In the last days, people spend crazy money to buy equipment.

The green plants growing on the balcony were all withered, and a thin layer of frost covered the soil.

Zhuo Chang was the first to raise her hand in favor of eating hot pot. She almost vomited after eating the canned food she collected. At this moment, she wanted to treat her stomach to bright green vegetables wrapped in hot red oil.

Since Mu Yan couldn't eat spicy food, Qi Heng decided to make mandarin duck pot. There was only one big pot in Shen Musen's house.

Qi Heng stood in the living room holding the iron pot and said with a helpless smile: "Why don't you make the taste lighter and Mu Yan will just give in?"

Mu Yan looked sad, but among the four of them, he was the only one who didn't like spicy food, so he could only give in and give in.

Just when he was about to accept it, Zhuo Chang came to the side, looked at the same pot, and complained: "What's so difficult about this? Just bring it to my room and weld a piece of iron in the middle."

The three of them followed Zhuo Chang. Mu Yan ran forward and opened the door next door as if he was seeing a savior.

The living room that comes into view is almost divided into two worlds. One side is a science fiction world spliced ​​together with wires of various colors. The white walls are covered with papers and painted analysis charts. The rectangular table is filled with five or six computers. The generator buzzed, and the code on the computer kept updating records.

There is a Stitch pillow nestled on the gaming chair, and the double sofa next to it is covered with a thick duvet.

Mu Yan walked over and picked up Stitch, patted the dust on the gaming chair and pushed it to Shen Musen, and said diligently: "Boss, come here, sit here."

The other side is filled with various dolls, and the pink curtains serve as a dividing line to separate the technological style.

The style of the apartment in 13-2 is similar to Shen Musen's. When the curtains are lifted, it is the style of a girl's room, with a pink four-piece suit and a pink princess bed.

Qi Heng always felt embarrassed to enter a girl's room, so when he entered, he consciously stayed in Mu Yan's territory, playing with the weird things on the table.

Shen Senmu looked at everything in this pink room and wondered why Zhuo Chang moved the bed out of the room.

When he saw Zhuo Chang opening the door to the room, Shen Musen felt the smell of engine oil coming across the room.

When Zhuo Chang turned on the light and saw what was inside through the light, Feng Mu couldn't help being surprised. It was like a small machinery recycling factory.

There was almost everything inside, including car engines, electric welding, steel plates, iron bars, and several scrapped pistols on the dirt-covered table.

The wooden box at the end contained several BB machines. Shen Musen walked over and picked them up to play with.

"Can this still work?" She knocked, but there was no response.

"It hasn't been repaired yet. It's probably due to water damage."

Zhuo Chang put on the artificial leather waistband and car wash sleeves she got from somewhere. While putting on the gloves, she glanced at the things in Shen Musen's hands and replied.

Shen Musen handed the pot to Zhuo Chang, and saw her put it aside casually, took out a vise from a pile of messy tools, walked towards a piece of iron sheet half a meter long and wide, cut out a piece and marked it, and then used sandpaper to sharpen the rough edges. , it will melt in the middle of the iron pot when appropriate.

The whole movement is clean and neat, especially when welding, the orangutan fire points are emitted to illuminate the iron mask Zhuo Chang is wearing, like fireworks blooming in the dark, beautiful and handsome.

Shen Musen didn't stand there for long. When he went out for some air, he saw Mu Yan teaching Qi Heng how to see. He divided the zombie's brainwaves into each group of data and prepared to integrate them into a chip, and then implant the chip into a communication device as a communication device. detector.

Seeing that the two of them were talking seriously, Shen Musen didn't seem to notice her, so he simply planned to walk around the building again to see if there was anything he could use.

The corridor was in a mess, garbage could be seen everywhere, the damaged walls were stained with dried blood, and the bodies had been disposed of and thrown out.

Shen Musen wandered from the second floor to the ninth floor, and as expected, everything was very clean. Everything he could eat was taken away. Useful clothes were clean and brand-new, and no more or less usable clothes were left behind.

She walked along the stairs to the tenth floor. The residential door on the tenth floor was pried open wide, like a giant beast opening its mouth to seduce its prey: "Come on, come in quickly."

Shen Musen stood at the door and looked around. It was empty, except for garbage, just garbage.

Until she stood in front of a luxuriously decorated house. The entrance was covered with a thick plush carpet and a painting lay quietly on the ground, with a big footprint imprinted on the back.

Shen Musen originally wanted to go straight to the next house, but the decoration of this house looked so luxurious that she couldn't move.

Better go and have a look.

Shen Musen thought this in his mind, and the next second he was about to pick up the painting on the carpet.

The moment the tip of her finger with the ring touched the picture frame, an electronic female voice suddenly sounded in her ears.

"Van Gogh's "Sunflowers" high-end imitation painting, worth two thousand points. Do you want to exchange it?"

Shen Musen was startled by the sudden sound. He quickly put aside the painting and stood up to look around cautiously. Then he looked surprised at the contents of the painting on the ground.

In the painting, sunflowers are blooming enthusiastically, and the bright oil paint yearns for infinite vitality.

She bit her lip lightly, recalling the electronic sound just now, and clicked the volume? exchange?

The doubts in Shen Musen's eyes slowly cleared, and she remembered that there was a system bound to her body.

Sure enough, when she mentally summoned the game store, a prompt box was suspended above the items, and the content above was exactly what the female voice said just now.

She picked up the painting again and selected "Confirm". At the same time, the painting emitted a hazy light and disappeared before her eyes. Instead, the number '2000' was added to the dotted frame on the mall.

As if Shen Musen had discovered some kind of continent, she touched the paintings hanging on the wall one by one. As the selected objects disappeared, the number of her scrolls increased more or less.

After the painting was replaced, Shen Musen wanted to try the expensive-looking mahogany table in the living room, but the system did not respond.

Shen Musen guessed that the game mall should have fixed rules for exchange, so she quickly went through everything that could be touched in the room.

Finally, she concluded that only rare works or luxury jewelry can trigger the rules. After agreeing, they will be converted into corresponding points according to their own value. If they refuse, they will remain as they are.

This is simply a golden finger from heaven! Another way to make money!

But after the surprise, Shen Musen quickly calmed down, and she became increasingly wary of telling this secret to anyone.

Mu Yan mentioned that after changing the account password, the mall system can change owners.

She stared at the price tags on the supplies, her delicate little face full of contemplation. She had to get a lot of points and crystals to buy the things above.

Just as she was about to go back and collect valuables from the ground floor again, there was a slight noise next door.

Shen Musen immediately took out a pistol and held it in his hand. He put his ear close to the load-bearing wall decorated with wall coverings and closed his mind.

The sound next door was louder and quieter, and if you listened closely, it seemed a bit like the sound of a needle scraping across glass, sharp and harsh.

Shen Musen was sure that there was something inside.

When she stood at the door of 10-3, the balcony window in the living room was wide open, and the snow-white silk window screen was blown by the wind like catkins fluttering in the air, soft and white.

She walked lightly and walked slowly against the wall. The bedroom and toilet doors were open, and there were obvious signs of rummaging.

What kind of thing could escape the searches of Mu Yan, Zhuo Chang and Qi Heng at the same time?

When Shen Musen approached the master bedroom, the sound became clearer and clearer. The decorative clothes inside made it obvious that the head of the household had a baby.

Sharp sounds kept coming from under the bed, as if someone was approaching. Things under the bed moved uneasily, and the flat mattress kept bulging.

Shen Musen clenched the gun in his hand and pointed it at the bottom of the bed. He squatted down and pinched the hanging corner of the bed sheet with his right hand, then slowly lifted it up.