This was the money saved by the previous "Karen", and his pocket money was quite substantial. Karen took them out and counted them, which equaled 6,000 rubles.
At present, the monthly salary of an ordinary worker was about 2,000 rubles, and the workers of a good factory can get a monthly salary of 2,500 rubles.
Paul and Ron had a monthly salary of 3,000 rubles. Today, Paul's salary was even increased to 4,000 rubles. After all, carrying dead people required a higher wage.
Therefore, these 6,000 rubles were almost equal to three months' salary of an ordinary worker. In fact, due to living expenses, an ordinary worker would struggle to save that much in half a year.
When he first woke up, he retrieved from his memory that the previous "Karen" had always planned to run away from home because he never liked it.
However, while 6,000 rubles was not a small amount of money, what could he do with it if he left home?
"'Karen', why did you drop out of school? You should have at least left me with a high school diploma."
But on second thought, at least he left himself with a "young Leonardo's" face.
It seems that he didn't have too much reason to complain about "Karen".
Now,
he inherited this decision,
"Running away from home?"
"Or staying at home?"
Karen's mind kept flashing with these two topics, but recalling the events of the day made Karen doubt whether it would be that easy to run away from home.
This was not as simple as a child taking some money and hopping on a train to leave home.
But, it involved a kind of mystery that somewhat exceeded his established worldview.
Moreover,
the mystery was in his home!
"Woof... woof..."
From the yard downstairs, two barks sounded.
He should have noticed earlier, but Karen didn't pay attention to it.
Putting the money back into the book, and placing the book back into the drawer, Karen stood up, opened the door of his room, and just saw Poll lying on the window sill in the corridor.
The black cat in the house was looking at the "exiled" golden retriever in the yard with a very "human-like" gesture.
As if to show off, I was in the house and you were outside.
Karen glanced at the lonely golden retriever in the yard. Even though the temperature was low at night, he felt that the dog would probably not freeze to death. However, the worst thing a pet, who was accustomed to being by its owner's side, couldn't endure was loneliness.
Aunt Mary and the others probably didn't notice the dog. Or they were too lazy to have it stay in the room at night. It would be better to keep it outside and let it sort itself out in the yard.
Karen walked from the third floor to the first-floor living room, opened the door, and the golden retriever immediately trotted over, rubbing its face against Karen's pajama pants.
Bending down and patting the dog's head, Karen planned to take it to the second-floor kitchen to find some food.
But just as he walked to the stairs,
Karen heard sobbing from a strange man below.
In the quiet night, this sound was incredibly clear.
Karen retreated two steps, glanced at the ramp leading to the basement, and tentatively walked two steps down. The sound became clearer. You could even imagine an old man sitting in the corner, sobbing pitifully.
But Karen immediately backed out and did not go any further.
"Only the characters in a horror film who die within the first three minutes would go down to the basement alone out of ridiculous curiosity."
Without screaming or calling for help, Karen went up to the second floor and entered the kitchen.
He poured a glass of milk into a bowl and heated it with hot water.
Then he picked up two slices of bread, bit one slice, and handed the other to the dog.
The dog sniffed the bread, pushed it away disdainfully, and didn't eat it.
It seemed that it had been fed already.
Karen picked up the bread from the floor and then went up to the third floor with the warm milk.
At his bedroom door, Karen hesitated for a moment and didn't go in. Instead, he turned around and went to Grandpa's bedroom door.
He reached out and knocked on the door.
"Knock, knock..."
There was no response from inside.
Just as Karen was about to knock again,
he found that the door was open, and Grandpa, wearing a black robe, was standing at the office door.
"What's the matter?"
"I brought you a cup of hot milk."
Karen handed the glass of warm milk to Dis.
Dis took the milk and sipped it.
"Goodnight, Grandpa."
"Goodnight."
Dis closed the office door.
Karen noticed that the light in the office was flickering, meaning that Grandpa didn't turn on the light, but instead... lit a candle.
Standing at the entrance of the study for about three minutes,
Karen turned around, didn't go back to his room, but went straight down the stairs from the third floor to the first floor once again.
When he stood at the entrance of the ramp leading to the basement again,
the sound of "crying" came again.
"Hehehe..."
Karen couldn't help but laugh,
then crossed his fingers and tiptoed, starting to warm up as if before a sports class,
"Alright, I'm coming to take a look at you now."