After witnessing the tragedy of 604, I immediately memorized all the rules.

I swear, I've never been this serious when memorizing ancient poems as a child!

And when distributing supplies, I was much more careful.

The items had to be hidden under the table, signed for, and taken away.

I remember the description of meat in the rules: "Abnormal residents can restore normalcy by eating it, but normal residents are better off not consuming it!"

In this building, there are definitely still many normal residents, and of course, I wanted to directly take out the meat from inside and count it.

But I found that whenever I wanted to open someone else's supplies and take out the meat inside, the eyes on the ring would appear.

They continued to stare at me fiercely.

In this situation, I could only give up because no one knows what would happen if I continued this behavior.

"Was 604 abnormal based on what I saw last night?"

"Did they violate the rules?"

I had some guesses in my mind.

Just then, a middle-aged man with a stubble came out of the elevator.

He walked up to me, glanced at me, and then spoke:

"Hey, hand me the supplies!"

Hearing this, I quickly took action. After all, these past two days of distributing supplies have conditioned me to react instinctively.

Soon, the stubbled man took the things and left.

And at this time, it was almost 12 o'clock. I carefully looked at the registration form.

There have already been 19 households receiving supplies, but 604, which I disinfected yesterday, did not appear today.

I mentioned the 5 households who haven't come to pick up their things in the group.