Chapter 20 Chapter 20 The Hole in the Wall

I looked around: "It's not safe here, let's go to your house and talk about it." As soon as the words came out of my mouth, I knew I had said the wrong thing, his complexion suddenly changed, and the vigilance surged like a wave, drowning out all other expressions , Before I came back to my senses, he quickly ran to the door of his own house, opened the damper and got in. I hurriedly grabbed him in a hurry, and tugged with him a few times, but he still ran in the door. I'm very upset - it seems that they are very taboo to be approached by people at close range, and it is a mistake to suggest that it is a mistake to go to his house.

Just as he was about to go back, he found a small book dropped in front of the door. That little book is the notebook that the guy just recorded my trash, and I saw him put it in his coat pocket—it must have fallen out accidentally when we were pulling it.This unexpected harvest made me ecstatic. Before he found out, I quickly picked up the little book and ran back home. At home, I sat cross-legged on the bed and slowly opened the little book. I found myself picking up a treasure. Here, the details of dozens of people's lives are recorded, from the taste of eating to the taste of dressing, as well as the usual speaking habits, psychological state, all inevitable and accidental events in life, etc., have been recorded in detail.What puzzles me is, where did he get so much information?There are many contents that are very private, such as how many times someone turned over at night, what he said in his sleep, and so on.Reminiscent of the extent to which my own privacy is being pryed into, I couldn’t help but have a terrible thought—maybe there are many pinhole cameras installed in every room in this building, otherwise you can’t explain so many detailed and trivial data from Where did it come from.

When I thought of this, I couldn't sit still anymore. I stuffed the notebook into my pocket, and searched for the camera all over the room. In fact, I didn't find much. Almost as soon as I started looking, I thought of those small holes in the wall, and couldn't help but "ah". After the "ah", I quickly shut up - if I guessed correctly, the cameras I was looking for must be hidden in these small holes, and the secret was leaked from here, there is no doubt that the "ah" I just said must be has been faithfully recorded.After discovering this, I was very annoyed, so I took off all the pieces of paper on the small holes, and shone a flashlight inside, but I couldn't see anything clearly.

Although I couldn't see anything, I already decided that it must be the kind of thing I thought.This makes me angry.I poured some water into one of the holes, trying to destroy the machine inside, but I didn’t expect to pour water from a large Coke bottle. The hole still looked very deep, and no water came back, which shows that the hole is very deep. .I became interested for a while, so I connected a water pipe from the bathroom and started pouring water into it continuously. After filling for a whole day, the hole was still not filled. In the end, I got scared and withdrew the water pipe.

These are some evil holes, I thought furiously in my heart, don't mess with them, let them go. I decided to move no matter what the financial situation was. It is tomorrow to move. Before tomorrow comes, I will continue to study that little notebook carefully.This small book is very interesting. The names of people recorded on it are all nicknames, such as Baifenpi, Teppanyaki, etc. There is also a puff sleeve inside, but I am not sure if it is the puff sleeve I know.In Xiaoben's latest record, it is a garbage analysis of a guy named "Breadface". Judging from the content of the garbage, I can be sure that I am the breadface in his writing.This nickname terrified me, and I hurried to the mirror to look at it for a long time, but no matter how I looked at it, I didn’t feel that my face looked like bread?

I read those records with gusto, and before I knew it, there were footsteps outside the door, it was the neighbor across from me who came back from get off work.I put my eyes on the cat's eye to peek at my neighbors - the cat's eye has a wide and clear field of view, as if it was naturally prepared for peeping. I never thought of using it before. Today, inspired by the small book, I found this way to hide It is really a kind of enjoyment to peek at others in the dark. I continue to enjoy it. The neighbor is a man in his forties. According to what I have learned for so many days, he also has a wife and a breastfeeding doll (gender unknown), but they rarely go out. I almost thought the neighbor was a single man.

The neighbor took out the key to open the door, and my heart was in my throat—I decided to capture the moment when he opened the door and see the furnishings in his living room clearly. Of course, this is difficult, but I will try anyway. give it a try. Before the neighbor opened the door, he looked back at me suspiciously, as if he knew that I was peeking. He blocked my view with his entire broad back. I desperately changed positions inside, but I still only saw his back. Then there is a lot of water. A torrent of water gushed out of the neighbor's house, pushing the door outward, and the neighbor was washed down the stairs by the water, out of my sight.Some furniture was also crowded outwards with the water flow.At first I was very worried that the water would rush into my house, but I didn't expect the door to be closed so well without any trace of water.Instead, there was a whistling sound coming from the room, which surprised me.I hesitated for a while, not knowing whether to continue watching the water view outside the door, or go back to the room to check the source of the whistling sound.

But I didn't hesitate for a long time, because I quickly heard that the whistling sound was the sound of water, and it was the sound of many waters rushing. It may not be a good thing for this sound to appear in my room, after all, it is my own. Things matter.I jumped into the room with a stride, and without too much inspection, I found the source of those whistling sounds. The whistling sound came from the small holes in the wall, and it sounded as if a monster was about to emerge through those small holes. Those small holes were originally blocked with pieces of paper, but the piece of paper on one of the holes had disappeared, and a gust of wind blew towards the hole, and I recognized the hole at a glance.

Isn't that the hole I've been filling with water all day? This discovery was connected with the sudden torrent of the neighbor’s house. My heart beat, and I hurried to the hole to have a look—still I couldn’t see anything. I thought about it, and rushed out the door again.As soon as the door was opened, the water quickly flowed into my house. I was so scared that I hurried out and closed the door behind my back. Outside the door is a catastrophic picture.The water in the neighbor's house was still flowing out, and he had been washed down the stairs, and he was sitting there fishing his things out of the water, with many debris floating on the water.The people in the building had long been attracted by the sound, and they all crowded onto our floor, standing densely, and their lower bodies were soaked by the water.At this time, they showed astonishingly hard-working characters, trying to pick up all kinds of things from the water. At first I thought they were helping the neighbors, but who knew that after they picked up the things, they began to take pictures, record, and analyze. Same thing with my trash.I noticed that the neighbor I took his notebook was also there. He obviously prepared a new notebook again. He kept writing with a pen and rustling. I was worried that his pen and ink would not be enough. .Others were collecting things, or taking pictures, and the whole scene was very hectic, but no one spoke, and everyone looked serious, as if it was a great cause.And my neighbor was struggling to pick it up in the water, neither stopping others nor asking for help.

I suddenly thought of a question. "Where's your wife and kids?" I asked the neighbor. This question made him pause, and he stepped into the room in three steps and two steps. The other people froze for a moment, and immediately followed in like ants. I also followed in. I searched the whole room and found no children or women, but I found many holes in the walls of their house.The holes were much bigger than the ones in the walls of my house, big enough for a grown man to crawl through, gaping black and wide—I was amazed at how many of them there were in every room.The others were not surprised at all, they just kept taking photos, collecting, and recording. When my neighbor came to his senses, he finally shouted: "Get out."

So everyone got out, including me. The neighbor locked himself in the room and never opened the door again. Others continued to collect various materials at the door. I stood there for a while and then returned to my home. I started to take a closer look at the holes in my house. I tried chiseling the hole with a small chisel, and heard some hollow sounds, apparently the wall behind the hole was empty.Suddenly, I chiseled with more force and changed to a bigger tool. Not long after, a big hole was exposed behind the hole I filled with water, which could be drilled by an adult.The hole was dark, and it went far into it, and I didn't know where it led. I poked my probe inside, but I couldn't see anything. It was very strange to find such a hole in a building, so I took a flashlight and got into the hole. This is a bizarre hole, climbing two steps is a turning.The inside of the cave was soaked with water, and my clothes were also wet quickly. From time to time, a piece of steel bar was exposed from the top of my head, aiming at my head and back like a hidden weapon. Fortunately, I was alert and not injured. I climbed all the way, and there was nothing along the way, but when I turned to the fourth bend, I found two people—a woman and a child. The woman was holding on to the steel bar above her head, and the little doll in her arms was full of body like a cat. They were all stuck in her arms—even so, they couldn't be saved. The water I poured must have caused trouble. The two people were obviously dead, with their eyes closed and their lips swollen.I was a little scared, I didn't know what to do, and I was hesitating, when suddenly there was a crawling sound in front of me, and soon my neighbor appeared in the cave.He didn't seem surprised when he saw me, instead he crawled over with an affectionate expression: "Here you are? What's new?" Feeling baffled, I subconsciously pointed to the two corpses above my head.Seeing the two corpses, he let out an "ah" and shed a symbolic burst of tears, then became excited, beckoned to me, and pulled me to dig a hole in the ground.The ground was soft with water, and a hole was dug in no time, and our hands were both muddy, but there was a strange charm about the work that kept me absorbed. After we dug the hole, we buried the two corpses. The neighbor was even more excited. He shouted to me: "The woman on the third floor has a red pajamas with a mouse hole on it!" After speaking, he laughed wildly, I laughed too - a mouse hole in my pajamas?It's so funny, and even more so when we actually know such a funny thing. We laughed for a long time and exchanged a lot of ideas. He knew the other residents in this building very well, and he knew their privacy and some details about their lives. So I took out the little book and read it to him, which made his face light up.Then we climbed along the hole together, and under his guidance along the way, I found many hidden branch paths, which were all holes dug by other people.I now know that everyone has a lot of these holes dug in their homes, so that they can peep into other people's lives through these holes-and of course be peeked by other people, which is something they try to avoid, but they can't avoid it. . We walked along the holes and various branch roads to the walls of different people's houses. Through the holes the size of silver coins on the walls, we watched every move in the room. This feeling is indescribable. It is very wonderful, very cute, and makes people want to fly. I feel like I'm getting addicted. During the crawling process, we kept meeting other people, and everyone greeted each other warmly and exchanged the latest information. As long as we didn’t talk about ourselves, everyone was very happy.Everyone holds other people's secrets to some extent, and everyone's secrets are also held by others.The silence is gone here, everyone is rushing to talk, and people are crawling to and fro in the caves that extend in all directions, crawling into other people's homes, and others crawling into their own homes. The neighbors took me to several people's homes, some of which already had other people there, so we collected information together; some of the owners hadn't gone out yet, and were trying to plug the holes in the wall with flour, so we dug out some more. The new hole, laughing at the owner's actions, without caring whether he heard; many times, when we peeped at others from the small hole, we just saw the owner of the house slipping into the hole in the wall, and soon with We rendezvous, and we obey the rules, leave the house, and look for our next target. Soon I got separated from my neighbors, and I crawled around in the cave alone, exchanging different gossip with others, feeling very comfortable.I am not very familiar with the path in the cave. I have passed the same place many times. I have passed the place where the corpse was buried three times. Every time, I found that the corpse had been found and was taking pictures, but after they finished taking pictures, they went to the cave again. Bury them and wait for the next person to find them. After climbing for a long time, I felt sleepy, but I couldn't find the way back, so I just found a hole in a house and got out, and walked out directly from the gate of his house. That's how we met during the day and pretended not to know each other, and at night we peeped into other people's secrets together in the cave.I have carved out several passages myself, and these passages are soon connected with those of others.Since I work in journalism, I can tell the gossip in a pleasant way, and they all like to chat with me, so I got more news from them. It didn't take long for my family to accumulate A thick pile of such materials—this is a valuable asset. I am always afraid of being taken away by the people in the cave, and I hide them every day, but I still find that the materials have been moved. We just like this There is no game in the world more fun than spying on and guarding against each other. It turns out that I'm pretty creative, and when I discovered the value of information, I started asking my interlocutors to whisper to me so our message wouldn't be heard by others.It didn't take long for everyone to master this low-pitched communication skill. There was no loud noise in the walls anymore, and there were low rattling sounds everywhere.At first, people still made a small sound, and later, it became more severe, just exhaling from the lips, and soon sublimated to lip reading.People silently exchanged the details of other people's lives with their lips moving, and the whole solitary building fell into eternal silence. Later, we didn't even use lip language, because it was still easy for other people to peek at the information. We started to communicate with our eyes, and the mysterious eyes flowed in the cave like an electric current, and the information was transmitted to every household in this way. Everyone spy on me, I spy on everyone.After reaching this state, our information is greatly enriched, and everyone has no privacy at all. Although everyone is doing their best to protect privacy, it is useless, and their eyes reveal everything.It's annoying to have your privacy exposed, but luckily having everyone else's privacy in your hands makes things less uncomfortable. It's a pity that such a good time passed quickly.The two corpses we hid in the cave began to emit a stench. No matter how hard we tried, the stench could not be eliminated. It floated along the exit of the cave to every house. The whole isolated building stinks. The people who went out of the isolated building were also covered with this stench, which aroused the vigilance of the nearby residents. When the police came, they quickly found the body and began to ask us what was going on. Of course, the people in the solitary building will not say anything.Our faces are expressionless, our lips are tightly pressed, and we only exchange a mysterious look from time to time. The police asked for a long time, but they didn't ask anything. They were shocked by the inspection of those caves, and they politely invited the people in the whole building to the same place. Some people asked us some questions kindly, and we still He didn't say anything, but still conveyed his eyes mysteriously and deeply. So we were locked up, locked up in a mental hospital. It is very annoying for normal people to live in a mental hospital. Fortunately, there is no money for board and lodging, and the food is not bad. More importantly, secrets are kept, and in this hospital, there are many new secrets waiting for us. We exchanged glances knowingly, looking forward to the night.