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Chapter 6 The intermittent

and unpleasant sounds of the black octopus floated throughout the street.

"What kind of unpleasant sound is this?"

"Is it making my ears hurt?"

"It's too unpleasant!"

Squidward closed his eyes and swayed his body to the music.

It's wonderful, he's truly the greatest artist in the world.

"What's the sound?"

Zhongyuan Zhongya got out of the car. The unpleasant sound broke through the barrier, forced into his ears, and surrounded his whole head.

The subordinate whispered: "Sounds like a recorder?"

Recorder?

Who is so bold as to be a street entertainer near the Mafia building in the port?

Zhongyuan Zhong is also looking for the sound, trying to find the source of the sound.

One step, two steps.

Tracking all the way, he finally stopped in front of a strange house not far from the Mafia building in the port.

The house as a whole looks like a stone sculpture and is black in color.

But the wooden doors on the stone carvings and the circular windows on the left and right all told him that this was a habitable house.

"When did there be a house like this here?"

The subordinates looked at each other. They didn't find anything strange about this house appearing in the Mafia Building at the port, and they couldn't remember when it appeared.

A subordinate replied: "Mr. Zhongyuan, I didn't pay attention."

Didn't you pay attention?

A house of unknown origin appeared near the Port Mafia. Such a dangerous existence did not attract the attention of the members of the Port Mafia?

How can this be?

Chuuya sullenly knocked on the door.

Boom, boom, boom, the wooden door made a solid sound, three times in a row, some light and some heavy, interrupting Squidward's beautiful performance.

He thought of a terrible possibility and couldn't help but hold his head.

He couldn't help but squat down and huddle into a small ball, sweat breaking out on the octopus's face.

"It can't be, it can't be. Don't scare yourself, it won't be SpongeBob's. No Pineapple House, no SpongeBob! This is Squidward's brave new world." Squidward put down his recorder and stood at the

door In front of me, I regard death as home.

The door is opened.

The corners of Squidward's downturned mouth turned up, good, not Spongebob.

The nightmare ends here, and this is indeed his brave new world.

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