Chapter 19 Chapter 19 Peeping

I hid in the grass and didn't dare to come out until they took everything away in transparent plastic bags and cleaned up the scene without leaving any traces, so I still didn't dare to come out. I'm terrified that they'll find out that I've found them. I feel that things are more serious. Looking back on everything that happened here, it seems that I have been isolated by some kind of force and watched by many pairs of eyes at the same time, but I don't know who they are.This building is indeed weird. When I wanted to move in, several colleagues tried their best to dissuade me, saying that I couldn't live in it, but no one could explain why I couldn't live in it.

I started to have all kinds of associations, these associations include secret room killings, spy wars, aliens, etc., but all these thoughts can't explain my question-why are they so interested in my garbage?I could have sworn it was nothing but rubbish. But what's so weird about it if it makes me want to figure it out?At the critical moment, I thought of calling the police, so I called the police.After patiently listening to what I said on the phone, the policeman asked, "What else?" I froze for a moment: "No more." The policeman smiled: "Have you been watching "The Plum Blossom File" recently?" This TV series was playing on TV, and I was indeed watching it, so I hummed in agreement.

"That's it," the policeman said, "Don't think about it, it's a peaceful age." After speaking, he hung up the phone without waiting for my reply. It took me a long time to hang up the phone before I realized it. The police thought it was a fantasy I had watched too much TV, which made me very angry. I didn't expect the people's police to distrust the people so much.At first I wanted to make a phone call, but after thinking about it, this is really not a big deal, it's just someone looking through my trash, as long as I didn't take out my money bag, the police probably wouldn't bother me.

It seems that I have to figure it out on my own. Since then, I have changed my strategy. Puff sleeves seem to be a solid fortress, and attacking from the front will not be effective in the short term.The behavior of those neighbors reminded me that they can rummage through my garbage bags, and I can certainly rummage through theirs. I can do more. The enemy is dark and we are clear, and conventional tactics can no longer be used. Although I have a sunny face and a sunny heart, that doesn't mean I haven't seen darkness.If anyone is interested in looking at the house I lived in when I was a child, I will find some hidden holes in the door, which I made specially to watch TV when I was in school. People found out, which shows that I have the potential for voyeurism.Now I decided to give full play to my talent.

I decided to take a peek. The action started in the morning. I asked for leave on this day, got up before dawn, leaned against the window, opened the curtain a small crack, and looked out from here.When it was about to go to work, people began to come out one after another. Every time a person came out, I made a mark on the small notebook. When the number of marks increased to 50, no one came out again.The number 50 is an official statistical data, and it is also a coincidence. Last time the neighborhood committee came to the Gulou to count the occupation status of each household, I was not at home, so when they came again, I happened to see the complete occupation statistics of the Gulou. I was able to know that there are a total of 50 people who go to work and school in the whole building, and the rest are old people and children.

Since it was peeping, of course we had to take advantage of the least number of people. Now there are less than 20 people left in the building, which is the best time. According to the data in the statistical report, the Puff Sleeve downstairs is living alone. Now she is not at home, and after a few days of entanglement, I am familiar with her. It is said that it is the most convenient to spy on her home.But the purpose of my voyeurism is to find out why the neighbors are weird, not really voyeurism, peeping into a girl's room like this makes me feel dirty, so I chose the one opposite the puff sleeve, who is also celibate man.

After I conducted a comprehensive investigation of that man's home, I couldn't help but deeply understand the difficulty of peeping—this man's home is like a safe, not only is there no gap in the door that allows light to pass through, even the windows are closed Strictly, the curtains were drawn tightly, and one could not see anything inside. I had to change the target. I didn't expect the whole building to be like this. Every household has wrapped itself extremely tightly without leaving a single gap, which is really amazing. I shuttled between the residents diligently like an ant. I even checked the Puff Sleeves’ house that I didn’t want to attack, but found nothing, and the time passed like this. The night seemed to come very quickly, and people began to return home one after another. , when they saw me standing in front of the building looking up at the solitary building, they all looked at me with vigilant expressions, and Puff's expression became strange, maybe it was because I didn't pester her all day today, which made her feel uncomfortable Get used to it.Looking at their expressions, I am more and more sure that there is a huge secret hidden among them. This secret is closely related to their indifference and my garbage bag. I have to figure out what is going on, otherwise it will be very dangerous.

It must be dangerous, I had a hunch. I am more determined to peep. Facing the solitary building at night, I stood quietly for a long time. Many eyes stared at me from upstairs in the darkness. Although I didn't see those eyes, I felt the power of the eyes. I didn't hide, and when I was standing here, I discovered another peculiarity of the solitary building. It was already night at this time, surrounded by a black sky, the shape of people could not be seen clearly from two meters away, and the lights in the farmhouses in the distance had been turned on. Usually, at this time, I must have been unable to see clearly at home. Things, the lights were already on.However, standing downstairs at this time, I found that there was no light in the whole building, and every window was pitch black, with no light coming out.The solitary building is wrapped in complete darkness, and its dark and lonely shadow reveals a somewhat gloomy feeling, which makes me feel a little bit creepy in addition to being full of doubts.

My neighbors have all gone home, why don't they turn on the lights in this dark night? I can't imagine how to see things in the house without turning on the lights. Could it be that they are all reaching out and groping?That kind of groping scene emerged in my mind. People in the dark stretched their hands forward and walked slowly. At first thought of this situation, I thought it was funny, but when I thought about it again, it made me creepy. Thinking of that scene, I could no longer stay in the darkness downstairs, so I hurried upstairs.Passing by the neighbor's house along the way, I couldn't hear a sound, and I couldn't see any light from the door. The street lamp was already broken, and I usually didn't take it seriously, but today it made me scared, and I hurriedly rushed up.

I rushed to my home, quickly turned on the lights in all the rooms, gasped for breath, couldn’t help but look out of the window again—the dead silence, the double loneliness of vision and hearing, no sound and no light—but the sense of smell became lively, The smell of food wafted from the windows of the neighbors. I ate something casually and fell on the bed thinking about something.As soon as I fell down, I felt something stuck on my back. I turned over and saw a small pile of cement blocks on the bed. I don't know where it came from.I subconsciously look at the ceiling, there is no damage there.This confuses me immensely.It is not the first time that cement blocks have been found at home. Since I moved here, I have found some of these things in the corners every day. I think they are left by the landlord when he painted the house. The fact that this thing is in my bed today makes me uneasy.Thinking back to the sounds I heard these days and nights, besides the sound of people talking, the sound of animals crawling is always there, maybe it is a mouse.

So I started looking for mouse holes all over the house, but of course I couldn't find them. Not to mention mouse holes, there wasn't even a wormhole on the wall. But I found some light-colored small pieces of paper on the wall. I don't know when these small pieces of paper were pasted up. The color is the same as the wall paint. If you don't look carefully, you can't see it at all. They are pasted on the wall one by one. I don't know what they are for.I picked up a piece of paper and looked at it, only to find that there was a hole the size of a one-yuan coin just behind the small piece of paper.The mouth of the hole was black, looking at me like eyes. I was a little scared, but also curious. I poked it in with my chopsticks. The chopsticks reached the end, but I didn’t know how deep the hole was. There seemed to be a wind blowing out of the hole. It is cold wind. I hesitated for a while, and connected to uncover several small pieces of paper, all of which had the same hole in the back. For a while, the wall was covered with black holes, facing me eeriely, breathing cold wind towards me. I'm scared. Who knows what's in this hole?Maybe it's a mouse, maybe it's a bug, maybe it's a snake, but I don't like any of them.I quickly re-pasted the small piece of paper on the hole, but the uneasiness in my heart still lingered. This house is really weird. If I hadn't been short of money, I would have moved out immediately. At ten o'clock, the voices of the households became lively as usual, and all the gossip reached my ears very clearly, as if the speaker was right beside me.Sometimes the sound that suddenly rings in my ears will startle me. Fortunately, I have become very familiar with the super sound guiding ability of this house in the past few days, so I am not frightened. Instead, I listened to it with relish. those words.The content of those conversations, the revelation of everyone’s family trifles, has been detailed like a family panorama record, but I can’t tell who they are talking about from the conversations, because when they talk about others, they all use “that people" instead.A few days ago, I knew that the "new guy" they were talking about was me, but in recent days, they no longer mentioned this word in their conversations, and obviously I also became a member of "that guy" , which makes it difficult for me to distinguish, because too much information enters my ears at the same time, many people's voices are very similar, and I can't capture the specific information that belongs to me. This kind of inadvertent eavesdropping satisfies my unsatisfied peeping desire to some extent during the day, but in this way, the desire has not been alleviated, but has become stronger.Afternoon?book club? It was so intense it made me restless. I tossed and turned all night thinking about my plans for tomorrow. The next day, I asked for leave again.I wait until everyone who is supposed to go to work has gone to work before I go out.Before I went out, I removed the little pieces of paper on the wall and sprayed some bug spray into the holes, hoping it would help. I put two bags of garbage on the open space downstairs and hid aside.According to the usual practice, after two or three minutes, several people came out of the building one after another, repeated what I saw that morning, carefully checked my garbage, and then they went back one after another. I took aim at the last man walking. When everyone else had disappeared in the corridor, he happened to enter the corridor, and I stopped him at this moment. "Wait!" I said. At first he prepared to go around blankly, but when he realized that this was not feasible, he stopped. "Why go through my trash?" I asked. His face is expressionless. "You violated my privacy," I said. His face is expressionless. "What's your last name?" I felt like I was incoherent. His face is expressionless. ... I said a lot, but he remained expressionless, as if he had never heard my words, as if there was no such person as me in front of him.To be honest, I began to admire him. It is very difficult for a person to be able to turn a blind eye to other people's actions. It is not easy to control the muscles of the face alone. Seeing him clenching his teeth and looking at death as if at home, I suspect that he must have Is a revolutionary martyr. I changed the method. "Do you know the secret of the family living above you?" Fu Zhixin, I suddenly thought of saying this, and it turned out afterwards that this is a very correct way. Although he still insisted on keeping his face expressionless, his eyes flickered obviously. I'm sure. "I can tell you." I deliberately lowered my voice, leaned towards him, and said with a mysterious expression. He quickly licked his lips, looked around, and said in a low voice: "I have a relatively comprehensive grasp of their family's situation." I finally heard his voice, a little hoarse, in every noisy place At night, I heard his voice countless times, and now I have finally found the owner of the voice. "Wrong," I suppressed the excitement in my heart, and whispered mysteriously and dignifiedly, "Did you know that their family has a copy of the latest issue of Reader?" I don't know who has the latest "Reader", but this magazine is very popular, let's say it this way, unexpectedly, as soon as he said it, his expression became anxious, he got closer to me, and said in a low voice "Yeah, I've turned every page and found nothing, you?" He looked at me longingly. I lowered my voice so low that I couldn't even hear it, leaving only a hissing voice against my lips: "Didn't you notice page 19?" He started to sweat, and his expression became more anxious: "What happened to that page?"