Chapter 13 Running Corpse Chapter Six

That night I slept on the carpet in the study of the Itoi family, and woke up very early the next day. Then I went into the living room.what happened?The sofa was moved to the side of the shoe cabinet. There was a man with his feet up on the armrest of the sofa, lying on it and sleeping soundly. I was taken aback secretly, and wanted to see who it was, so I tiptoed over.Looking down, it turned out to be Mitarai.Thick stubble grew on his face, and he didn't wake up when I got so close. I sat on a chair beside me and waited for him to wake up by himself.Ever since I heard him play last night, I really wanted to talk to him, but unfortunately I never had the chance.

The sound of wind and rain was much quieter than yesterday, but it still blew across the eaves from time to time, causing a shriek. It seemed that someone had gone to the bathroom, and there was the sound of flushing water.Mitarai grunted a few times with dissatisfaction, and I hurried over to him and said, "Are you awake?" Mitarai turned over and sat up, looked around blankly, and then answered me: "I'm awake. By the way, what time is it?" I remembered that he never wore a watch. "8:40." Hearing what I said, he yelled unabashedly: "Oops!" "What's wrong with you?" I asked nervously.

As he lay back on the sofa again, he said, "It's too early to wake up." I had no choice but to sit back on the chair and sit there for a while.I wanted to go out and see what was going on outside, so I stood up and looked out through the gap in the curtains, and it seemed that my love had stopped. At this time, Mitarai's voice came from behind: "Pull the curtain." I looked back, and he had already got up and sat on the sofa, and he was talking to himself: "Forget it, let's try to get up early once in a while." . " I opened the curtains vigorously, and the bright white sky appeared outside the window, and the rain stopped as expected.

As I walked towards the sofa, I asked Mitarai, "Why are you sleeping here?" "It's nice to sleep by the door. But now we have to move the sofa back. Give me a hand." The two of us moved the sofa back to its original position and sat down facing each other.I really wanted to say something to him, but I was so nervous that I didn't say anything. Mitarai yawned listlessly, and scratched his messy hair with his hands.But just such an action still exudes a distinctive atmosphere.I have always felt a special charm from him.His expression might have been insolent when we first met, but now it seems to me that he has his own handsomeness.

"Are you an astrologer?" I asked him cautiously. "Yeah!" His voice was a little hoarse. "I have the same birthday as Coltrane, is there anything in common?" "September 23rd? That means the angle of the sun shining on the two of you is the same. For example, if you join the army, you will definitely become the same type of soldiers. That's all I can say." He replied a little tired . "Kubo who died yesterday, can you use astrology to see something?" "Although I don't know his birthday, there are always some unusual factors in the life of the person who was killed." The person who was killed?I shuddered listening to his words.

"Do you really think Kubo killed himself, not suicide?" Mitarai showed her usual contemptuous smile again, and then asserted: "It was definitely murder. The stormy weather last night was the perfect time to kill someone!" At this moment, it suddenly occurred to me that he purposely slept next to the door and used the sofa to prop up the door. Could it be for this reason?I then asked him: "Can I use Xia Shu's psychic ability to find the criminal?" "Psychic? Oh, what is his ability?...It's a very good idea, you can try it." "You're such a good guitar player." What I most wanted to talk to him about was music.

"Guitar? Oh." But he answered very perfunctorily, as if he was thinking of other things at all. "Do you like Mark Laflin?" Mitarai looked at me impatiently, and replied, "It's okay." "Where do you usually play?" "Where? Don't go anywhere, just stay at home." As he spoke, he did the habitual imitation of a British gentleman. "Mr. Mitarai, have you woken up yet?" The delicate girl's voice was Asami, "You woke up really early!" "Occasionally." Mitarai's voice seemed a little wary. "Let me make coffee. But it seems that the power is still out." She said and walked into the kitchen.

Everyone got up one after another.Asami's happy voice came from the kitchen: "The electricity is coming!" Slowly sipping the coffee she made, it was time for breakfast. There was silence at breakfast.Everyone must be thinking about Kubo's death. Boringly waiting for the police to arrive, it was already lunch time before I knew it.Together we had lunch at Itoi's house, drank coffee after dinner, and continued to wait idly.But Mitarai and Ishioka didn't drink coffee, and the two of them seemed to be addicted to black tea.Looking outside, it's raining again, but not as windy as yesterday.In this way, at 3 o'clock in the afternoon, the lady brought out tea and snacks again.We just ate and waited and waited and ate.When are these policemen coming?When will we be free?Everyone slowly became anxious.

"How long do we have to wait? What do they mean?" Finally, Oguan shouted hysterically, "I still have a lot of commentary to write. Don't count on the police. Is there anyone here who is willing to be a detective and solve this mystery?" Untie it for us! Doesn't one of us have enough brains?" "Xia Shu, try using your psychic ability?" Asami said seriously. Xia Shu's eyes lit up, and he stood up from the sofa. "Since it was Miss Chaomei who spoke, I'll give it a try. Next, I'll talk about my opinion." "I have a bit of a sixth sense, which was confirmed in the game last night. With this ability, I can conclude at least one thing: the number 'seven' has a mysterious and unnegligible power in murders."

After listening to Xia Shu's words, an ominous premonition passed through my heart. He went on to say: "During the psychic game yesterday, Asami wrote 'seven', and what Kubo stole was item No. 7, and the guitar lovers sitting over there were noisy playing special It was also a piece called "The Other Side of the Seventh Galaxy". "Seven" appeared several times. Is this phenomenon happening by chance or because of supernatural reasons? You know, the thing in Kubo's pocket, speaking of it In fact, it is the 'seventh ring' in the psychic on the table, doesn't this just hint at the characteristics of the murderer?"

"Don't make such a joke!" Ah Fu realized and shouted, "Stop talking nonsense, we were playing drums and saxophones!" Xia Shu remembered the name of the band "Seventh Ring" formed by me, Ah Fu and others , so far-fetched to our heads. "Really? But after halfway through the performance, I didn't hear much of your drumming!" At this moment, I suddenly remembered that Ah Fu once argued with Kubo on the balcony. Could it be that he really? ... The doorbell rang, and the lady hurried to open the door.She said a few words to the guests outside the door before entering the room.It was a man in a raincoat and two police officers in uniform.The man in the raincoat is obviously a detective. The middle-aged man is a bit fat and seems to have a bit of an artistic temperament.He walked straight up to us and stood still, while two police officers stood on either side of him, looking extremely serious. "I've kept you waiting for a long time. I'm Nakamura, from the First Division of Investigative Affairs." After Nakamura finished speaking, he took out a small notebook from his pocket, acting like a detective in a thriller movie that we are all familiar with, but he hasn't taken it off yet. Hat, "I want to ask you some questions first. After all, this case is very strange. I am sitting in front of this stove. Please retreat behind the sofa and come up one by one to accept my questions. Thank you." He said, While taking off the raincoat with difficulty.He spoke standard Tokyo dialect, articulate, and appeared to be very clear-headed.We did so, and the individual interrogations that followed took about an hour. After contacting everyone, Nakamura murmured: "Kubo ran into the house from the balcony, stole the necklace and escaped at around 10 o'clock. Everyone doesn't deny that, right?" We all nodded our heads, thinking that this could never be wrong. Nakamura bit his lip, put his chubby hand on his forehead, and meditated silently.Judging from the shape of his mouth, he was whispering: "How strange!" This professional, like us, is also caught in the mystery-the mystery of the flying of the dead. Anyway, it has nothing to do with us.Even if Kubo had been strangled, the killer shouldn't have been among us, at least, I've always thought so.Because, Kubo ran out of the house alive!It could only have been someone other than us, somewhere other than this room! However, this inference is still incredible.Because there was no elevator at the time of the power outage, it was difficult for Kubo to reach the scene of the crime even if he ran with all his strength. How could he have time to wait for others to kill him? "In short, judging from the current situation, no one can leave here!" Nakamura finally stood up and said firmly. "What? That's not acceptable!" Xia Shu was the first to object, "I have to go to work very early tomorrow!" "I can't stay here any longer. I have a lot of manuscripts to write. If you don't go home and write them, the magazine will trouble me!" the critic Da Guan said dissatisfied. I looked at Mitarai beside me, he didn't seem to have anything important to do, he was resting with his eyes closed. "Hey, this is troublesome." I also whispered to Ah Fu beside me. "Why?" Ah Fu said indifferently.He seemed still angry at Xia Shu's nonsense. "NHK is going to broadcast Chicoglia's concert live at 6 o'clock today, so we won't be able to see it!" It seems that Itoi's house doesn't have a TV.After hearing what I said, Ah Fu couldn't help but clicked his tongue regretfully. "Hey, what you said is true?" Mitarai asked me when she opened her eyes. "Yes, of course." "Starting at 6 o'clock?" "right." "what time is it now?" "It's four o'clock." The expression on Mitarai's face became very serious. "It's only two hours. Well, there's no other way, that's what we have to do!" Then, he suddenly turned to Detective Nakamura standing there, and shouted, "Mr. Detective, do you want to know who the prisoner is?" Surprised, he turned and looked at Mitarai without saying a word.He must have been dumbfounded at answering this question whose answer was too obvious. Nakamura smiled bitterly: "What are you kidding? Mr. Mitarai?" "I'm in a hurry, so let's just tell you the prisoner, so I can go home and watch TV early. Do you have handcuffs around you now?" Nakamura reached into his pocket smartly, took out a pair of shiny handcuffs, and displayed them in front of everyone. Shaking. "Of course I did, common sense. Tell me, who should be arrested?" Just then, the doorbell rang.Mrs. Itoi was about to get up when the door opened by itself.It turned out to be a young policeman wearing a windbreaker. He nodded to Nakamura, and took out a plastic bag from his pocket, which contained a brown envelope. "Mr. Itoi, this is the stolen goods found in Kubo's pocket. It's a necklace. Please take a look." Mrs. Itoi hurriedly stood up and took the envelope after bowing deeply.She turned the envelope around and let the necklace fall into her palm.Then, there was a sudden exclamation: "Oh!" The policemen asked in surprise, "What's wrong with you?" "Not this necklace!" "No?" Nakamura asked differently. "This necklace is indeed mine, but it was not taken out for a psychic game that day. This necklace is made of emerald, which is much more expensive than that pearl necklace. It was originally kept in the bedroom cabinet, but it was also taken out by someone. It's too much to steal..." "Emerald necklace?" Xia Shu mumbled for some reason. "You thought it wasn't this one that was stolen by Kubo?" "Yes, I thought he stole the pearl necklace. Isn't there a second one in his pocket?" Madame asked hopefully. "No." Nakamura replied regretfully. Mitarai stretched himself on the chair at this time, seeing Nakamura turned his face and looked at him with questioning eyes, he waved his right hand and said, "Everything is as I expected." Mitarai stood up, "There is no time left , let me be concise!" He walked around the chair and stood behind the chair, "I already know who the criminal is. Next, let me analyze how he committed the crime." "You... you, wait! Who is it?" the detective asked anxiously. "Of course it's Mr. Xia Shu, the salesman standing over there!" Xia Shu opened his eyes and shouted: "What nonsense are you talking about! How could I do such a thing? Didn't I stay in the room with everyone all the time!" Mitarai said impatiently: "I don't have time to listen to your ramblings now, you can tell the police gentlemen yourself later. Now, let me tell you how he did it. Last night, Xia Shu took everyone together Played a fake psychic game and asked everyone to come up with 7 things worth a little money." "Is that game fake?" Asami asked in bewilderment. Mitarai was still indifferent and disdainful: "Don't ask such naive questions, okay? I don't have time to explain it to you carefully. But, forget it. Shioka, come and tell her how the little magic that tricked the kindergarten children came about. Let’s do it.” ※Bandhammer Schoolの重校E-Book※ But Shi Gang also asked embarrassingly: "That...is it really fake?" Mitarai rolled her eyes and stared at the ceiling: "It's too late, why are you so stupid! I need to explain this kind of thing? She wrote on that piece of paper, and Natsuki, who claimed to have psychic ability, also prepared a piece of paper. The paper was also folded into small paper balls and hid by her side. When Asami threw the paper balls on the table again and again, finally one time, it fell to the ground. Xia Shu picked it up and returned it to Asami secretly. Hands and feet, lost the bag! Then he bragged about it mysteriously, and when everyone was not paying attention, he peeked at the note!" So it is!So he's going to throw away the one he tore up in the first place.I kind of get it, and that's because even small folds of paper wads can have subtle differences in size and shape. "All in all, he tricked everyone into bringing out valuables, with the purpose of trying to find a way to steal one or two. Then, how is he going to steal it? After much deliberation, Xia Shu may have just thought of a good way, which is to cause Let’s take advantage of the power outage incident. After all, it’s under the watchful eyes of everyone. Of course, Xia Shu has an accomplice, and he is Kubo. Kubo saw the opportunity, got up and went to the bathroom, pulled down the gate, and caused a power outage. This is how the two of them human code. "But even if the theft is smooth, if you hide the things in your pockets, you will be miserable when you meet the police, and you will be easily searched out. Therefore, the stolen goods must be transferred quickly. So, what are they going to do? This hurts me too. I did some thinking. However, I finally noticed an interesting detail. This apartment is T-shaped, and there are handrails in the corridor. Itoi’s house is on the left side of the T-shaped, and Natsuki parked his car at the bottom end of the T-shaped When he chased Kubo and ran into the house, he was already drenched. At that time, my heart moved and I noticed something..." What did he notice?Everyone held their breath and listened carefully. "The bottom part of the T-shape on the 11th floor, which is above the place where Xia Shu's car is parked, has corridors and handrails. Did he build a rope from the east side of the balcony? This was my suspicion at the time. This is why he entered the house late. Let me draw a picture for you to see." He drew a schematic diagram on the paper Natsuki used for word games. "That's it. From the left end of the T shape to its bottom end, use a strong rope. Let's call the balcony A and the handrail at the bottom of the T shape B, because the corridor of this apartment has exposed part, so it is not difficult at all to take a rope. Just tie a little weight to the rope and throw it in from the corridor outside aiming at the balcony. "Even if it made a noise, no one noticed it because of the violent wind and rain. And that little heavy object can be thrown into any river after the incident. After Xia Shu made such preparations in advance, he successfully stole the stolen goods. Then, He found an excuse to go to the balcony, fastened the necklace through the rope, and with a shake of his hand, he could easily slide the necklace along the rope to the outside of the corridor of T's own apartment. The string of the necklace was hanging from the roof of his own car. This way, it doesn't matter how much you search, and then, just go to the side of the car and untie the string, and the necklace is his. That's it, we all started to relish Watching Xia Shu's clumsy magic show, I was very interested in his plan, so I didn't reveal it. Unexpectedly, the psychic game ended smoothly. Whether it's a necklace or a Karcher watch, everything It was intact, and there was no power outage in the room. Kubo did go to the bathroom once, but he will be here soon. "I was a little surprised at the time, wondering if there was something wrong with my judgment? But I noticed Xia Shu's expression, he was also surprised and a little angry. It turned out that Kubo betrayed him. Kubo didn't follow the original plan to pull Turn off the power switch. I thought Kubo’s reason for stopping was a conscience discovery, but now that I think about it, he has actually stolen more valuable things secretly, and wants to take it all by himself. At that time, I thought their plan was bankrupt anyway, so there was no need Without saving face, I started playing with everyone and stopped thinking about it. "But Xia Shu must have been furious. He went to the balcony with Kubo. He must have blamed Kubo for not cooperating. He had a fierce fight with him. The quarrel between thieves must have been very intense. In the end, the furious Xia Shu The tree finally strangled his accomplice Kubo! When he woke up from his anger, he was naturally shocked. The corpse could not just be placed on the balcony, but if he pushed it to the Sumida River below the balcony, others would naturally ask himself What should I do about Kubo's whereabouts? At this moment, he had a flash of inspiration, and he had an idea—to use the rope. Originally, the rope was used to transfer stolen goods, but now, it is used to transfer Kubo's The dead body. He fastened Kubo’s body firmly and pushed it out to the balcony. The dead body would naturally sway on the outer wall and finally hang outside the bottom of the T-shape. As long as he held the other end of the rope and shook it hard at the end of the corridor on the 11th floor, Kubo would be dead. It will fall to the ground, creating the illusion of jumping to death. Just do it, Natsuki took off Kubo’s hat—now that I think about it, he also took out the emerald necklace in Kubo’s pocket, but there is no way, he didn’t I don’t know that the partner is so cunning—in short, he took off Kubo’s hat, tied Kubo’s body, and pushed it outside. But after pushing it, he found that something was wrong, because the rope was suddenly empty, and Kubo’s body, I don’t know where it went under a push! And just at this time, some electrical wire failed, the whole apartment was dark, and there was a real power outage. Natsuki couldn’t tell where Kubo’s body was, but he guessed, It was still on the ground downstairs, maybe next to his car, so he hurriedly gathered up the rope and threw it into the river to implement the next plan. Next, he needed to wear Kubo's hat and run across the house, causing Kubo to Running towards the end of the corridor, and jumping out from there. Fortunately, he and Kubo both wore the same color suits. The uniforms of their company employees are all similar, and no one can see clearly in the darkness. So, he first Pretending to call Kubo’s name, he ran into the house, stole the necklace he had already set his sights on, and then he opened the door and ran out. As he expected, we who were immersed in the music didn’t respond for a while, and didn’t chase after him. Come up. Regardless of the danger to his life, Xia Shu bravely climbed back to the balcony from the outer corridor. Although he would be smashed to pieces if he missed, he had no way out. Fortunately, it was only 2 meters away. It was not a difficult task. In fact, Xia Shu succeeded. Then, as Xia Shu, he returned to the house with a confused and innocent face. Kubo's hat had already been thrown into the river by him. At this time, he He had already crawled around in the wind and rain several times, and his whole body was soaked. He first pretended to ask questions in the house, and then pretended to chase Kubo, who didn't exist at all. The next thing Everyone knows, he ran to the end of the corridor and told us there that he saw Kubo jump out. You know, it was Natsuki himself who thought that Kubo's body really fell in that direction. And we ran downstairs together After searching for a long time, there was not even a shadow of a corpse. I was shocked by this, after all, it was Natsuki. He was thinking, the corpseWhere did it go?While searching desperately, the search was more careful and enthusiastic than any of us. "Where did the dead body go? According to the vibrator principle, the dead body that was hanging on the rope and swayed greatly after the rope was loosened, drew an arc, crossed the range of the apartment, and was thrown onto the elevated wire at a considerable distance. Soon, Xia Shu realized his initial misjudgment, because he heard the sound of the tram suddenly braking from above his head. Until then, he didn't think of Kubo's body, which probably flew onto the track. It is said that Kubo was lying in a puddle at that time, but the tram driver couldn't see clearly, so he ran over it directly. In this way, the scar on Kubo's neck may not be so obvious. Xia Shu must have been lucky? Kubo's The hat was thrown away by him a long time ago, and it may be floating in Tokyo Bay now. Natsuki hid the pearl necklace in his car before returning to the house with us, so don't worry, ma'am, your necklace is under the white In the RV. Well, that's all for my explanation. The most puzzling thing this time is the mystery of the body flying, and now, the mystery is finally solved. How? Do you understand? I will now I went home to watch TV. Detective Nakamura, why are you in a daze? Aren’t you in handcuffs? Hurry up and arrest the prisoner? Otherwise, he’s going to escape, after all, he’s still a smart criminal.” Nakamura walked up to Xia Shu and handcuffed him.Xia Shu seemed powerless to defend himself, and obediently did not resist. Mitarai took out his shirt from the back room, put it on, and prepared to leave.We all looked at him blankly, unable to say a word. "What's your name? I have to write a report," Nakamura said to him. "It doesn't matter what name you write, it's up to you. Shioka, let's go!" "Wait! Why didn't you say it until now? Didn't you count it yesterday?" "I'm different from you. It's rare to encounter such a thing. I want to see how it will end if it goes on like this? But Xia Shu, the murderer, seems to be in a hurry to leave. Besides, there is a jazz concert at 6 o'clock. I don't have time to play with you." "Let's talk about it someday when you're not watching TV. Where do you live?" "Go and ask them, I'm leaving. If you encounter any difficulties in solving the case in the future, it's better to be more difficult than this time, just ask me." After putting on the raincoat, he didn't look back Walking towards the door, Shi Gang followed closely behind. "Don't go. When did you know that I did it? Where did I have a flaw?" Xia Shu moaned. Mitarai turned around at the door, still with a superior attitude. "You reflect very timely! Your attitude is very good. Remember to make things clean and beautiful in the future! Also, you seem to have no flaws, just saying that the number 'seven' is not good, it is too incisive. You know I am really about it.” "What? I didn't." Natsuki muttered, and we were all a little confused. "Can you read the first letter of your own surname and first name together?" I thought about it, Naimura Natsuki.Cai, Xia, (Japanese Caixia Liandu, which happens to be the pronunciation of "seven") is really good, exactly as he said.When I raised my head to see Mitarai's expression, he had already left.I only saw the door being closed gently, without a sound—— (Finish) A certain landscape of numbers A certain landscape of numbers a landscape of numbers "4, 14, 25, 8, 3, 7, 18, 45, 4, 3, 9, 6, 1, 2, 4, 35, 11, 9..." From the other end of the phone, there was a man's voice continuously reading these numbers aloud. "Hello." Although I spoke, there was no response.Probably a typo. One day, because I wanted to hear a football broadcast, I turned the dial of the radio roughly.As a result, a voice mixed with noise was heard. "14, 2, 1, 8, 6, 9, 12, 11, 34, 6, 4, 9, 54, 67, 8..." On days off or when I left work early, I just listened to these numbers read aloud for a day.It's been ten years since I was alone.Now I have fully understood the meaning of these numbers.That is putting the progression of history in numbers.It took me ten years to figure it out.History is a wave of numbers.It is a historical design drawing that undulates softly and depicts moment by moment.According to this, every few years a war breaks out and a hero is born. From reading these figures, I learned that Kennedy, Hitler, and Napoleon were phantoms projected onto three screens arranged side by side in the distance method. And because these numbers are a history that changes from moment to moment, from the interpretation of these codes, we can also accurately know what kind of events are happening in the world now. For example: The "5, 9, 24, 8" pattern repeating itself is a plan for massive civil unrest somewhere. The repetition of "17, 8, 9, 1, 0" is a sign that scholars in a certain country are excited about a historic invention or discovery. "11, 2, 9, 8, 4" are earthquakes. "2, 4, 2, 9, 4, 3" is a harbinger of economic panic. "1, 11, 48, 0" is the birth of a hero, but also means death. Why this precious information was only given to me, I do not understand at all.He explained the changes of history to me one by one, but no one seemed to hear the broadcast.Gradually, I began to feel that these series of numbers are more beautiful sounds than any kind of poetry.At the same time, I also noticed that these numbers are hidden in the scenery I often see.Numbers have been continuously reported before my eyes since long ago, but I didn't pay attention.In this way, I no longer need radio and telephone. On a fairly sunny Saturday afternoon, I'm sitting at one of the coffee tables that line the road.The book on the table of the man next door was blown by the wind, showing me numbers one after another. "4, 11, 24, 31" and then, from the front, "2, 4, 9, 16" I look away.In other seats, young girls were playing poker.The numbers of the cards held by the woman in the black suit and black wide-brimmed hat can be seen from my seat. "14, 2, 9, 9, 4" This is a bad number.In my neighborhood, there will probably be serious traffic accidents. An old woman was walking along the stone path in front of her.A truck full of pigs was traveling at a high speed and hit the old woman.The old woman flew slowly through the air and landed at the feet of the girls playing cards. ※Bandhammer Academy's E-Book※ The truck continued to crash and rushed towards the door of the fruit shop.The oranges split and flew into the store, some of which rolled onto the road.One, two, three, four, five, I counted. The pig escaped from the truck.One head, two heads, three heads, four heads. I squinted at the rising screams, rose from my seat, and placed the four coppers on the table. I walked slowly and in large strides.It was forty-three steps when I finally reached the upward stairs.Climb up the ladder.There are thirty-six steps.Go through the wicket.There is a tram entering Line 4 in front of you.The compartments painted silver and purple are tickets for the No. 7 car. I saw an empty seat and sat down.The headline of the newspaper opened by the man in front is a record of the abduction of a two-year-old child. "5, 4, 4, 43, 36, 4, 7, 2" is not good either.Countries in the east will carry out massive air strikes. The streets are overflowing with numbers.However, it is incredible that no one noticed.Not one reads the clear numerical reports in the roadside dispatches. I finally understand.This is the report sent to me alone in the world, I am the chosen one, and history is being made before my eyes.So I finally knew that I was undoubtedly a genius chosen by God. I know everything.I think everyone around me is like anxious and incompetent ants.They cannot read the historical project that is laid before them every day, but drift like pieces of plank on a turbulent current. I can also be a prophet, king over all the people.But instead of doing that, I'm present at my friends' gatherings, uttering epigram-laden words continuously, guessing the trivial future, or guessing that an idle phone will stop after a few rings and feel elated.I showed how I was different from everyone else, contemptuous of the world and the famous.In short, I am an existence above the great men in history.History is rolling around my feet. I came to think that going to work was stupid, so I slept in the apartment from early to late every day.One morning there was a violent knock on the door.I went out and saw that it was the landlord.Seeing my face he said "8, 6, 14, 28, 16" And yet I don't know why, suddenly I don't know what that means.Just a simple arrangement of numbers. I ran to the mailbox and pulled out the newspaper.The wide paper is full of large and small numbers of unknown meaning. "What's going on here!" I yelled at the landlord behind me, "What happened?" However, he tilted his head blankly, shrugged and said, "2, 4, 14, 80, 13" I came out on the road.The words on all the signboards on the street disappeared, replaced by large and small numbers.And its significance, I do not understand at all. I spoke to pedestrians one by one.The language is completely unreasonable.They were the same, only talking about numbers with no clear meaning. I rushed back to the room, picked up the phone and dialed. That was the number I used to hear the number sound.However, after hearing the words this time, he said: "Today, at four o'clock in the afternoon, there will be a devastating earthquake." However, I have no way to convey to everyone.