don't open your eyes [unlimited]

Zhuang Dieti took out the baseball bat, in fact, he had more comprehensive considerations.

Compared with other props, the chainsaw is undoubtedly more labor-saving to use. It has the most outstanding deterrent and attack effects. It is a very suitable equipment for home travel and manual coaxing children.

But at the same time, the chainsaw also has one of the most obvious shortcomings: volume.

Even Zhuang Die, the user himself, will feel a little headache from the crazy noise mode of "turn on the switch and the world has nothing to do with me", let alone the innocent neighbors who don't know the inside story.

In the real world, Zhuang Die never used a chainsaw casually in his rented apartment.

"When I have time, I still have to try to break through myself..."

In the previous mission, Zhuang Die has successfully overcome the inherent cognition that the chainsaw must be plugged in, and he no longer has to drag the impressively long power strip around.

In the next step of evolution, he decided to work hard in the direction of silence, trying to develop a quiet enough usage mode for the chainsaw.

"The rules I know so far: keep quiet after twelve o'clock, and try not to make too much noise at ordinary times, and no debris can be piled up in the corridor."

Zhuang Die did what he said, and began to clean up the room neatly while looking for the hotel's hidden overlord clause: "The first clause is probably not within the scope of the complaint."

Since it was a reminder that was notified directly at the time of check-in, it may mean that if it is violated, it will directly pack up and leave, or it will be in danger that the hotel will not be responsible for.

"The probability of the latter is higher." Zhuang Die pondered, "Some of the guests in this hotel are probably beyond the control of the hotel itself."

Like the ex-roommate he flushed down the toilet.

If Zhuang Die had directly chosen to open the door and come in, he would have given his feet and slippers to him enthusiastically by now.

In this process, even if there is a suitable anesthesia and pain relief channel, and it is clear that it is just a dream, under the intense stimulation of fear, a normal ordinary adult will probably scream loudly and receive fifty complaints at the same time.

Zhuang Die carefully recalled his feelings at that time. He didn't have the feeling of being "covered" or "forcibly locked his throat", indicating that the other party probably didn't have the concept of controlling the prey and not yelling.

Combining the information given by the administrator, Zhuang Die suspected that his former roommate, whom he had never met, didn't even know how to keep quiet.

"The administrator should know that there is a new tenant in this room, but based on what he said outside the door, it probably wasn't a kind reminder to me."

Zhuang Die slowly turned the recording pen in his hand. He didn't think that even the simplest information exchange could not be done inside the hotel.

The administrator knew that there was a new tenant, but he didn't say a word outside the door. Instead, he just asked if there was anything that needed assistance, and reminded the old tenant of the number of complaints he had received.

Zhuang Die circled around the room a few more times.

The amount of activity in his dream today has probably reached the upper limit. Although the blood bar has not been lost on the surface, the real feeling of "too tired to move" has been fed back to the surface consciousness.

Zhuang Die simply sat back on the bed, swayed his legs loosely, and tapped the edge of the bed lightly with his fingers: "Connect all the known information, and the conclusion is very clear."

"This hotel itself has no strength, and it will crack if it doesn't consider leaving. The only rule it can use is 'fifty complaints'."

"In some rooms of the hotel, some guys that they couldn't handle themselves were forcibly moved in."

"From the point of view of the hotel, the only way to drive these guests out is to collect fifty complaints."

"In order to collect complaints, the hotel needs to rely on new tenants to induce old tenants to violate the rules, or to give old tenants 'legs'—maybe these guys will leave when they have legs. .”

Zhuang Die lightly bit the lollipop in his mouth and turned off the recorder.

The search work was not going well, he fell back on the bed, and was about to take a rest for a while, but suddenly something stuck hard on his back.

Zhuang Die stepped on the slippers and jumped out of the bed, and lifted the quilt completely, and found a copy of "Intel Residents Need to Know" underneath which he couldn't find anywhere.

Like so many innocuous apartment notices, the paper was encased in a plastic book cover that can be bought for a few cents on the roadside.

The part that hit Zhuang Die just now is mostly the triangular hard spine clip of the plastic book cover.

Zhuang Die frowned, and reached out to pick up the plastic clip: "Is there something under here?"

Compared with the bottom of the bed, the cracks in the floor and the corners of the drawers, he did not pay much attention to the parts on the bed, but it was not that he did not search at all.

Zhuang Die clearly remembered that when he gave up finding the captain and decided to search for the hidden rules instead, he had already lifted the quilts of the two beds and checked, but found nothing of value.

He took out the fluffy paper from the book cover, weighed it twice, temporarily put aside his doubts, and carefully read the contents on it.

【Information for Hotel Residents (Page [-])】

[[-]. Please keep as quiet as possible. 】

[[-]. Only the room corresponding to your room card and the public area (washroom, stairs, corridor, etc.) belong to you.Do not enter other rooms without permission. 】

[11. The use of public washrooms is prohibited between 30:[-] and [-]:[-], and it is prohibited to pile up sundries in the corridors. 】

[[-]. Please use the furniture in the room reasonably, do not move it at will, and avoid damage caused by self-disassembly. 】

【[-]. If you are not staying alone, please be friendly with your roommates and avoid disputes as much as possible. 】

[[-]. Please don't stick it on the wall and listen to the sound of the next room. 】

[[-]. The floor is made of wood, and there may be a small amount of gaps. Please don't get close to it. Look at the room downstairs. 】

……

Zhuang Die flipped back again, and found that only this page was stuck in the plastic book cover.The following is either hidden somewhere else, or what conditions need to be met to trigger it to appear.

While reading the need-to-know, Zhuang Die deliberately counted them.

So far, he has actually violated more than half of the above rules, but because the former roommate did not complain, the administrator did not pursue it.

"The time requirements in the public washroom are stricter than those in the apartment I live in. Are there any residents with a very regular schedule in the hotel?"

Zhuang Die sat cross-legged on the carpet, tapped the piece of paper: "And the last two..."

Zhuang Die has never been a particularly curious person.

He can stay at home for three months without worrying about the world, or he can immerse himself in playing games for several days and nights, but he is definitely not the kind who would move a small bench, lie by the window, eat watermelon and watch neighbors fight for two hours type.

When inspecting the room, he had already discovered the gap between the wooden floors, and found that the thickness of the wall hardly provided any sound insulation effect-but even so, Zhuang Die did not have any undue associations.

Instead, after seeing this need to know, after reading the two rules specially listed...

Zhuang Die raised his hand and rubbed his hair vigorously: "Not good."

Counted.

If he was forced to listen to the voices next door and see the situation downstairs, Zhuang Die might not follow suit.

He would probably memorize the contents of this piece of paper, then throw it in the drawer, put on an apron to boil water, and make noodles for himself.

But now writing like this, Zhuang Die suddenly found that his belated rebellion suddenly had a tendency to show up.

This idea quickly took root as soon as it came out, even though Zhuang Die immediately put the paper back into the book cover, pretended not to see it, put it back on the desk, got up and boiled hot water with the small electric kettle he brought, he still stubbornly persisted. Can't take hold.

Zhuang Die stared at the electric kettle, stood silently for ten seconds, finally moved over lightly, and sat down by the wall calmly.

……

It was quiet next door, and there was no sound.

Zhuang Die didn't know what he was expecting. It was the first time he did this kind of thing, he was nervous for a long time, and sighed in disinterest.

The small portable electric kettle had already boiled a pot of water, and the notification sound beeped.

Zhuang Die put on his apron and walked to the desk.

The hotel is similar to his rented apartment in many places. Zhuang Die has adapted to this kind of life very well. He opened a box of instant noodles, tore off the seasoning packets and put them in, and picked out the dehydrated vegetables and threw them aside.

He poured the boiled water into it, watched the curling heat, and tapped the table lightly with his fingers.

Time passed quickly, and before I knew it, it was already dark outside the window.Standing in the monotonous room with the lights on, Zhuang Die even faintly had the illusion that he was actually in reality.

"The hunger is also very real... Is this dream special, or with the development of the situation, the distance between dream and reality is getting closer?"

Zhuang Di opened his chair and sat down, looking at his watch.

It was already late when he came to the hotel, and after that, Zhuang Die had spent a few hours here safely.

The time displayed on the dial was eleven fifty at night.

If Zhuang Die's guess is correct, "Please keep quiet after twelve o'clock" is a very important reminder, which is likely to determine the follow-up direction of all the things encountered next.

While counting the time, Zhuang Die watched the instant noodles soak and opened the lid.

At the same time, a notification popped up in the background that only he could see.

[The special apron for the God of Cookery in the night market (1/1) has completed the food: instant noodles with good color, fragrance and taste]

[Energy consumption point: 1 point]

[Random Skill: Wiretapping]

[Remarks: This skill belongs to a god who squats in a corner, he can always find the most suitable corner for fun.In his short 28 years of life, he never failed to join in the fun seven times in 220 times. 】

Zhuang Die: "..."

"Why can this kind of thing be a god?"

Zhuang Die looked at the backstage, he was even a little undecided for a while, whether he should eat the instant noodles or not.

"220 and seven times." Zhuang Die couldn't help but calculate, "This is every day since birth to join in the fun, doesn't it even fall on February 29th of seven leap years..."

Before the words fell, there was a very loud and harsh noise from the next door.

It was as if someone was wrestling fiercely. During the constant bumping, more and more things were knocked out of place, mixed with a lot of inaudible angry quarrels.

Zhuang Die immediately picked up the bucket of instant noodles.

Holding a small plastic fork, he sent hot noodles to his mouth. As if he was guided by some kind of strange, he naturally walked to a certain corner and squatted down.

The voice that reached his ears became clear in an instant.

This feeling is very strange - as if Zhuang Die's bucket of instant noodles is already sitting in the middle of two people who are arguing.

Zhuang Die could clearly hear every word they said even if they didn't stick it on the wall.

The content of the quarrel is nothing new, it is nothing more than a disagreement on a certain matter, a different opinion on a certain approach.

It's so easy to get into an argument over this situation, it's hard to judge whether it makes sense or not.Because in many cases, people actually need the sense of security brought by quarrels, and this sense of security is precisely what silence cannot give.

Zhuang Di rolled up the noodles with a fork and put them in his mouth.

He was not much interested in the content of the quarrel, but another discovery that caught his attention.

Although the two people who were arguing and scuffling obviously had very different personalities, one was aggressive and refused to budge, the other was on the verge of collapse and out of control, and could only explain in a low voice intermittently, but Zhuang Die still noticed one thing.

After completely excluding the differences in mood, personality, volume, and pitch... the timbres of these two people are actually the same.