shen Qing and pulled Zhong Yi's clothes, "Don't worry about her, let's go first."
"Well, you go to sleep first." Shen Qing spoke to Zhong Yi. After a second, he looked at Qi Lao again, "I have something to tell you."
Mr. Qi was stunned for a moment and signaled Zhong Yi to go out first.
"What's wrong?" As soon as the people left, the expression on Qi Lao's face became serious.
“This medicine is no longer effective. The condition is almost the same as before.” Shen Qing took out an empty bottle from his pocket and threw it directly into Qi Lao’s arms.
"Why so fast?" Old Qi picked up the bottle and stared at it for several seconds.
He glanced at Shen Qing suspiciously and asked, “You won’t take two pills, will you?”
"Yeah, I've eaten it once." Shen Qing took out a compass and drew two circles on the drawing.
Qi Lao's body suddenly stiffened, and he stretched out a finger to point at Shen Qing, "Didn't I tell you that there are side effects! Aren't you afraid of becoming a fool by eating it?"
Shen Qing was stunned for a moment, remembering the sudden leg muscle weakness when he got on the van before, his eyes darkened, "This side effect will not affect the brain."
Old Qi glared at her. This girl is going crazy!
"Alright, you can't take this medicine anymore. Your body is too resistant to it. All medicines are toxic. If you really get sick from it, where will I go to cry? I'm afraid your Zhongyi family will blow my building up."
Shen Qing looked up and glanced at him, then said nonchalantly, "Oh."
Mr. Qi was about to have a myocardial infarction. He stuffed the medicine bottle into his pocket and said, "I'm going back to sleep."
Shen Qing lowered his head to draw the picture without raising his head.
Old Qi sighed, walked to the door and stopped, "I have a question that I've been wanting to ask, but I don't know when..."
"Don't ask."
"...You and Zhong Yi are not related by blood, so why does he listen to you so much? Is there any secret?"
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