Chapter 14 Yihongyuan Hotel (13)

Yuan Qingli opened the door and squeezed in. She found that the air quality in the utility room was different from that in the corridor. It had a clean warehouse smell. It was hard to describe, but it was not unpleasant.

Yuan Qingli looked around and found what she wanted. She put on her equipment and took the tools with her like a warrior on an expedition. She pushed the cleaning truck with all the tools in her left hand and held a broom in her right hand. She strode from the elevator entrance to "gallop" Come".

It's a pity that there is no BGM from the big boss at this time.

Before taking action, Yuan Qingli practiced first. After all, if he wanted to do it, he had to do the whole set.

Wherever she went, she swept the floor very conscientiously, not daring to let go of any dust.

Sweep, suck, mop, spray. Done in one go.

Some ghosts who were unaware and hiding looked at each other with black question marks on their faces.

"What is she doing?"

"Neuropathy?"

"When did a cleaner come to our Yihongyuan?"

"She works so seriously. Look at her bent waist, her strength in mopping the floor, and her spirit of not being afraid of being tired, dirty, or suffering. It's so touching!"

As her cleaning work approached, the black hat ghost also froze in place.

He watched in horror as the woman who was shivering just now was wearing a mask and a cleaning cap, holding up the vacuum cleaner like a devil and smiling at him.

"Working makes people happy, I love working~"

"Do you want to clean it? The cleaning rules, except for shoes, follow the three-guarantee principle. Once you agree, no matter how dirty it is, you will be clean."

The black hat ghost kept hinting to himself in his heart to stay calm! But the black mist still couldn't stop shaking.

You cannot resist forcefully at this time. Ghosts are able to bend and stretch. They keep the green hills and are not afraid of running out of firewood.

Looking at the black hat ghost with fearful eyes, Yuan Qingli once again put down the stone in her heart. She was right again.

When she saw the black hat ghost appear before, she found that he always avoided the air conditioning vents on the ceiling, intentionally or unintentionally.

I think the source of this guy's power is his black mist. If he can get rid of the black mist, most of the problems will be solved.

How to clean up the invisible black fog?

The simplest is a vacuum cleaner.

When Mu Yingshan saw Yuan Qingli appear, he quickly walked up to her. Whether intentionally or not, his tall figure blocked the mouth of the vacuum cleaner. The wind blew his long hair, as soft and bright as black satin, and his fairy spirit floated. With the wind.

Yuan Qingli just wanted to give him a kick.

She looked up and saw that the black hat ghost had disappeared, and even the smelly dust was a little weaker.

She frowned slightly and placed the vacuum cleaner on the floor.

Yuan Qingli re-read the game instructions and knew that in addition to her thoughts, she also needed to touch the props in order for them to return to her system backpack.

Yuan Qingli raised her head and held Mu Yingshan's wrist with her free hand: "Thank you for delaying time for me. Now you can go back to your backpack. Wait until I call you next time."

Mu Yingshan disappeared before he could even say anything.

Yuan Qingli stood there, thinking about a big question.

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In the end, the beautiful virtues of socialism prevailed in Yuan Qingli's mind, and she planned to finish the temporary worker's cleaning work to the end.

"She is really, I cried to death, so hardworking."

"Suddenly I feel that the air in the corridor is much more comfortable."

"I won't scare her today, I will scare her tomorrow."

The little ghosts, old ghosts and half-ghosts dispersed one after another.

Sweeping to the other side of the corridor, Yuan Qingli leaned up tiredly. It was not easy in any walk of life.

Just when the work was about to end, Yuan Qingli stopped her hard-working little hands.

After opening the blanket on the ground and clearing away the stolen goods, a "忄" pattern appeared in front of my eyes. The faded dark red writing was quite clear in the light of the corridor.

Beside the heart?

Is someone writing on the floor or a painting?