Monster Apartment

I'm still asleep?!

Gu Bai Huoran got up, lifted the quilt, raised a lot of small hair, and looked around.

Nothing has changed, nothing unusual.

Gu Bai was confused with Doraemon's pajamas for a long time. He looked down at his mobile phone, which already had a signal.

Gu Bai was relieved, turned over, looked down at the slippers, thought about it, or barefoot stepped on the carpet, cat waist quietly close to the door, put on the doorknob.

Gu Bai regrets that he forgot to ask Zhai Liangjun for a property phone call yesterday.

What if the burglar is still in today?

Gu Bai stood at the door barefooted, hesitating with his hands on the door.

But in the end, Gu Bai took a deep breath, slowly twisted the doorknob, quietly opened a seam.

The light in the living room came in, bright and beautiful.

There was no unusual movement.

Gu Bai carefully pulled the door open, leaned out to have a look around, drilled out of the not so spacious gap, and walked through the living room with light hands.

The living room is the same as it was yesterday, without any sign of turning. Even the tissue paper that was thrown on the tea table before going to bed yesterday didn't move.

Gu Bai was still worried. He went into the kitchen, took out a fruit knife, and made two gestures. Looking at the cold light of the blade, he felt that it was a bit inappropriate. He gently put the knife back, picked up the mop and padded his feet on the second floor.

His movements were so light that even the sound of material rubbing seemed a little loud at this time.

Gu Bai carefully leaned out half his head from the stairwell and scanned the whole second floor with his eyes.

no one.

His paintings were not destroyed.

Gu Bai's eyes carefully scanned his two rows of paintings, and finally saw two empty clips at the end of the first row.

Gu Bai suddenly alert, carrying a mop Deng Deng Deng upstairs, from the two clips below, and then found a small group of charred ashes on the floor.

Gu Bai looked at the painting next to him and recalled the things that were originally hanging here. He couldn't help thinking deeply.

The thief came in and burned the tissue paper signed by Mr. Zhai?

Is this a new career in the entertainment industry?

Gu Bai is incredible.

Now Gu Bai's most valuable paintings are these. The paintings are still well placed here, and nothing happened. Gu Bai sighed for a long time. He put a mop on the ground, swept the ashes clean, and then went downstairs with a mop. After washing, he changed his clothes, and was ready to go out to find the property to adjust the monitoring.

It's not appropriate to call the police in this community, but it's not that there is no other way.

It's one thing that he doesn't suffer from financial damage. The property owners in the residential area have to bear the responsibility of burglary.

... although he is not the owner.

But in terms of the price of this community, the property is not as low-end as it is indifferent to the complaints of tenants.

As soon as Gu Bai came to the door, he heard the familiar sound of "bang Dang", which was very similar to the sound of Ms. Huang beating Mr. Zhai violently yesterday.

Gu bailing was at the entrance, thinking that this kind of drama was everyday.

There was so much noise outside that he hesitated to go out now.

Why don't you go back to the house and have breakfast?

Gu Bai thought so. He turned his toes to the kitchen, and then turned back.

Mr. Zhai is a good man. It's pitiful to be beaten all the time.

Gu Bai opened the crack of the door, and the noise outside became obvious and clear.

"Zhai Liangjun, you are promising! How dare you hang dusts on people's doors to prevent me? " Ms. Huang copied the same mop in Gu Bai's room and chased Mr. Zhai scurrying around the corridor on the sixth floor.

However, looking at the war situation, Mr. Zhai's quick reaction was not hit.

Under the apartment, a group of people Gu Bai had never seen had come out of the room, whistling, swearing, crying that he was going to be late, and rushing to the elevator with toast, full of the lively atmosphere of life.

Ms. Huang is more angry: "you stop for me!"

"It's just a baby! What are you doing in the middle of the night? " Mr. Zhai and Ms. Huang confront through a skylight.

Mr. Zhai said that he didn't think it was enough. He said to Ms. Huang, "you have the ability to attack at night. You have the ability to attack me!"

"For you, right?" Huang Yining was so angry that he raised his eyebrows. The mop in his hand was like a javelin. He threw it at the opposite Mr. Zhai. "If you come, you come!"

Mr. Zhai gave a "Crouching trough" and kept away from the flying mop. He turned his head to look at the three-point mop and the door number. Then he gave a desperate "Crouching trough" again.

"Where are you throwing it?" Mr. Zhai collapsed.

Ms. Huang also raised her head to look at the door number, and her arrogance shriveled at the speed visible to the naked eye.

"What are you doing now?" Wearing high-heeled shoes, she rushed to Mr. Zhai's side, pulled out a mop in one hand and a man in the other. Then she ran back to her room with the man and the mop at an astonishing speed and closed the door with a bang.

And the noisy apartment upstairs and downstairs is also quiet, and then all the back home, each class, all pretend nothing happened.

Gu Bai who witnessed the whole process

Is the real setting of Huang and Huang turned out to be a woman warrior?!

What's the matter with this building?

Gu Bai looks at the hole on the door of the house opposite him marked with room 663, and feels that people in the entertainment circle are really ugly.

Gu Bai waited until the onlookers were scattered, and the whole building was completely calm, then he slowly changed his shoes and went out.

Just as Gu Bai closed the door, the neighbor who suffered from the same disaster also slowly opened the door.

Gu Bai turned his head and looked over there. The man who came out was wearing a serious white shirt and silver gray suit pants. He was wearing a pair of polished black shoes and was slightly frowning and pulling a tie.

This man is very handsome. He is full of masculinity in the traditional sense. He has no cream feeling. He has a sharp outline, eagle eyes, sword eyebrows, full sky and a standard business hairstyle for men.

The whole person from top to bottom, from inside to outside, is full of the breath of a successful person.

In short, it's the smell of money.

He closed the door and happened to see the hole in the door. The wrinkles between his eyebrows tightened up in an instant.

He turned his head to look at Gu Bai, his eyes were like a blade with cold light, which made his skin ache.

The man was very unhappy.

Gu Bai shrunk his neck, counseled for a second, and said in a very low voice: "no, it's not me."

As soon as his voice fell, the door of room 665 next door suddenly opened a crack, and the next moment it was closed.

Gu Bai didn't dare to turn his head to look at it, but the man standing straight opposite him rushed over and passed him. He stopped at the door of 665. He raised his foot and kicked the door with a bang.

Gu Bai looked at the successful man who pushed the door open and rushed in, and then looked at the discarded door lock next door.

A part rolled to his feet and hit the tip of his foot.

Gu Bai shivered back.

Anti theft door!

This is a security door!

How can you kick it off with one kick!!

Gu Bai is about to crack.

What is this apartment like! What! Back! Yes!

Gu Bai had a dream.

In his dream, he floated in the sky, under which was a quiet night, in addition to the street lamp, a dark Jiuzhou mountain and sea garden.

Around the quiet, occasionally can see the community outside the passing vehicles, lights flash by, the sound can not be transmitted to the community.

The night sky is clear. In the polluted city of S, you can see a bright star river crossing the night sky as soon as you look up. The silver light of the moon gently shrouds the city under the night, and the city that never sleeps can be seen in the distance. It is still brilliant at night, just like the lights of the day.

This apartment District, like the only quiet in a fire, is especially peaceful and peaceful in the moonlight.

Gu Bai floats foolishly on the high ground, looks around, and looks down at his bare feet.

He was still wearing Doraemon's short sleeve pajamas.

He heard a clear dragon chant.

Gu Bai followed the sound and saw that a group of light that illuminated the night was circling in the sky, as if touring the territory, walking around the huge city for several times.

The light group was full of righteousness and killing, hanging in the sky, moving slowly and quickly, and finally ran to Gu Bai's direction at a fast speed.

Gu Bai gradually saw what was wrapped by the light.

Its head and tail are like dragons, horse body, Lin feet, tiger and leopard in shape, and its body is covered with scales like gold and jade. When it walks, it seems to have the power of an army, which is formidable.

Gu Bai looked at it coming from a high place and falling slowly. It seemed that he turned his head and looked at him. Then he stayed quietly on the top of the unit building where he lived, and raised his head to utter a clear and long dragon song.

Gu Bai wakes up.

He turned off the alarm clock, yawned, turned over and looked out of the window for a while.

Last night, Gu Bai seemed to dream of something. As he changed his clothes, he recalled it, but the dream seemed to be covered with a layer of fog, and only the two dragon chants remained in his memory.

After washing, he fried an egg and a few slices of bacon, took a few slices of toast from the refrigerator, made two sandwiches casually, perfused his breakfast, and then climbed up to the second floor.

The four design drafts were packed up, but they were left on the second floor because of Si Yiming's sudden visit yesterday.

Gu Bai is going to take them today and ask the teachers and senior brothers for their opinions.

He picked up the four scrolls and looked up to see the only scroll hanging on the wire rope on the second floor.

In the ink painting with strong form and meaning, the roaring dragon head is showing its power to the people outside the painting.

Gu Bai tilted his head slightly, and the Dragon chant in his dream remained in his ear.

He felt that the dream he could not remember last night was mostly influenced by this painting.

The spiritual sensitivity of literary practitioners is always much higher than that of other practitioners.

They can always grasp some details from a small and ordinary thing that others can't see, and extend it. Finally, they start with this object and complete a work to express their thoughts and feelings.

The so-called design and creation is also the embodiment of this kind of thought.

It is very common for Gu Bai to dream of the things in a painting because he saw an excellent painting.

Gu Bai carefully took the picture in his arms, took another look at the ink painting, dragged his slippers downstairs, stuffed his new laptop into his backpack and went out of the door.

When we go out, it's the peak time for us to go out to work.

Gu Bai just closed the door, turned to see the same out of Si Yiming.

Today, there are no two people, Zhai Liangjun and Huang Yining. Although the upstairs and downstairs are equally busy, they are still in a proper range.