When dealing with strangers, I always look them in the eye for the first time.I have come into contact with all kinds of people in more than a dozen live broadcasts, some of them have clear eyes, like lakes on the plateau; Some have dull eyes, and their bodies are obviously hollowed out by the color of wine; Some have hidden viciousness in their eyes, like hungry vipers; Others have a deep gaze, like an endless sea.In many cases, the person's personality can be roughly judged by the other person's eyes.But this time, I wasn't sure.The man behind the door had a look in his eyes unlike anything I'd ever encountered before, his eyes were bloodshot and seemed to be desperately sleepless, but paradoxically, there was no trace of fatigue in his eyes, and there was an abnormal excitement hidden in the depths of his pupils.He was like a cultist who was holding a sacrifice, waiting for the demon to come."
Hello, does this woman live here?"
I took the woman's chin and leaned towards the iron door.The man behind the door didn't reply, his eyes throbbing violently in his sockets, his pupils dilating as the woman's face drew closer, and the blood vessels in his eyes seemed to burst their eyes.Noticing the man's anomaly, I held the drunken woman in front of me, stepped to the side, adjusted the angle, and used my judgment eyes to look through the crack in the door to the back room.Bags of garbage were piled up in the stinking dwellings, all in black plastic bags, some of which had openings underneath and oozing some dark yellow liquid.The room is small, and the walls are covered with all kinds of graffiti, most of which are about living people, limbs, and blood, all of which are marginal works of art that challenge the bottom line of human nature."
This man is a painter?"
The concrete floor of the house was messed up with paint, the furniture was piled up haphazardly, the tables, beds, and cabinets were crowded into the corners, and a large open space was vacated in the middle, except for a lone easel."
Sure enough, the people who live here are more or less mentally ill, which is different from normal people."
I retracted my gaze, but my mind was thinking, could this person be a show anchor?
Recalling the night I left Jianghu Cancer Research Hospital, when I met the anchor of the Jinghai City show, he was shrouded in a black robe, and his voice was hoarse, probably falsetto, and the other party should be a man just by looking at his body type.Thinking of this, I couldn't help but look at the man behind the door a few more times, trying to compare the height of the two, but unfortunately he didn't give me this opportunity, and kept hiding behind the door, only showing half of his face."
She's drunk, you're neighbors, you should know each other......"
There was only my voice in the hallway, and the man behind the door didn't know if he was looking at me or the drunken woman, and after a few seconds, he shook his head towards the door next to him."
You mean she lives in this room?"
There are three occupants on each floor of the Red Mansion, and the drunken woman lives right in the middle."
Thank you."
Before I could finish speaking, the man closed the door, and it is worth noting that he closed it with his shoulder against it."
Is this man holding something?
Can't get your hands free?
”I had an image in my mind of a murderer holding a bloodied knife and the head of a deceased person through an iron door, and then talking to me."
It's not impossible, this person's house emits a foul smell, all kinds of smells are mixed together, and I can't be sure if it's a corpse smell."
I looked at the crack in the iron door, which was covered in various paints, and the other man seemed to be intentional: "How cautious." ”Finding nothing, I turned and walked to the iron door in the middle, inserted the key, and the lock opened: "I've finally sent you home." ”When the iron door was opened, the rust peeled off and the door shaft creaked.In the dark and enclosed corridor, the sound was particularly terrifying, and when I looked back, it was pitch black upstairs and downstairs, as if some monster was hidden.Pushing open the big red wooden door inside, I dragged the drunk woman into the house, and before I could find the light switch in the living room, a dark shadow suddenly fluttered in the room.I was shocked, I almost shouted out the magic mantra, but fortunately, many live broadcasts tempered my nerves like steel, and I just endured it.If you look closely, the windows in the living room are not closed tightly, and the things that are swaying and flying are just curtains."
People are scary, they are scared to death."
I breathed a sigh of relief and turned to close the iron door outside, only to find a faint light shining through the crack in the iron door on the other side.It's not like a light, it's more like a fire from burning something!
I have an eye for light and am extremely sensitive to changes in light, and there is absolutely no light in the hallway until I open the door, and this faint fire does not appear until I open the door."
There's a bright light through the crack in the door, is someone peeking?"
In order to prevent unnecessary misunderstanding, I didn't do anything out of the ordinary, pretended to be unaware, pulled the iron door outside, and then closed the big red wooden door."
One is lonely and crazy, and the other is stealing in secret.
Peep, it seems that this woman's neighbors are not simple. ”I fumbled around the wall for a long time to find the switch, a white porcelain shell, the wiring was pulled outside, and there was tape around it, which was very simple.A finger clicked, and with a soft snap, a shallow white light illuminated the eyes.The light wattage in the living room is very low, the light is soft, and it can even be said to be dim" People here seem to have a soft spot for darkness. ”The old woman on the second floor said that they never made much noise when they went upstairs, rarely activated the voice-activated lights, and the painter's house they had just met was also pitch black, and now even the drunken woman's house was like this.The lights are deliberately dimmed, as if too bright will attract bad things.I dragged the drunk woman into the living room and looked around.The cottage is small in size, with a living room, one bathroom and one bedroom, and the kitchen is connected to the balcony, separated by a baffle in the middle."
Although the sparrow is small, it has all kinds of organs, and if you don't mind the unexpected environment, it's good to live here alone."
I put the woman on the couch and walked to the window with a black umbrella in one hand, and from here I could see the abandoned buildings."
The restaurant owner said that the Longchang community was built decades ago and was forced to be built by the concession in order to give refugees a place to live."
I thought back to his words, but I had doubts in my heart, if that dilapidated building is Longchang Community, then what is this Red Building?
The two have the same name?
Or is there something else going on?
I glanced at the sleeping woman on the couch, and as a tenant, she must have known why.Although this woman said that there was Ling.
Sadistic complex, may also suffer from other mental illnesses, but she is no threat to me, how big a wave can a skinny weak woman make?
I closed the window, I drew the curtains, and in the dim light, a skinny woman reclined on the sofa, her high heels still on the Audi, her bare feet, her tight and slender calves together, and her snow-white skin looked like fine silk.Lonely men and widows are in the same room, but unfortunately I don't have any superfluous thoughts."
I have to wake her up, and I want to get more clues before the live broadcast officially starts in the early morning."
Looking away from the woman, she was beautiful and tastefully dressed, and I wondered why she lived in such a desolate place: "What profession is she doing?"
”I couldn't find any clues about the woman's identity in the car, and now that I'm at her house, I feel compelled to take a closer look.The drawer under the open coffee table contains some daily necessities, fruit knives, toilet paper, a few bags of tea, and a small bottle of decanting medicine."
It's rare for ordinary people to stock this thing at home, and it seems that she often has hangovers."
I unscrewed the medicine bottle, read the instructions for use, and poured a few into the palm of my hand: "What a hassle, open your mouth." ”The woman slept so hard that I could hear my voice, so I grabbed her chin and forced the pill into her mouth in order to wake her up quickly.Her lips rubbed against my palms, moist and soft, and if someone else came with a weak will, she might not be able to hold it.I put the sofa cushion on the back of the woman's head to prevent pills or other foreign objects from getting stuck in the trachea, and when I was done, I picked up the glass on the coffee table and went to the kitchen to get her a glass of tap water to drink."
I hope it works."
I looked at the clock on the wall, it was 11:10, and there were still fifty minutes left before the live broadcast began.Putting down the umbrella, I spun around the woman's room.The living room is simply furnished, the ground is tidy, and everything is well organized.
The word abuse is associated with each other."
The trash cans are clean and have new bags and should be cleaned every day.The bathroom mirror is spotless, the cosmetics are placed from low to high, and the toothbrush and toothpaste are all facing the same direction, does this woman have obsessive-compulsive disorder?
”I looked at the window in the living room: "It's always a little strange, if she's really an attentive person, why is the window open when I come in?"
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It's cloudy all the time, and you know it's going to rain, but you leave the room without closing the window?
”With my eyes narrowed, I quietly leaned back, my back against the wall: "Is it possible that after a woman left the house, another stranger entered her room through the window?"
After all, her neighbors are also strange guys, and they can't be speculated by common sense. ”The room was small, and there was hardly any place to hide, so after checking the kitchen and bathroom, I pushed open the bedroom door."
What does it smell like?"
As soon as the door opened, a strange smell crept into his nostrils, as if something was rotting.I covered my mouth and nose and entered the bedroom, looking around, but I couldn't find the source of the strange smell: "It seems to be coming from this wall." ”Walking over to the wall next to the bed, I twitched my nose: "There's a dead body hidden in the wall?"
”Taking two steps back, I recalled the structure and found that behind this wall was the artist's house: "The smell of decay came from his house, is my previous suspicion true?"
He was holding the tools of the murder in both hands, so he couldn't close the door with his hands?
”The palm of the hand is attached to the wall skin, which is so damp that a large piece of the wall skin can be dug up with a single finger button.