Lu Zhao slept until three o'clock in the afternoon.

I really don’t know if the movie is so good or if Meng Qitong deliberately punished herself. Anyway, what is certain is that the aunt watched it all night in the living room yesterday.

Even though he had been sleeping for more than ten hours, Lu Zhao still felt weak and seemed to have not had enough rest.

"It seems that you should be careful when speaking and doing things in the future, otherwise it will not be much better if the girl gets angry. Poqi, do you understand?" Lu Zhao yawned, looked at the ring that was placed on the table without any reaction, and guessed that Meng Qitong should be resting now.

He smiled bitterly and shrugged, after changing the cat's water and began to walk into the kitchen to prepare some food.

At this moment, the phone suddenly rang. The phone was called by Gu Yunsheng. Lu Zhao took a look and realized that while he was asleep, Gu Yunsheng sent him more than a dozen messages.

After connecting, before Lu Zhao had time to apologize, Gu Yunsheng's anxious voice suddenly came from the microphone: "Brother Lu, something really happened... I feel that all my cognition has been subverted. Is there really a phenomenon in this world that cannot be explained by science?!"

"Yunsheng, I don't understand what you mean." Lu Zhao comforted the other party: "Don't be anxious first, just say it slowly."

"I don't know who leaked the news: the female corpse that happened last night was not the corpse that the school originally purchased for dissection, but a senior sister who signed a body donation agreement to the school and later died due to an accident! Now, the person in charge of the management of the corpse warehouse and the teacher in our anatomy class have been asked by the school to question."

"What?" Lu Zhao was not calm when he heard Gu Yunsheng say this. From this point of view, the situation behind the incident was even more complicated than what he thought at the beginning.

At school, Gu Yunsheng quickly left the classroom with his cell phone. He told Lu Zhao that the current situation was unspeakable on the phone. The school was now in chaos. He had just finished class and was about to visit Senior Brother Lin Yiyun.

The two made an appointment to meet at the door of Mary's Hospital. Lu Zhao hurriedly washed up, changed his clothes, put on the ring and left home.

As soon as he opened the door, Lu Zhao smelled the stench coming from the corridor. He frowned and covered his nose. The source of the smell was at the door of 04.

Several green-headed flies flew around four or five bags of domestic garbage, and the yellow soup in the bag flowed along the ground to the center of the corridor. In addition, seven or eight empty wine bottles and cans were placed crookedly beside the wall. In the hot summer, some of the food and peels in the bag had already rotted and moldy, emitting a fermented sour smell.

Living in 04 households is a middle-aged man weighing nearly 200 kilograms and having a disheveled face.

It has been ten days since Lu Zhao moved here, and he only met him once by chance. It was when he was throwing garbage. Uncle Zhong said that this person had been moving to Wangsen Building for four or five years. He never left home for many years and had no job, so he lived by receiving relief funds.

On the other side, the door of 03 households was also opened. From inside, a middle-aged man wearing a white polo shirt with a slightly raised belly.

"x, what's the smell? It smells so smelly, it's like a garbage dump." The man couldn't help but swear while wearing a belt.

"It's the fat pig next door littering again. I have complained to the security guard downstairs for many times, but it's useless." A beautiful woman with a hot figure walked out from behind the man.

"It's so frightening that even your house has this smell." The man cursed at the 04th household: "Is there any kind of public morality? Be careful that no one will collect the body when you die at home one day!"

"Oh, after all, the rent here is low, so you can bear it."

The woman handed a black briefcase to the man, tidied up the collar for the other party, and gently pointed her fingertips like white onion on his chest: "Brother Sheng, go slowly!"

"I'll come and take care of your business again next day."

The man patted the woman's buttocks, looked at her delicate red lips, and was about to go up and kiss her, but suddenly he saw Lu Zhao standing by the corridor. He immediately smiled and coughed twice, covering his lower half of his face like a thief, leaving without looking back.

"Hait, go out?"

The woman did not avoid it, but instead leaned lazily against the door, took out a cigarette from her pocket and put it in her mouth. She smiled and said hello to Lu Zhao. Under her loose and cheap silk nightgown, a pair of white thighs appeared faintly.

"Come to my house when you have time." The woman walked up to Lu Zhao, spit out a smoke ring at him, and joked: "Of course, the premise is that you don't have a girlfriend or a wife."

"I, I have something to do." Lu Zhao blushed and did not dare to glance around. He lowered his head and accelerated his pace toward the stairs.

"Good boy, you're so shy." Behind him, the woman from the 03 household chuckled and dusted the ashes, turned around and walked into the room.

After a moment, she held a cigarette in her mouth and raised a black plastic bag from the room. She threw the bag into the garbage dump next to the next wall. The woman squinted her eyes and smiled and showed her white teeth, as if she was talking to herself: "I wish you could be as well-behaved as him."

After saying that, she closed the door and turned back into the house.

In the garbage dump in the corner of the wall, the black plastic bag was cut by a can, and a pool of dirty blood slowly oozed out.

After coming out of the elevator, Lu Zhao happened to meet Uncle Zhong.

"Xiao Lu, what's wrong with you? Your face is so red?"

Uncle Zhong stepped forward with concern and looked into Lu Zhao's forehead: "The epidemic has been severe recently, and if you have a fever, it will be a big problem."

"You misunderstood. I'm not sick, just..."

Seeing Lu Zhao stammering when he was talking, and a strong smell of perfume and smoke could be vaguely smelled on his body, Uncle Zhong immediately showed a clear expression: "Is that Feng Jie from 03 who teased you? She is like that, don't worry."

The Fengjie mentioned by Uncle Zhong is actually Lou Feng.

"Actually, their business is just a bite of youthful food. If there is no difficulty and skill, who would think of doing this? I still remember that ten years ago, there was such a tenant in the building, which seemed to be Yuqin. She is old, has no customers, can't find a job, and is poor, and can't afford to pay the rent. One day, she couldn't think of it and climbed onto the rooftop and jumped off the building to commit suicide. Alas..."

Uncle Zhong was still talking about the past, but Lu Zhao didn't want to listen to him talking nonsense.

He quickly changed the topic and said to Uncle Zhong: "I have something to do and I have to go out. By the way, the uncle of the 04th household threw the garbage outside again. The weather is hot now, and the smell in the corridor is so smelly. Flies and mosquitoes are flying everywhere. Can you please deal with it? By the way, are there any relevant properties in our building responsible?"

The reason why Lu Zhao asked this was actually testing the other party.

The longer he lived, the more mysteries the building itself had, the more he had expected.

Although the corridor was cleaned regularly, he had never encountered other property staff so far. From beginning to end, Uncle Zhong seemed to be the only one in the managers of the entire Wangsen Building.

This alone is unreasonable.

The only person who had contact with Uncle Zhong was the agent Mr. Ma. When he signed the contract, Lu Zhao only knew that the landlord of 06 households was Du Changshan. Judging from the name, he should be a man.

He had asked Mr. Ma about the landlord of his house, and even asked if the other party could give him Du Changshan's contact information.

But the agent was vague and told Lu Zhao that the tenant should not contact the landlord privately, which did not comply with the rental regulations. If he wanted to inquire about the news, he could find Uncle Zhong.

Lu Zhao knew that the other party was intentionally hiding it, so he tried to search the Internet for information and address of Aijia rental agency.

But soon he found that the web page had been cancelled. As for this agent, he has not appeared again since he signed a contract with Gu Yunsheng last time.

Whenever he asked Uncle Zhong, an old slip-on, about the information of the residents in front of the building, the other party always talked about Tai Chi and threw the problem to the agency.

At this point, Lu Zhao finally understood that Uncle Zhong and Agent Ma were playing against each other. Neither of them was willing to reveal too many secrets about the building, as if they had made an appointment.
Chapter completed!