Pet King

The Elfins were all surprised to see Zhang Zian find the key from the door.

In the face of the elves 'questions, he pretended to smile mysteriously and said nothing. He would not say that it was a key-hiding habit of Europeans and Americans that he had seen in western movies.

He inserted the key into the lock and twisted it gently. The lock was a little rough after not being used for a long time, so he put more strength into it and finally twisted it. The lock retracted with a click, and with a push of his hand, the door opened.

Before he could see the situation inside, the dust on the door frame sprayed down, making him cough and take a few steps back with the Elfins.

When the dust at the door settled, Zhang Zian turned on the flashlight and shone it into the room, looking at the furnishings.

The air in the room was very turbid, the floor was thick with dust, and the corners were covered with cobwebs. However, the spider was only a shriveled empty shell. After all, the doors and windows were tightly sealed, and even flies and mosquitoes couldn't fly in. The spider could only sit and eat.

The tables, chairs, simple sofas, and other daily necessities were all neatly arranged, and they were even covered with a layer of white cloth to prevent dust from falling. This proved that the owner had intended to come back when he left, but perhaps due to the deterioration of the economic situation or other reasons, the owner never came back.

Fortunately, the village was located in a primitive forest. Otherwise, even if the owner was away for a few days, the glass would be broken by naughty children or bored teenagers, or they would think that it was a haunted house. Then, they would urinate and defecate in the house or draw graffiti everywhere. They might even burn the house down ...

There was a candle stand on the table in the room. Zhang Zian walked into the room and lit the candle with a lighter. The warm candlelight expelled the darkness.

He pulled down the White cloth covering the furniture, and dust filled the room. He held his breath and quickly opened all the windows for ventilation.

As it was closer to the sea, it was not as windless as the depths of the forest. The wind quickly blew away the floating dust.

The elves slowly entered the room and looked around curiously.

Zhang Zian went to the other rooms and opened all the doors and windows.

The house included a master bedroom and a secondary bedroom, each with a bed, a storage room, and a bathroom. He found a bucket and a rope in the storage room, which he could use to get water later.

There were also hammers, chisels, hand saws, and other tools in the storage room. He clamped the hand saw under his armpit and prepared to use it to saw branches to start a fire.

The life of the owner of this house was really boring. There was no internet and no television. The only entertainment equipment he could find was an old radio, which had been out of use for a long time.

There was a simple hand-made shower system in the bathroom. Hot water was poured into the tall water tank, and the hot water was sprayed out of the shower head by gravity.

The mirror in the bathroom cabinet was also covered with a thick layer of dust, and she couldn't see her handsome self in the mirror. He found a piece of cloth and tousled it twice, at least he could see the figure.

When he was cleaning the mirror, he felt the mirror shake a little.

Including the bathroom cabinet, all the furniture in the room was handmade by the owner. Although it was not very good-looking, it was strong and practical. It was still as good as new after many years of storage. There was no reason for it to go wrong on the bathroom cabinet.

He was stunned for a moment and suddenly remembered that in Europe and the United States, the bathroom mirror could be pulled open. There was a small compartment behind the mirror, and the Europeans and Americans would put some common drugs in the compartment. In TV and movies, there were often such scenes where the male or female lead looked at the mirror for a while, then pulled the mirror open to take out the mental medicine to eat ... But most of the bathroom cabinets in China did not have such a compartment.

So he tried to look from the side and found a pair of hinges on one side. He lifted it from the other side.

The hinge was a little rusty, and it didn't open after pulling a few times. He took out a Switzerland army knife and pried it open successfully. There was a interlayer, and as he expected, there were some bottles and cans of medicine in the interlayer.

He unscrewed a random medicine bottle. The pills in the bottle were still dry after so many years. They had definitely expired, but he didn't know how much of the effect was left.

The traffic here was extremely blocked. The beekeepers and Wrangler lived in the forest for a long time and had little contact with the outside world. They had to find their own ways to solve their daily headaches and fevers. With their meager income, they might not be able to afford the sky-high medical expenses in the United States therefore, the variety of medicine in the mezzanine was more abundant than what was usually available at home. There were even unopened one-time use syringes.

The medicine bottles were all in English, and there were even some crazy Latin words. He compared them to the translation software on his mobile phone and reluctantly chose some medicine that might be useful. He didn't dare to take the oral Medicine that had been kept for so many years. Eating it was probably the same as drinking arsenic with a smile. The external medicine could be used together with some other medicine. He put it into his first aid kit along with the syringe, just in case.

With the consumption of supplies, his backpack was much lighter, so he didn't mind adding a little more weight.

As for the other things in the house ... He looked through them roughly and found nothing useful or valuable. However, he found a frame on the bed in the bedroom, which confirmed his guess that the owner was a Native American.

He simply cleaned up the dust in the bedroom and living room. Although he was only staying for one night, he couldn't be too indulgent. Then he began to boil water to prepare dinner and lit the fireplace.

The elves were all gathered by the fireplace, warming themselves up and knocking on the plates, waiting for the meal. He was the only one busy.

Dinner was the same as lunch. The elves had roasted beaver meat, while he had a combination of rice, wild vegetables, and canned food. The kitchen was full of pots and pans, but the problem was that his cooking skills were too advanced. Even with kitchenware, he couldn't cook well.

The Wolf Pack did not stay idle at night. They went hunting by themselves and only came back after filling their stomachs. They slept outside the house, and one could hear them chasing and playing outside the house.

It was rare to have a shower, and since he entered the forest, he hadn't taken a shower for many days, so he simply boiled a few more buckets of hot water and took a random shower. After washing his hair that was as sticky as a bird's nest, he suddenly felt refreshed and felt much lighter. The dirty water from the shower almost blocked the sewer.

That night, perhaps because he was used to sleeping in a tent, or perhaps because he was not used to sleeping in a stranger's bed, Zhang Zian was a little excited. He did not fall asleep until the second half of the night. He even dreamed that the owner of the house, an India had suddenly returned, pointing a dark double-barrel shotgun at his head, trying to extort him for a huge sum of money for the accommodation fee ...

That's why you're so conflicted even when you're dreaming.

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[PS: at my request, I wish the Italy readers and sand sculpture group members a Happy Birthday in Coldland Gucheng.]