Chapter 2 Chapter two

The solid baseball bat passed through my barrier and smashed into the darkness outside the door. I covered my eyes and couldn't bear to see it. This moment becomes infinitely long because of the fear of unpredictable consequences. The bang bang sounded after a while, and the bright red blood stained the imaginary fluttering white dress.I held my breath, and moved the gap between my fingers a little bit, for fear that when I opened my eyes, there would be a shocking red. In the fingers that were getting bigger and bigger, I only saw a dim yellow space, and the baseball bat, which had lost its soul, lay stiffly on the cold ground.

Nothing but the dim stair lights. When I looked at Ding Chaoyang, he was also full of astonishment. He looked outside the door and then at me, as if he was trying to verify if he was sleepwalking. He seemed to be terrified: "I did hear the doorbell ring." I nodded vigorously: "I heard that too." We looked at each other, wondering what to do next. I picked up the baseball bat and said, "Fortunately, no one is there, otherwise, this stick will kill people." Ding Zhaoyang smiled with a cold expression: "Impossible..." I stared at him in a daze: "From now on, don't be so reckless. If someone dies, it will be too terrifying."

Ding Zhaoyang embraced me, closed the door, took two steps, turned back, pulled twice, and saw that the door was indeed closed, then went to the bedroom with confidence, and said: "She looks too much like the one in the supernatural movie. Ghost." My eyes widened, and the hairs on my back stood up one by one. I am not a complete materialist, and I neither deny nor be devout about ghosts and ghosts. Back on the bed, we were relatively speechless, the surroundings were quiet, but our hearts were turbulent, as if, in this quietness, there were countless little beasts lurking, blinking green eyes in corners we couldn't see.

I pushed Ding Zhaoyang, he looked at me, snorted, and said, "Don't be afraid." I was terrified, but I didn't want him to see it, to add to the uneasiness.His eyes, like weak dancing flames, flickered and swam in the dark air. "Perhaps, in our apartment, there is a woman who is a little crazy." Maybe so... he said too.I put my head on his chest: "Go to sleep, it will be fine when it dawns, you have to take care of the company, and I have to go to see a job." He exerted some strength in his hands and closed his eyes tiredly... In the morning, he woke up yawning, his face was pale, it could be seen that he hadn't slept well, and I, too, seemed to sleep until dawn, and my whole body looked listless. When I was having breakfast, I said, "Call the police."

Ding Chaoyang put down the milk cup, looked at me seriously for a while, and said with a helpless smile, "Little Pea, I like your innocence." In normal times, I like him to call me silly girls and girls, but I don't like when he denies that I have adult thinking: how can I be naive?Our lives are threatened. "How did you call the police? Said someone often rings our doorbell at midnight?" "Isn't it okay? Someone disrupted our happy life in this way." "Little pea, the police uncle is very busy and has no time to deal with incidents like yours where he picked up a penny. He put a slice of ham in my bowl: two years ago, there were several burglaries in this apartment , The case was reported, the case was filed, and the final outcome is still nothing, we go to report the case, at most it will add an accident record to the police.”

What Ding Chaoyang said was not alarmist. I have witnessed the thief who was turned away to the police station and then blinked his eyes and waited for an opportunity to commit crimes on the street.If I report to the police that there are always ghost-like women who ring the doorbell at midnight and leave without doing anything, the police will definitely think that I have watched too many supernatural movies and treat me like a schizophrenic patient. right thing. After Ding Zhaoyang left, I sat in front of the mirror and realized that my chin was getting sharper, so I sighed in my heart, feeling terrified. At night, I couldn't sleep well, and my skin immediately turned pale and dry. .

After putting on her makeup, she went out in a daze. When passing by the security room, she heard someone shout, "Mrs. Ding." I paused subconsciously, and saw the talkative security guard approaching him with an attentive smile: "Mrs. Ding, last night..." My heart tightened, could it be, what did he see last night? I looked at him expectantly and said, "Yes, what happened last night?" He was a little embarrassed: "The owner who lives downstairs in your house responded that something seemed to happen in your house at midnight last night?" My hopeful heart collapsed. What I cared about was what he didn't know, and what he wanted to understand was what troubled me.Everything I want to know is still in speculation, I don't want to make the city full of storms, and I don't want people to know that Ding Chaoyang and I have been almost collapsed by the doorbell ringing at midnight, so I said lightly: "Last night, we slept very well .”

"Oh." He sighed in disappointment, and said to himself: "This is strange." My curiosity was caught by him again, so I took a step forward and said, "Did something strange happen in the apartment?" Seriously, I want the security guard to tell me that last night, the doorbells of many homeowners were rang, and many homeowners saw a pale woman with long hair and white clothes, because suffering needs a partner, if everyone is suffering I am not afraid of this kind of fear, because I don't want to fight alone with Ding Chaoyang, we want many, many partners to face this fear together.

"The owner downstairs said that at midnight, there was a loud noise, as if something had hit the floor. I have asked your neighbors, they all slept deeply, and you slept well, so I will Strange, where did this loud noise come from?" He seemed to penetrate my mind, and he tried his best to straighten his cowardly eyes, staring at me, as if he wanted to stare at my defense line, and seemed to say: You just Admit it, you guys made the loud bang last night. I pursed my lips and looked calm: "It's very strange." He put away the vigilance in his eyes, and smiled: "Yes, it's strange, people nowadays are less and less concerned about social morality. If you live in an apartment building, neighbors should be sympathetic to each other. The loud noise last night , your downstairs owner was almost shocked to have a heart attack, but luckily he found the regular medicine in time."

I was a little embarrassed, thinking that the security guard was talking too much, but it was just a kind reminder. In the middle of the night, there was a loud bang from Leng Ding, not everyone's heart could bear it, so I smiled at him and said that I was going to be late for work.He waved his hand, and I asked again: "Excuse me, you know every household in the apartment very well, don't you?" He said of course, and showed me that he was a good security guard who did his best with his determined expression on his face. The loud noise last night may have been caused by a mentally disturbed person.In this way, I quietly asked him if there were any insane people living in the apartment.

He meditated, and then spread his hands to me: "Impossible, I have been working here for 8 years, and I have never known any owner who has a mental disorder." I walked out of the apartment dejectedly, the sunlight outside felt a little weak, like my mind. The doorbell rang in the middle of the night without any pattern to follow. We often made all kinds of preparations to catch her, but it was lonely and dumb.Just when our vigilance was about to relax, it exploded in the middle of the night like an unexpected explosion. We are exhausted. Ding Chaoyang and I discussed whether to sell the apartment and move. Ding Chaoyang was stunned for a moment, and quickly said, "No." I looked at him silently, and after a while, I quietly asked, "Why didn't you sell it?" He looked at me a little short of breath, as if he couldn't explain the reason for not selling the house and moving.I was suddenly sentimental and remembered a detail in a novel. There was an infatuated girl who was abandoned by her boyfriend, but lived in the original crappy house when she was fully capable of buying a good house. Whenever someone asked why, she would Youyou said that she was afraid that her boyfriend who turned around and looked for her would not find her.Therefore, she has to wait in place. Maybe Ding Chaoyang is the same, although he doesn't say it, but in his heart, he has been waiting for his missing ex-wife to return from his way, with warmth like him, and he doesn't want his ex-wife who has returned after a long journey to be coldly shut. I rolled over and gave him a silent and sentimental back. In the darkness, he sighed a few times, several times, hesitant to speak, and finally, his hand tentatively caressed my waist, and gently blew in my ear, I refused his warmth without moving, Unyielding, he kissed my back lightly and called me.He knew that in a short time, I would surrender with a peachy face, and make a piece of soft brown candy from the stiffness, which would stick to him even if I shook it... He fell into a deep sleep, and I think he must have thought that he had succeeded in getting me to give up asking why I didn't sell the house with physical passion. And that questioning still remained intact in my heart.He always thinks that I am a soft and simple woman. Yes, many people think so, but they all forget that I am a woman who earns a living by code suspense novels. Without a careful and calm mind, how can I create danger Clumpy, interlocking novels? I dragged my long pajamas and left the bedroom. I stood in front of the locked door for a while, the doorknob was cold and desolate, I hesitated, bent down and listened for a while, only to hear the silence. It has been a year, and my curiosity about it has not diminished. What I call calm and nonchalant is just that my reason has successfully suppressed the eager curiosity.Because, some say, the truth kills. Even if this truth is not enough to kill someone, it must be sad. It is the same for Ding Chaoyang and me.In this world, no beauty will be deliberately hidden. This closed and silent door made me feel heavy in the middle of the night. Suddenly, my shoulders sank, and I was shocked. As soon as I let out a low scream, I was covered by someone.Then, the light in the living room turned on, it was Ding Chaoyang. He looked at me and said guiltily, "You've been curious, haven't you?" I didn't want to deny it, so I nodded. He let go of his hand, bent down, and carried me back to the bed: "Actually, I know you're curious." I looked at him, waited for the next sentence, and turned on a wall lamp. I wanted to see his expression clearly, and tell me the expression of the house that has been locked for a long time. "It's the clothes she's worn and the things she's used. I'm afraid you'll feel uncomfortable after seeing them, so I locked them all in that room." "Why didn't you throw it?" I looked at him aggressively. He was speechless, and called out Little Pea, my Little Pea, how can I make it clear?What can I say so as not to upset you? "Stop talking, I understand." I covered his mouth, yes, do I need to say more?The wife has been missing for many years, and the husband is still infatuated. He keeps everything she has used, because he believes that one day, she will come back. At that time, he will open this door and let the old things of Lili speak for him. An unchanging truth. I lowered my head, tears slowly rolled down, he reached out to hug me, I hid, he said: "Tomorrow, I will clean up this room." His voice was so soft, it was like a poor grandmother trying to coax a little child from crying with candy that would never come.In love, all the forced confessions and gestures are futile. I am not used to playing such a game of deception, so I just shed tears silently, and then said forget it, it's nothing. He breathed a sigh of relief, from the bottom of his heart.I heard it, and I suddenly felt lonely, as if I was in a boundless wasteland. The insurance company has conducted pre-job training for our new batch of insurance agents for half a month. The so-called training is nothing more than instilling a set of skills in chatting up strangers and making strangers trust them. A disdainful insurance salesman who relies on two lips, hard-working legs, and suppression of personal dignity in exchange for performance, and makes a living by performance. Half a month later, I became a qualified licensed insurance agent. Standing downstairs in the apartment building, counting the windows on each floor, I smiled slightly. My plan has taken a small step forward. The first step is to visit every owner in the apartment as an insurance agent, and find the face I want to find. Insurance agents don't need to be on duty, which is exactly what I want. On the first day on the job, I didn’t go to develop customers. Instead, I went to find a locksmith. He was happily peeling a freshly baked sweet potato in the bleak autumn wind. He looked up along my feet: " Miss, what lock do you open?" I say door lock. He looked at sweet potatoes and then at me: "Are you in a hurry?" "No hurry." Yes, I don't need to worry, Ding Chaoyang never goes home halfway, that is to say, I have a whole day to deal with that lock. After eating sweet potatoes in two bites, he wiped his mouth, picked up a toolbox and said let's go. The chrysanthemums on the street were in full bloom, and in the autumn wind, there was an intoxicating fragrance of chrysanthemums. I was full of excitement thinking about the door that was about to be opened. The locksmith was like a silent lock, following behind me with very light steps. The sun cast his shadow on my feet, and I dodged to the side. It is said that it is unlucky to be stepped on by someone's shadow. After entering the apartment, the locksmith was stopped by the security guard and asked him what he was doing. The locksmith looked at me, and I glanced at the security guard and said, "My water pipe is broken. I hired a worker." The security guard seemed to be new here, and his attitude was very serious. He stared at me and said, "Who are you?" I mentioned the floor, but he was still skeptical: "If the water pipe is broken, you can ask the property to repair it." I smiled with the corner of my mouth, and my eyes were stern: "I like to invite people from outside, can't I?" He was dumbfounded. The elevator came, I rushed in quickly, pressed the elevator door, and said to the locksmith, "Master, hurry up." The locksmith hesitated for a while, and then got into the elevator. After the elevator doors closed, he looked at me cautiously, and suddenly said, "I'm not a plumber repairer." "I know, if I said that I invited you to unlock the lock, they would spend a long time on the phone and verifying it. You know, apartment buildings with strict management do not allow you to bring a locksmith to the door from the outside. If you need to unlock the lock, you must Find a locksmith designated by the property with a formal business license." I didn't change my face, knowing that this statement would dispel all his doubts and make him, like me, keep the secret against the security guards, because, He is just a locksmith who sets up a stall on the street, a black household without a business license, and has suffered from the crowding and unfair treatment of his peers. I don't want anyone to know, I've been to a locksmith. Sure enough, my words made him silent in gratitude. I was proud of my eloquence, but he said again: "However, how do you prove that the lock I opened belongs to your house?" Evidently, he doubted my identity, or even that I was a suave female thief, using his skills to commit a burglary. I have to admire his vigilance and, it should be said, a very professional locksmith.He smiled and said, "Don't worry, I asked you to open it, not the gate." He didn't say anything else, he frowned and looked at the elevator display board. I opened the door and turned to him and said, "Now, are you relieved?" He smiled honestly, as if he was embarrassed because he was suspicious just now.I pointed to the door inside: "I haven't used this room all summer. I wanted to go in this morning to find winter clothes, but I couldn't find the key. So, please open it for me, and then help me I have a key." He said it bluntly, with quick hands and feet, as if he was atoning for the narrow guess he had made about me just now. I watched him busy on the lock in silence. Ten minutes later, there was a slight click sound in the air, and my heart couldn't wait any longer. key. The locksmith said afternoon. When I sent him out, I confirmed with him the time to pick up the key in the afternoon, and then, I couldn't wait to close the door, and added a hidden lock from the inside, and rushed towards the finally opened door. The floor inside was covered with fine dust and the sun was shining everywhere. It seemed that Ding Chaoyang hadn't been in for a long time. A large bed covered with a white sheet, a dressing table, and a large closet occupying an entire wall. There is a smell of dust that has been idle for a long time in the air. As I walk, the dust is light in the sunlight Dancing, I pinched my nose and lifted the sheet covering the bed. A rose red satin pajamas was nestled on the light pink quilt. It looked like the owner hadn’t left for a long time, but just went to the kitchen to get a drink Or go to the bathroom to urinate, and you will be back in a while. I picked up the pajamas and looked at the sun for a while, guessing that its owner should be a slim woman. I was stunned for a while, and then put it back as it was. Traces of photos. The drawers of the bedside table and the dressing table contained only some fragments of women's items. I really wanted to know what she looked like, but I searched all the drawers and couldn't find a single photo. When the door of the closet was opened, a strange fragrance came blowing in. This is a spacious walk-in closet, covering an area of ​​four or five square meters. Compared with a room of more than ten square meters, it is somewhat spacious. Exaggerated, neat winter clothes and summer clothes are hung in different categories. They are of high quality, exquisite workmanship, elegant and enchanting, as if waiting for the owner to return at any time. On the floor of the closet, there are piles of all kinds of dried flower sachets, and the strange fragrance that hits the face comes from them. Yes, Ding Chaoyang didn't lie, what is locked here are only some relics, nothing else, I can't even find anything to verify their previous relationship status. I sat down in the closet full of dried flowers, picked up a bag of dried flowers, sniffed hard, tears fell, yes, I am sure, Ding Chaoyang replaces the dried flowers in the closet at least once a year, otherwise, they are not The fragrance will be so strong, which is enough to show that Ding Chaoyang has never let go of her in his heart, and even, he is so enthusiastically looking forward to her return, lest time and bugs will damage her beloved clothes. And add dried flower scented bags every year. He kept everything about her as well as he kept his love for her. Suddenly, on the side of the dry flower bag, a stack of papers full of words was exposed. I quickly wiped away my tears and took them out. Seeing this, my heart was shocked. The content of each piece of paper is the same, it is the revelation of missing people, and the one that blows my mind is the photo below, although it is a bit blurry, but the eyebrows and eyes are absolutely familiar. Yes, I have seen her. At midnight, she stood under the dim lamp of the stairs and looked straight at me. I opened my mouth wide, and let the dust pour into my mouth. A coldness spread along my fingers and quickly spread all over my body. I almost yelled, jumped up, and ran into the living room, clutching my chest, gasping for breath. It took me half an hour to calm myself down. Yes, she's alive, and she's back. But why didn't she go straight home?Could it be that he has no face to face Ding Chaoyang?I believe that Ding Zhaoyang must have recognized her, but why did he turn pale with fright when he saw her through the cat's eyes?According to his infatuated expectations for her, he should have tears in his eyes. I took the hair dryer and blown the dust on the floor evenly, and smoothed the footprints I left little by little, but the doubts in my heart were like boiling water scorched by a raging fire. I naively thought that if I opened this door, those perplexities that I had been entangled for a long time would be solved, but the fact is, when I opened this door, more doubts rushed to my face, which made me even more confused by surprise. In the afternoon, I went to the locksmith to pick up the keys with a heavy heart. When I returned to the apartment, I met the morning security guard. He looked at me carefully, turned around, and muttered something to the lounge inside. Soon, that A talkative security guard poked his head out, looked at me with a smile, and said, "Mrs. Ding, is the water pipe repaired?" I hummed and didn't want to say anything more. I don't like my private life to be overly concerned, even in a gesture of goodwill. He chased him out, and said cautiously: "Mrs. Ding, try not to call strangers home from the street. It's very dangerous. There have been precedents before." I oh and looked at him, indicating that I am very interested in this topic. He stammered, "It's happened before that strangers were brought into the house, and as a result, there was a case of assault." "Oh, is it that scary?" I felt that the old things he stated seemed to be related to me. "Yes, perhaps, Mr. Ding once told you." "Really, what is it?" My heart tensed up. "It's the former Mrs. Ding who was physically assaulted for ordering takeaway..." "Oh, he didn't tell me, what happened later?" I looked at him. "Since then, Mrs. Ding has suffered from depression, and then disappeared." He felt infinitely regretful, and felt that it was inappropriate to use this expression in front of me, so he smiled apologetically: "Actually, this incident did not affect my family. The relationship between her and Mr. Ding is just that she is too fragile." I don't want to hear any more, love is selfish, no woman is willing to hear how the man she loves is devoted to his ex-wife. The whole afternoon, my head was full of thoughts, all about Ding Chaoyang's ex-wife. Could it be that she really came back? If yes, what should I do? At night, when Ding Zhaoyang was courting, he saw that I was absent-minded, so he cupped my face and asked, "Little Pea, what are you thinking about in your little head?" I stared at him blankly and said, "What will you do if she comes back?" All of a sudden, he froze, like dried fish.After looking at me for a long time, I asked, "Why do you ask me so suddenly?" I smiled: "I suddenly want to know, if she comes back, how will you deal with your relationship with me?" He rolled over and sat up, with his back to me: "It's just your assumption, such a thing won't happen." "I have an intuition that she is always wandering around. Someday, she will stand in front of us and say that I am back." Ding Zhaoyang rudely interrupted my assumption: "Okay, okay, stop thinking about it, if you want to come back, she will be back a long time ago, why wait until now." Then, he got up and left the bedroom, the autumn moonlight was cool Sprinkle in the bedroom. I just want Ding Zhaoyang to tell the truth. Maybe Ding Chaoyang knew she was back and where she was, but he kept it from me because he couldn't explain it to me. After all, she ran away from home first, and Ding Chaoyang had already dissolved their marriage through legal means. The only thing she could do to fight was to ring the doorbell at midnight. The happiness of me and Ding Chaoyang was shocked to pieces. "As long as you live better than me" in the song is just a hypocritical lie. Love is selfish. No one wants to be the only good in other people's memory. Everyone who is frustrated in love hopes that he is what he thinks of Just lingering pain. Because only pain is the sequelae of true love. Every woman wants to be the love sequelae of the man she loves, even if the love has come to an end. Thinking of this, my heart hurts, a boundless pain.Putting on his pajamas, he went to the living room. Ding Chaoyang smoked a cigarette so that his face became grim. I wrapped his arms around his neck from behind: "I'm afraid that one day I will suddenly lose your love." He turned his head and rubbed my face with his face: "No, I promise not." I lay down on his neck and cried, he didn't know how confused and frightened my heart was. He pinched a cigarette, hugged me, warmed him in his arms, and looked at it carefully. The moon sat leisurely high in the sky, looking at us calmly.He circled me, room by room, opened the curtains suddenly, and said to the lights of Wanjia: "No one is happier than us." However, when we walked to the study window, I suddenly felt uncomfortable. Did he give such a posture, such details, and such words to his ex-wife before? Ding Zhaoyang noticed my distraction, put my feet on the floor gently, and whispered my name tenderly in his ear, but I burst into tears, Ding Chaoyang stared at my face blankly , In the eyes, gradually there are crystal tears. Even though he quickly turned his face away, I still saw sadness slowly falling from his face. I hold him, I don't want to leave him half an inch, even if the world is about to fall, I want to fall into his arms, even if I die, I want to be connected physically and mentally. I finally understood that Ding Zhaoyang would not give me the answers to those guesses and questions, and I couldn't bear to use my doubts to open up the old wounds in his heart. I decided to peel off mysteries by myself, even if I would eventually tear myself apart. I'm convinced she's back and living in the apartment building above. As an insurance agent, I started from the top floor and visited each house without missing any clues. Things are much more difficult than imagined. First of all, there is a growing lack of trust between people. Beware and suspicion are gifts that people give me. Only by not moving out of Mrs. Ding's identity on the 21st floor can I knock on the guarded doors. Then, sitting in someone else's living room, I introduced my product with an impatient look. On the first day, I visited fifteen households. Fourteen hosts rejected me with tactful reserve. The only one who was enthusiastic was a middle-aged man. He had a strong interest in the products I introduced and told me I personally made coffee and wanted to study the terms of a certain type of insurance carefully with me. After serving the coffee, he sat next to me, and I moved to the side, and he came over again, pretending to be buried in the insurance policy, but his eyes passed the collar of my shirt. His wretched gaze seemed to give birth to countless hands, and he caressed my body wantonly. I felt resentment in my heart, suppressed my anger and forced a smile and said: "Sir, it's getting late, I'll come to visit another day." When he said yes, his eyes were glued to my chest, and I wished I could smash his eyes with my handbag. I ran towards the door as if I was running away, but he took advantage of the opportunity to open the door and squeezed my chest. Seeing me glaring, he looked at me pretending to be concerned: "Did I accidentally touch your hand when I opened the door?" Then he came to hold my hand, I finally couldn't bear it anymore, pointed at his nose and snapped Said: "Touch your mother's head, stinky rascal." Like a lover who has been humiliated inexplicably, he blinked innocently and said slowly: "Miss, it's just that the door touched your hand, I didn't mean it." To reason with this kind of guy, I can only ask for trouble, I gouged out his eyes, turned and left. I got nothing but humiliation and anger, and I didn't even have the energy to cook dinner, so I just lay on the sofa and waited for Ding Chaoyang to come back to pick me up for dinner. In the evening, Ding Zhaoyang took me to eat Korean stone pot rice, seeing that I was lazy to chew the food, he said distressedly: "You should honestly write novels behind closed doors at home, you really can't write, and there is me. " I glanced at the whites of his eyes, and he quickly smiled: "Come on, I shouldn't pretend to be strong and humiliate you, is it done?" I smile.But in his heart, he was thinking, if his ex-wife hadn't been a full-time wife at home, she wouldn't have suffered from that accident, and without that accident, she wouldn't have suffered from depression, right?Once a woman cannot be economically independent, she will consciously attribute herself as a man's accessory. Once she is sexually assaulted, she will blame herself, as if she is a chastity gatekeeper who has not fulfilled her duties, and, a little narrower It's easy for a man to think so. I don't want that. After returning home, Ding Chaoyang put a lot of rose petals in the bathtub, told me to lie in it, and said that he would give me a massage to relax. I closed my eyes, but I was thinking in my mind, will she ring the doorbell tonight? I opened my eyes slightly, and looked at this man who was engrossed in the gentle village. At that moment, I wanted to become a little worm, get into his heart, and see what secrets were hidden inside. As I thought, at midnight, the doorbell rang, and Ding Chaoyang sat up suddenly. I held his arm. In fact, I didn’t have much fear in my heart, because I believed more and more that his ex-wife was still alive. , Ringing the doorbell at midnight is because she is unwilling to let our happiness continue. However, I still pretended to be scared and put my head on Ding Zhaoyang's chest, because I wanted to know if his panic was faked, if he knew that the doorbell ringing at midnight was deliberately caused by his ex-wife, and he didn't want to open the door Yes, if you don’t want me to know too much about the details of the people outside the door, you will pretend to be terrified and convince me that the person outside the door is really a midnight wandering spirit. The feigned fear will not increase the heartbeat. I lay on his chest, just wanting to hear if his heartbeat has accelerated. His heart was beating like a flock of fawns, and my face was wet with sweat, and I gradually became inexplicable.His fear was truly born from the bottom of his heart. I put on my clothes, Ding Chaoyang pulled me back: "What are you going to do?" I turned on the light, took his shirt, and opened the sleeves for him: "Put it on, I want to invite her to come in and sit down." "Little Pea, are you crazy?" As he spoke, he suddenly jumped up and turned off the ceiling light. I laughed: "Only you still believe that there are ghosts in this world." Seeing that I was about to go out, Ding Chaoyang hugged my waist tightly and refused to let me go, so I had no choice but to say: "I won't open the door, I'll go and see what clothes she is wearing today." Ding Zhaoyang stared into my eyes and said word by word: don't open the door. I made a swear gesture and he believed it. The doorbell rang again, and I lay down on the peephole and looked out. This time, my soul almost flew out. This time, she was black from head to toe, with a long skirt covering her feet, and her face was still the same. Bai, when I looked out, she was facing the cat's eyes, stretching out her hands with scarlet nails. Ding Zhaoyang felt the trembling of my body, and pulled me back desperately. I firmly held the door, and I wanted to see who she was. She tapped the cat's eyes twice with her nails, then laughed wildly, turned around, and her long black dress jumped out of my sight inch by inch... I was almost paralyzed in Ding Chaoyang's arms. Ding Zhaoyang's real panic and her drifting steps made me unable to believe that she was just a living person with a grudge in her heart. In the days that followed, I tried my best to stay calm, still visiting from door to door, still meeting lonely old people, men of all kinds who were full of fantasies, and even, I persistently rang the doorbell and even shocked a pair of poor men and women. A man forced himself to open the door calmly but found that there was a stranger standing outside the door. He turned from being in shock to being furious. I muttered, sir, I am sorry to bother you, I am an insurance agent... Before he finished speaking, he pointed at my nose and yelled at me. The content of the scolding was completely opposite to what he looked decent. I'm sorry, but at this moment, half a seductive but anxious face appeared in the crack of the door, I smiled dumbly, and said politely: "Sir, I'm here to visit your wife, then, I'll come back another day." He froze in the middle of cursing, stared at me blankly, murmured, then softened, the anger in his eyes was dramatically replaced by flattery. I looked at him with a slight smile: "I want to talk to your wife about buying health insurance for you." He suddenly said a few times, blinked a few times quickly, and I smiled: "Why don't you sign this form? In this way, I don't have to visit your wife." The man said yes again and again. In this way, in the corridor on the 36th floor of the apartment, I made my first business order. A man who looked elegant but wore a sock signed his own health insurance with the attitude of signing an ordinary mail. He didn't even understand the benefit rules of this insurance. I admit that the signing of this business is a bit despicable, but I hope that because of this incident, he understands that any act of harming others without reason will be punished, moral or material. Like this completed policy. It took me a week to scan the residents above the 30th floor and sign three orders, but I got nothing for what I really wanted. Some people don’t remember the disappearance case at all, and those who remember it are very shallow. They only remember that a woman disappeared upstairs, and the missing person notice was posted in the elevator for a few days. As for what happened afterwards, no one knows.This is an era in which the indifference between individuals is performed as a virtue of not exploring privacy. Finding nothing made me feel at a loss, like a fallen leaf on the water, spinning endlessly in the wind. Ding Chaoyang was going to Guangzhou to hold a spring clothing ordering meeting, and he urged me to go to Guangzhou with him because he was worried that I would be alone at home. He didn't force it anymore. When I went to the airport to see him off, he repeatedly told me not to sleep at home alone at night, so I laughed: lend me ten courage, I dare not sleep at home alone. He patted my face lovingly and said, "Little Pea, I love you the most." My heart felt sore, I wrapped my arms around his waist and squeezed into his arms: "Me too." He whispered, "Silly girl, someone is watching us." "Don't be afraid, let them see, it means you love me and I love you." I acted like a baby.心里，却在酸酸地想，为什么他不肯告诉我午夜门外的女子貌似他前妻呢？即使是她是真的鬼魂，也没必要怕的，又不曾伤害过她，为甚要怕呢？ 我的心里，没头没脑地乱透了。 他不会知道，他说要去广州开订货会时，一个主意就在我心里悄悄萌生了，是的，我不会一个人在家睡，也不会回家陪妈妈。 从机场回来，我买了瓶葡萄酒，饭后，喝了两杯，稍有微醺，胆气便陡然茁壮了些，守在窗边，看愈来愈浓的暮色深沉地笼罩了整座城市，深深地呼吸了一口气，换上一套深色衣服，出门，在走廊上站了一会，在这个夜晚，整栋楼仿佛分外安静，电视声偶尔从一扇突然打开的门里蹿出来，又被快速关上的门截断。 走廊到楼梯间的拐角处有个能容一人立身的小空间，里面是自来水和冬季供热管道，安一道没上锁的百页窗门。 是的，我打算藏身于这个小空间，等待或许会或许不会在今晚现身的她，是的，我不是个胆大的女子，但，写悬疑小说的我，有足够的冷静，世间女子，哪个不曾为爱披荆斩棘，而我，不过壮胆走向真相而已。 我钻进去试了试，刚好能容身，关上门，稍有些气闷，稍过一会，就适应了，只是，因为必须站姿笔直才能关上门，过不了多久，就会很累，我暗自祈祷她今晚会来，不然，站上几晚，我会累瘫的。 时间缓慢地往午夜滑去，心一点点慌乱，外面越来越静，把手机打调成静音，害怕弄出声音，我几乎要屏住了呼吸，脸贴在百页门上。 似乎有阵轻微的风从百页见钻进来，我的心，紧张得几乎要停止跳动，是的，她来了，像一片墨色的云，无声无息地从拐角飘过来。 我的目光，追随着她。 她慢慢飘到门前，站了一会，似乎有些忧伤，许久，才伸手按向了门铃，她冷冷地看着门，用气声笑了一下，又转身，飘飘地折了回来。 落脚无声地上楼去了。 我飞快钻出百页门，贴了墙，迅速地尾随了她，她像道瘦瘦的影子，飘进了一扇门，尔后，那扇门无声地，合拢了。天，我几乎不敢相信自己的眼睛，丁朝阳家的天花板竟然就是她家的地板…… 我咬着小指，久久地望着那扇门，拼命想，我去不去敲那扇门？