Survival game: My plug-ins can be superimposed

Soon, two strong men came and took away Liao Ming's body.

The unfortunate guy responsible for cleaning the blood stains was Wang Ling'er.

When Wang Ling'er first arrived, she looked confused, as if she didn't know what was going on.

After seeing Liao Ming's body, she was so frightened that she froze there.

It wasn't until two strong men moved Liao Ming's body away that Wang Ling'er seemed to finally find her breath.

At that time, Wang Dongliang only said that he wanted her to come down and clean up the dirt, but did not explain clearly what was going on.

She thought she was cleaning up the trash or something.

She never thought that she would actually have to clean up the blood stains all over the floor.

This...this is too scary.

But at this point, she could only work, and she had to make it as clean as possible.

Otherwise, when Wang Dongliang came down to check and found that it was not cleaned, she would be punished.

Wang Ling'er struggled to carry the bucket, put it aside, and first used a dry mop to absorb the blood that had not yet dried on the ground.

After getting closer, the thick bloody smell continued to penetrate into the nasal cavity. Wang Ling'er reluctantly held in his breath for a while, and finally couldn't help but ran to the side and retched.

But she held it back and didn't spit it out.

If she vomited all the lunch she had just eaten, Wang Dongliang would not give her extra food, and she would be hungry until the evening.

After a while, Wang Ling'er finally felt that she could breathe normally. Then she mustered up the courage to pick up the mop and mop the floor again.

She struggled to hold back the retching while struggling to clean up the blood on the ground. When she was really tired, she walked a little further to breathe normal air and rest for a while.

It wasn't until she cleaned up the blood on the ground and changed the water in the bucket three times that she finally dared to be lazy.

She straightened up, slapped her aching waist, and then asked Zhao Xun puzzledly: "Liao Ming was fine, why did he die here? What happened?"

The relationship between her and Liao Ming was not good, but she knew that Liao Ming had always been proud that his life was better than that of other members.

What Liao Ming likes to do most is to come up with some good things that others don't have from time to time to show off that his status is different from others.

When Liao Ming appeared in the basement, the first thing she thought of was that Liao Ming wanted to show off to Zhao Xun.

But how things developed into Liao Ming's death, she couldn't figure it out.

Liao Ming will definitely not commit suicide because he enjoys his current sense of superiority.

But Zhao Xun was locked in a cage and had no ability to kill Liao Ming, and he had no weapons.

Zhao Xun, who had been silent all this time, only responded with one sentence after hearing Wang Ling'er's inquiry: "Don't meddle in other people's business."

Wang Ling'er was stunned for a moment, but she wasn't angry at all.

But she didn't listen to Zhao Xun and asked again: "Did Liao Ming die in front of you? His body was so close to the cage..."

Zhao Xun raised his eyes and looked at Wang Ling'er. His eyes were calm and his tone was calm: "Wang Ling'er, don't meddle in other people's business. It won't do you any good."

"You are all members of the same performance troupe as me. Isn't it meddling if I care about you?" Wang Ling'er said angrily, "Someone died suddenly. I'm quite scared. I want to know what happened. So reassuring.”

"If you don't mind your own business, you won't be the one who dies." Zhao Xun smiled, "Just live your own life."

Wang Ling'er saw that Zhao Xun had no intention of revealing any information, so she had to give up.

She continued to clean up the remaining blood stains on the ground in silence. She didn't raise her head again until the blood stains on the ground were completely cleaned up.

She looked at Zhao Xun's face and clothes and couldn't help but ask: "Do you... do you want to wipe it?"

Although Zhao Xun's face had been simply wiped before, there was still a lot of sprayed blood stained on half of his face. After wiping, it was dizzy into a blur of blood.

His clothes were extremely dirty. After the blood dried, they turned dark brown, and the fabric became hard due to the coagulation of the blood.

It must be very uncomfortable to wear such clothes, right?

Zhao Xun thought for a while and said to Wang Ling'er: "I need a few sets of clothes that fit me, and I hope you can give them to me willingly, is that okay?"

Wang Ling'er was a little surprised by Zhao Xun's choice of words, but still nodded: "No problem, I can bring you all the changes of clothes in your room."

Zhao Xun emphasized: "Although they are my own clothes, you still have to actively and voluntarily give them to me."

"Oh, okay, I understand." Although she didn't know why Zhao Xun emphasized the words "voluntary", Wang Ling'er still agreed honestly.

She left with a bucket and mop.

The bucket was full of blood, and she carried it very carefully, fearing that if she didn't pay attention, the blood would splash on her body.

Before Wang Ling'er reached the corner, Zhao Xun suddenly sensed the dwarf marmoset's voice.

"The keys are not together."

Logically speaking, one cannot hear sounds through telekinesis, but Zhao Xun still seemed to hear the pygmy marmoset's voice, which was as thin and small as its body.

"How many did you find?" Zhao Xun immediately asked the dwarf marmoset in his heart.

The pygmy tamarin responded quickly: "Two handfuls."

Zhao Xun thought for a moment and then asked, "Have you found anything on Wang Dongliang's body?"

The pygmy marmoset said "Ah": "No."

"Give me the two keys you found first." Zhao Xun instructed, "Be careful to avoid being discovered by anyone."

The pygmy marmoset said "yes" obediently, and there was no movement behind it.

Zhao Xun waited quietly. After a while, he saw the petite dwarf marmoset holding two keys and running hard in the direction of Zhao Xun.

By the time it ran into the cage, the pygmy marmoset was panting from exhaustion.

But it still handed over the two keys to Zhao Xun immediately.

Zhao Xun stuffed the key into his pocket with one hand, stretched out a finger with the other hand, and gently rubbed the pygmy marmoset's head: "Great."

The pygmy marmoset raised its head slightly, looking proud.

"It's a bit troublesome to search Wang Dongliang. You wait until night, after he falls asleep, and then go through his clothes and pants." Zhao Xun suggested, "Before he goes to bed, he will definitely take off his clothes. Pay attention to whether he puts on his clothes." If I take something out and put it somewhere else, it could be the third key I need."

The pygmy marmoset nodded.

Zhao Xun asked again: "Are you sure that the two keys you gave me are for opening two of the locks?"

The pygmy tamarin babbling a few words in monkey language, Zhao Xun understood them all.

"Wang Dongliang has a box specifically for keys. There is a label above each key on the box, describing the function of each key."

"Are you still literate?" Zhao Xun looked surprised.

The dwarf marmoset pointed at himself, shook his head, then pointed at Zhao Xun, and nodded.

Zhao Xun understood: "You were originally illiterate, but there was telepathy between you and me. Through me, you became literate?"

The pygmy marmoset nodded.