Kuaiwen: Trust me! The boss is very gentle

The next day, Junque was completing his duties as a cleaner.

No one died last night, which made the remaining three happy. But they felt that things were not that simple, so they approached Junque.

"Do you need help?"

"No need." Junque replied without a moment's hesitation. He took a broom and concentrated on sweeping the dead leaves into a pile.

Wang Daniu lost an arm, which was removed by the chef. No one knew the specific reason.

"Junque, I think we need to unite. This copy is not that simple." Wang Daniu raised his one arm and wanted to pat Junque's shoulder, but he sidestepped and dodged.

But he didn't care and continued: "Look, each of us has a system layout, you know? And players can see other people's layouts."

"Well, thank you for reminding me." Junque, who was sweeping the floor, paused and then said, "So what do you want to know?"

Wang Daniu smiled and said: "The system page says that unless the opponent's level is one level higher than the user's or uses special props, then you cannot peek into his information."

Junque's brows furrowed. He stopped completely and turned his head to look at Wang Daniu.

"Hehe, yes, I can't peek into the administrator's name and identity, let alone race and class."

"...Ha," Junque twitched the corner of his mouth, turned his head and continued sweeping the floor, he said, "I have my own judgment on this matter. Anyway, thank you for the news."

"Hehehe, okay, it's not a big deal." Wang Daniu laughed naively, then waved to him, "Players should help each other, bye bye!"

"Ah."

Turning around, Wang Daniu had a mocking smile on his face.

He couldn't help but think of the eerie smile she showed when she calmly turned her head when he tried to find out the administrator's identity yesterday.

A shiver ran through my body, and I remembered the sight of blood and flesh flying everywhere when the chef tore off his arm with excitement on his face.

Hahaha, I wish you good luck.

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Night, Yanjiang day room.

"You don't look good, did you haven't eaten?" Yan Jiangzhou leaned on the wheelchair, his eyes looked at Junque who walked in with tender eyes, "I told you, the food in the canteen doesn't look delicious, but It’s still very nutritious, it…”

But before Yan Jiangzhou could finish speaking, Junque walked up to her in a few steps. His eyes were fixed on the helpless and slightly worried Yan Jiang Zhou, but that careless look made Junque feel inexplicably angry.

"Who...are you?" But when he really wanted to talk to her, his tone couldn't help but soften. Junque asked a little defeatedly, "Are you a player?"

Looking at the man squatting in front of her, who couldn't help but kneel down on her knees, Yan Jiangzhou smiled and said, "Why am I not the one? Didn't you personally learn about it from my mouth? "

"But, but I can't see your level, your information, I don't know you at all."

"Fool, why do you want to know me? We met by chance, and you just helped me push a wheelchair."

"……me……"

As if being asked, Junque was stunned for a while, raising his head and looking at Yan Jiang Zhou's exquisite face with confusion.

He asked blankly: "What about you? Why are you so nice to me?"

Yan Jiang Zhou frowned and smiled, his pale face seemed to be colored by the smile. She said: "Actually, this is just an ordinary concern."

"But..." She frowned and reached out to touch Junque's face. At this moment, her cold hand seemed to illuminate the lost road.

"If you think what I do is good for you, don't ask why, it must be because you deserve it."