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"Can't you?" Haruki Jushan's excited voice went down.

The system laughed unceremoniously, and Haruki Jushan showed an extremely hurt expression amidst the system's cynicism.

"You don't even want to turn me into a tiger." He said bitterly.

Atsushi Nakajima struggled for a while between why he was a tiger and how to become a tiger. Finally, when he was about to speak, his stomach made a long sound.

He is hungry.

Under the watchful eyes of this delicate young man who looked like a god, the long sound from his stomach raised the shame in his heart to the highest level. Finally, after the sound fell, Atsushi Nakajima closed his eyes as if he was dead, and bowed his head like an ostrich. Rooted himself into the ground.

People are like iron, and food is like steel. If you don't eat a meal, you will be hungry.Hearing the sound, it must have been several meals.

Thinking about it, if he was full, he wouldn't come to look for things in other people's gardens in the middle of the night.

It's hard to reason with a hungry person, so Haruki Yoshiyama stood up from the stool silently, and lifted Atsushi Nakajima's arm with one hand to drag him out of the ostrich nest.

"Let's eat first."

Wearing this tattered pajamas is not a problem. Based on the simple spirit of respecting the old and loving the young, Jushan Haruki felt that he could not scare the only elderly person in this mansion, so he changed his clothes and probably The bruises on the tofu cubes were covered before going out.

He originally thought that when he opened the door, what he saw should be the bright and brilliant standard configuration of the local tyrant after turning on all the lights, but what he didn't expect was that after he opened the door, what he saw was only a few rays of sunlight coming in, which was quite impressive. Living room with a spot of light on the rug.

Haruki Juyama:? ? ?

It's too early so the butler isn't up yet?

Who is the ghost house-like layout of this house scaring? In the large living room of a few hundred square meters, there are only a few windows on the second floor and the first floor. In the early morning, not even a single sunlight can come in.

In order to create a very high-end atmosphere for the room - they actually think that a house for living needs to create this kind of atmosphere. Some gilt carvings of unknown significance and some expensive objects covered with glass cases.

It looks like an exhibition hall to show off their wealth, and I don't know if there are some suspicious deviations in their understanding of advanced.

If it weren't for Jushan Haruki's conviction that this is a residence for living, he might have thought at a glance that this place is some kind of museum display floor.

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Since no one turned on the lights, he was the one to do it himself, and he had enough food and clothing by himself, so he didn't know that the designer made the living room so dark to trip someone to death.

According to the little memory left from yesterday, he turned on the light under the living room.

The whole living room seemed to be alive, shining brightly when the lights were turned on, and all the dusty decorations in the dark gave off their due brilliance under the bright lights.

Atsushi Nakajima, who was finally mentally prepared to follow up behind him, let out the same ignorant exclamation as Haruki Yayama yesterday.

Amid Atsushi Nakajima's exclamation, Haruki Juyama looked at the living room, which was much empty compared to yesterday, and the butler at the door of the living room who looked like he was about to leave with a big bag, his right eyelid twitched suspiciously few times.

If he remembered correctly, at least half of the glass-covered things underneath had been removed, and many things hanging on the wall were also taken down last night.

Although the room looks resplendent and resplendent now, it is already full of cards barely supported by the gilded sculptures that cannot be taken away and the crystal lamps hanging on it.

There was also the butler standing at the door. His heavy suitcase, which looked difficult to carry, was definitely not packed with daily necessities and clothes if he guessed correctly.If you think about what is missing in the living room on the first floor, it is self-evident that there is something in it.

Haruki Jushan only felt that his right eyelid twitched even more.

"Good morning." He finally laid down on the railing on the second floor and sent his first greeting in the morning to the housekeeper who was about to run away.

"Any food?" Then he said.

Whatever happened, he seemed a little hungry too.

The butler, who was about to carry his luggage and run away, never expected that the cheap young master who never woke up at this hour a few days ago would wake up so early today, and caught him right in time.

Although he is already ready to run away, it has nothing to do with him if what happens again, and the people standing on the second floor now say that he does not have to take any responsibility in principle, but it is still somewhat embarrassing to be caught in the face of.

The embarrassment was the moment the light was turned on, and his hand had just picked up the last crystal ornament that had been placed under the glass cover.

If I had known earlier, he shouldn't have tried to pretend to be another one before he finally left. It would be fine if he just walked away, otherwise he would not have been caught at the last moment.

Facing the look in the eyes of this cheap young master who was just found not long ago, he began to quickly search for an excuse to fool him in his mind.

Then he heard Haruki Yayama say: "Is there any food?"

The butler's brain froze for a moment.

"No," he replied embarrassingly while holding the crystal carving, "the cook ran away yesterday."

"Is there any food in the refrigerator?" It's fine if there is food. Although his cooking skills are not very good, at least he can't cook special dishes of extraterrestrial systems like the chefs in the canteen of the college.

"No." The housekeeper became even more embarrassed, "I ran away a few days before the purchase."

"Where's the rice?" Jushan Haruki asked incredulously.

"Neither." The housekeeper seemed to want to kill himself who didn't hurry up a few minutes ago but took the last shot.

"No one," he added.

Everyone ran away. In fact, if Jushan Haruki got up a few minutes late and left too, he might be the only one left in this mansion.

Haruki Jushan twitched the corners of his mouth.

No wonder he was the only one who woke up from the big commotion last night. From the tiger rummaging around in the backyard to him dragging the 100-pound Atsushi Nakajima upstairs, no one woke up. People are all running away...

"The supervisor ran away with most of the company's working capital last night," the housekeeper said sincerely, facing the unimaginable look of the young master on the second floor, "We haven't even paid this month's salary."

Jushan Haruki's eyelids twitched even more, what a supervisor with bushy eyebrows and big eyes, you ran so fast in the warehouse yesterday.

"After messing with Mafia at the port, many people in the family have been running around, and finally even the cook left yesterday." The housekeeper carefully glanced at Haruki Jushan who was standing on the second floor, and found that he had nothing to look at. After looking like an angry expression, he added, "You should leave early, too."

As if to prove this sentence, he quickly added: "This house seems to be haunted."

"Everyone left last night, and the sound of footsteps and heavy objects being dragged came from the living room."

Haruki Juyama: "?"

He looked back at Atsushi Nakajima, the culprit who caused the house to be haunted, and then at the sincere looking butler downstairs, not knowing where to start.

"Where's my uncle?" Can this family get well and just let everyone run away like this?

He remembered that this cheap uncle inherited the company, and the supervisor took away all the money.

"Earlier than the supervisor." The butler replied very straightforwardly.

"What about the company?" The two managements ran away with money, can this company still be good?

Sure enough, the butler replied, "Closed."

"All the companies in the family failed to manage well and closed down. The boss eats, drinks, prostitutes, and gambles. He owes 3.5 million yuan and ran away with his sister-in-law."

"You don't need to have too much psychological burden on this," the housekeeper advised, "You are the one they randomly found to take the blame."

"It is said that it is an orphan who has been lost outside for more than ten years. In fact, it is not certain whether you were there or not."

After all, everyone thought that the head of the company caused the trouble, so they randomly picked an unlucky ghost to take the blame. In fact, it is obvious to all whether the original owner had children. One can imagine where this orphan came from.

It is estimated that the unlucky ghost who was randomly recruited by the absurd principal in a hurry, everyone should run as soon as the negotiation was over yesterday, without hesitation at all.

"Now that you are at the front, everyone is running away, so you should also run earlier."

"And this house," the housekeeper said earnestly, seeming to feel pity for Jushan Haruki who suddenly lost his status as a wealthy family. "This house was used to pay off foreign debts, and someone will come to take it back in a few days."

"You should also get something earlier," he said while putting the crystal carvings in his hand into the suitcase, and then fished out a string of pearl necklaces from the side, persuading him earnestly, "although everyone has put the The search is almost done, but I can still find some valuable things."

The system issued the first burst of laughter today.

The orphan of the wealthy family, the little waste, has embarked on a path that he never imagined. Now neither the rich family nor the orphan, there is only one waste left.

Take the bamboo shoots.

Jushan Haruki, a wicked person, didn't think that there could be a more wicked existence than him in the world. His cheap uncle didn't even leave him anything, but left him with a debt.

[Don't be discouraged,] The system is careless in comforting, [You have seen the port Mafia for a few days, maybe people will come up to make trouble, and you will be able to find the next meal ticket smoothly. 】

[I don't mean to gloat at all. 】It supplements.

Jushan Haruki now understands why his right eyelid twitched: [You obviously have been laughing and never stopped. 】

[How did you speak?] The system's tone is extremely serious, [Our system has received professional training and generally does not laugh. 】

The housekeeper downstairs seemed to have already scooped up all the things he wanted to bring, and was working very hard to move out the boxes that were built higher than others one by one. His old back revealed the joy of infinitely leaving this sea of ​​suffering. Feelings.

[Don't be discouraged, don't be discouraged,] the system added fuel to the fire, and began to happily pour chicken soup for the rare and deflated Haruki Jushan. The pain you endure will turn into light in the end, illuminating your path. 】

【so what? 】Ju Shanqingshu looked at the housekeeper who was struggling to leave with a few large boxes of gold, silver and jewelry at the door, and thought about the extravagant life he had only lived for one day, and felt his heart was cold.

[So do you believe in light? ] The system finally revealed its ugly face and began to laugh wildly.