Chapter 4 Chapter 3 Rampage

A good actor will work hard to meet the director's requirements and perform well. A good director is probably also a good screenwriter. He will look at the qualifications of the actors, and he will deliver a good show no matter what.Therefore, a good director must not be in a hurry. The reason is the same as Wong Kar Wai's "2046" which has been directed for several years and has not yet finished. From now on, I want to observe the personal characteristics of these tenants from a new perspective, and more importantly, I want to try to gain insight into what kind of motivation lies behind the daily life of these people.

What kind of motivation would that be? How many new possibilities will those dynamics lead to? I'm not a psychiatrist, or even studied psychology, so in order to fully understand the deep dynamics behind our daily actions, I had to go a step further. I need to hear.I need to see more. Taking advantage of the short time for everyone to go out, I sneaked into the empty door with the key, and installed bugs in the sockets in the corners of each room and the smoke detectors in the corridor. I tried it, and the effect was barely ok. Put the new movable pinhole camera in the hidden corners of every room, living room, and corridor to expand the viewing angle a lot.

Then I went to a second-hand appliance store and bought eight second-hand TV sets. This way, I didn't need to switch signals all the time to monitor the six tenants in turn. I could even check the elevator at once. A blank notebook is of course also a must, I can imagine how wonderful the doodles on it will be. That's how it started. "Hi, little sister!" Ms. Chen often greets Mr. Wang's daughter amiably. At first, Mr. Wang, who lived across the street, always reminded Ms. Wang: "Tangtang, her name is Sister Chen." But after a while, Ms. Wang became close to Ms. Chen naturally, because Ms. Chen would occasionally buy some small gifts for Ms. Wang. It is a small toy from McDonald's, and sometimes it is an extra snack that Ms. Chen bought.

If Ms. Chen's two boyfriends don't come to stay overnight, and Ms. Chen is in a good mood or bored in every possible way, Ms. Wang will be called by Ms. Chen's enthusiastic voice to her boudoir to watch TV or eat. Hour.Mr. Wang never refused politely, but I knew from the monitor that Mr. Wang was actually not very happy. I guess it was because Ms. Chen had two boyfriends, which left a bad impression on Mr. Wang. "Xiaorou, I want to try your little mouth tonight." Ms. Chen's tall boyfriend untied his belt with a smile. Ms. Chen narrowed her eyes and locked the door seductively.

He is a man who is as possessive as he is sexual. He even listens to the phone when Ms. Chen makes a phone call. The man grabbed Ms. Chen's head, Ms. Chen knelt down, her office uniform was still on, her pink tongue gently wrapped around her boyfriend's penis, I also took off my pants. opposite. "Dad, why does Sister Chen have two boyfriends?" Xiaomei Wang asked curiously, showing a mischievous smile. "Good boy, go to bed quickly, and you'll understand what adults do later." Mr. Wang frowned and pushed his daughter to the bed, and hugged her to put her to sleep. However, Miss Chen's tongue skills were extraordinary, and her boyfriend started moaning.

I turn the volume down, the man's cry will make me impotent. The same goes for Mr. Wang, who is visibly uncomfortable. His hands raised a big bag in the quilt, hesitating. How many days can he hesitate?How many months?Or how many years?While playing with my second child, I tried to figure out Mr. Wang's complicated state of mind. After all, to me, a crime is not an explosive deviance. Crime is a predictable state of mind. "Oh, Mr. Wang! Let's have a meal and chat someday!" Lao Zhang always talks about polite words. When he meets Mr. Wang who is similar in age when he goes upstairs, he always pretends to be familiar with him, but he is restrained. Mr. Wang, who was almost taciturn, responded with his usual shy smile, which was just a polite remark anyway.

After returning to the room after get off work, Lao Zhang often sits in front of the binoculars while picking up lunch, randomly looking for prey to peep at. Masturbating while looking at the peeping disc, or sneaking open the door to see if there is anyone in the corridor, if no one comes in or out, there is a 36% chance that Lao Zhang will put the binoculars in his backpack and walk under my head The rooftop set up a telescope to peek at the people across the street. Quite bold, after all, the rooftop is a public place where everyone hangs their clothes, and everyone can pop up. A few times, I would deliberately disturb him.

"Hi! Zhang! Hanging clothes?" I lazily walked up to the roof, pretending to come to the roof to do some exercise. Lao Zhang's face was a little flustered, but his tone was calm: "Oh! Come up to do some exercise? I'm watching birds." "What kind of birds are there to watch in this big city?" I bent down and stretched my muscles, pretending not to be interested in his hobbies. "Well said, I really hope that one day I can have a free time to go to the countryside, so as not to look at the plum blossoms and quench my thirst here, it is full of little sparrows." Lao Zhang used idioms indiscriminately, and quietly adjusted the lens of the telescope by an octave.

"Well, the air pollution in the city is serious." I said casually, doing gymnastics towards the sunset. And Lao Zhang just stood up with the binoculars, observing the sparrows on the telegraph pole in a decent manner. After half an hour, I waved him goodbye and left him some time to peek openly. After all, Lao Zhang is very cheeky, I don't want to suppress his dark side for too long, and make his unrepressed emotions turn into a fist and hit me. A good director must understand the emotions of the actors and further control the emotional waves of any actor. As a college student in his twenties, Bai Yan is a very boring young man.

And got a disease called "no future". "Quickly use the nunchucks! Humph! Quickly use the nunchucks! Humph!" Once Boyan was wearing earphones, jumping with cramps all over his body, and passed me in the corridor. "Why do you use nunchucks?" I stopped and asked Bo Yan on the shoulder. Bai Yan frowned, but didn't stop his cramped body. I pulled his earphones off and asked again, "I said, why use nunchucks?" "Hum ha ha! Use the nunchaku! Use the nunchaku!" Bai Yan happily chanted, waving his fingers in quick strange symbols in front of my eyes.I had to pretend to understand.

At the end of the corridor, I watched Bo Yan open the door like a monkey and go in, and I felt an indescribable disgust in my heart. Is it because I was kicked out before finishing college?Is it jealousy and hatred for his squandering youth? I'm too lazy to do the analysis for myself, but it's true that I really like disturbing Bai Yan's life. Sometimes you have to try to accept what kind of person you are. If you are the kind of person who was spurned by all the characters at the end of the TV series and sent to the police station, and then unfortunately beaten up in prison, "build your own happiness on the pain of others" You must also accept the words of the villains on the top.secretly accepted.Then do it.Everyone has their own place in this world, and to do well what you should do is to fulfill your duty. Bo Yan likes to masturbate, he loves it very much, but the result of ejaculating three times a day makes him lose his focus on schoolwork. I can understand why he and his left hand are so good, because this useless man who studied in college can't get a girlfriend at all. I once adjusted the pinhole screen to the maximum, and found that he always has two legs on the computer table, and his left hand Grabbing his dirty thing quickly, he ejaculated on the faces of Japanese AV actresses such as Madoka Ozawa, Atsumi Kawashima, and Hitomi Shiraishi. This is unbearable.I can't stand him having sex with the same girls as me. "Butt, buckle, buckle, buckle!" I knocked on the door lightly, with my hands on my hips. There was the sound of things colliding in the room. "Knock, click, click! Click, click!" I knocked on the door impatiently, laughing to myself. Bo Yan opened the door in a panic, pretending to be nonchalant, but he was no different than Lao Zhang, his face looked like a murderer who had a dead body stuffed in the rear compartment but was caught by the roadside. I lightened my throat, smiled and said, "It's okay, I just came to ask if you're still used to living here?" Bai Yan was a little surprised, but quickly replied: "I'm used to it." Damn, can't you even say thank you?Don't you know I was going to rent five thousand dollars a month? I smiled: "Is there anything that needs to be improved?" Bai Yan was a little impatient, and said, "No, um, it would be better if it was a little cheaper." I nodded and smiled, "I'll think about it." I patted him on the shoulder and said, "If you need any help, remember to tell uncle." I left and heard the sound of Bai Yan closing the door. Back in front of the TV, I stared at Bo Yan jerking off, counting the time.The average shooting time for this guy is three minutes and forty-seven seconds, but it will depend on who the AV actress is. He is now staring at the new actress Strawberry Milk, and Strawberry Milk's average record is four minutes and eight seconds. Hurry up, I put Bo Yan on the computer screen, I know Strawberry Milk is about to suck out sperm (because I have seen that film), and Bo Yan will always be two beats slower. I picked up the phone and dialed the number in Bai Yan's room. Only the "Dial" button was left unpressed. Bai Yan's hands became more and more anxious, and the strawberry milk had already sucked out the essence, he opened his hands, and slowly spit on the palms of his hands. Bai Yan's back shook more and more violently, so I quickly pressed "Dial". On the TV screen, Bai Yan twitched, but it wasn't the twitch of ejaculation, but was frightened. Bai Yan looked at the phone angrily, and punched the table heavily.bump! "Hi, I'm the landlord." "what?" "I just want to ask you, I can't figure out why I use nunchucks all day? What are they used for?" "..." "Ok?" "That's a song, Jay Chou's song." "Oh, yeah, newcomer? I'm so out of date." "..." Bai Yan hung up the phone. I watched Bai Yan on the TV with satisfaction, fell on the bed, shot and ejaculated indiscriminately, and then lay down and fell asleep. This kid's ejaculation is really not smooth today. The two gay men who lived downstairs in Bai Yan interacted well with other people living in this house, which was quite different from what I had originally imagined. I originally thought that Guo Li and Linghu would build their nests here just because they wanted to find a hidden nest for sex, because they were afraid that their family members would know their gay identities, but they didn't all regard it as a place. Cheap hotels, especially Guo Li, can greet everyone, completely different from Bai Yan, who is not polite and has no future. "Everyone please eat." The elderly Guo Li would occasionally buy some drinks and small cakes and put them on the living room table on the first floor, with notes attached.Really know how to behave.Even in the refrigerator in the kitchen, Guo Li often puts a chocolate milk family number and a bucket of ice cream, with a note saying that everyone is welcome to take it as you please, so Lao Zhang always takes it when the chocolate milk is about to expire. Store in your own room. Guo Li is in his forties, but his skin is well maintained, and his face looks gentle and smart. In addition, he has a university teaching job with good salary and high social status. I guess he must be very popular in the gay world. worth.I learned from several brief conversations with him that he actually has a wife and children, but his family did not know his sexuality. "I can understand why you want to hide your true sexual orientation. Well, people, there are always some secrets that you don't want others to know, even family members." I said, drinking the beer that Guo Li treated. "Actually, I didn't deliberately hide it." Guo Li smiled slightly with crow's feet eyes: "I like men, but I also like women. Love is love, regardless of gender." "Take a photo! Take a photo! It makes sense, why didn't I think about it before?" Lao Zhang patted his thigh vigorously with his hand, looking suddenly enlightened.But I know he has no interest in this topic at all, he just likes to talk about it. "It's a blessing to be able to accept the love of two genders, but it's definitely not a sin." Guo Li smiled. He even held a beer in a gentlemanly manner, not a sissy at all. "When did you and Linghu meet?" I asked, which I couldn't overhear from their daily conversations. "It's been a long time. He used to be my student." Guo Li only spoke to this point, and seemed to be unwilling to continue with a smile. "Ah! It's a teacher-student relationship! Haha, I really have you! It's a pity that I teach an elementary school! I'm not as lucky as you!" Lao Zhang yelled exaggeratedly, and I thought it was bullshit. And Linghu just sat quietly at the side, looking at the sociable Guo Li, showing a satisfied smile from time to time. Linghu is only twenty-seven years old and has a strong body. I often see him exercising in the room, sometimes for more than two hours at a time. Well-defined abs. I can understand why Linghu is so diligent in exercising.It was a qualification, a condition of being cared for. "teacher." Linghu leaned naked on Guo Li's slightly protruding belly. Guo Li slowly stroked Linghu's beautiful back muscles while reading a book. Whenever his nails moved on Linghu's body, Linghu would tremble involuntarily, When Guo Li squeezed Linghu's butt, Linghu would still laugh, like a happy groundhog. Speaking of groundhogs, Linghu's eyes are really like groundhogs, very big. I can almost see his happy pupils reflecting Guo Li's mature face from the TV screen, and feel his love for Guo Li. The dependence of power is love.I can't help but stand in awe. Linghu's curly hair is like Frodo the hobbit in the movie Lord of the Rings, black and beautiful, Guo Li often sniffs Linghu's hair greedily like a cat watching a mouse and talks for a long time (I turn the volume to the maximum, and I still listen to it) less than his soft whispers), so Linghu washed his hair for as long as 20 minutes, fearing that there would be a slight oily smell. When it comes to making love, the young Linghu has explosive power, while the older Guo Li has rich experience and gentle skills. The two of them don't have to make love. It takes a long time to start the cannonball, and it takes an average of more than an hour to entangle. The position of the two making love is quite monotonous. Most of the time, Guo Li acts as the so-called No. 1 on top, while the muscular Linghu is at the mercy of Guo Li, quite obedient.Frankly speaking, if you want to see it as love, it's better to stare at Miss Chen who often makes waves, she has many tricks. The six tenants in these five rooms may all be the building friends that everyone met when they rented the house, and everyone may pass them by on the street. But Yingru is not. Not only was I surprised, I was also terrified. Terrified. I will always remember the day when the elevator made a "cracker" sound. At that time, I was holding a notebook full of people's behavior patterns, biting the pen holder, and lying on the bed thinking: "What kind of script can we weave based on what these people are doing "at this stage"?If I can successfully dissect their psychology, can I really know their "moral limit"? " I just stared at my notebook and there was no good solution. "Kara, Kara..." The old and mottled elevator suddenly started to work. I don't know if it is the sound made by the so-called gear bite, or parts such as crawlers. I was a little surprised, and switched the screen of Bai Yan's room. The elevator is not often used, so I didn't buy a TV to monitor it. Now that I think about it, it is really wrong, and the picture in the elevator is also wonderful. I looked at the TV screen, Yingru, who just left the house not long ago, was standing in the elevator with a man, of course I had never seen that man before, and it seemed that he was not very familiar with Yingru.Yingru stood in front of the elevator buttons, quietly looking at the rusty metal fence, while the strange man was dressed in fashion, standing cautiously behind Yingru's left and looking at Yingru's skirt, without saying a word. But he was smiling inside, I could see it. The fence opened, Yingru smiled and nodded behind her, the man was very polite, almost polite and nodded in response, followed Yingru out of the elevator and into her room. I have to admit that I thought that Yingru's life was so simple that I completely misjudged this plain girl. I don't know Yingru at all. Judging one person on the surface, on surfaces, on the surface of 24/7 surveillance, may not be enough to get you to know another. What is observed from the surface is ultimately what is on the surface. To claim that all actions are reflected from the depths of the soul is actually arrogance and ignorance to the extreme. Yingru doesn't like to talk, at least she is the most taciturn in this house. I often can't overhear her for a whole day, which may be the key to my inability to get a glimpse of her state of mind.The only way out is the book she reads every night. Gardening arrangements, financial management, spiritual whispers, horoscope divination, celebrity biographies, popular science, and even supernatural metaphysics.Yingru's wide range of interests made it difficult for me to understand. Yingru entered the room, and the man followed. "Nice little room," the man said, looking absently at the bed. "Tell me about yourself, would you like coffee or water?" Yingru's smile was slightly dimpled, beckoning the man to sit on the edge of the bed. "Let's have some coffee. Haven't I introduced myself on the Internet? It should be you, you are the owner of this place." The man didn't sit on the bed obediently, but put his hands on Yingru's shoulders lightly, looking Note that Yingru skillfully uses the coffee machine. "Tell me about you, talk more." Yingru's soft voice had a kind of soft magic power: "I'm afraid you won't be able to say anything after a while." Coffee trickles from the silver mouth. "You are really curious about me. Frankly speaking, I also feel that I am special. Ha, maybe you have already felt it when chatting with me on the Internet, but what I said is special, not the special thing that you do with girls casually , but don't mind, I'm not saying you are casual, you also know that everyone has some secrets, and..." The man started talking endlessly, and instantly changed himself. Yingru just listened quietly, neither showing interest nor impatient expression. The coffee was ready, Yingru carefully poured two cups, one for the man and one for herself. The man took two sips of the coffee, looked at Yingru and smiled, "It smells so good." Yingru put the coffee in her hand on the coffee table, and held the coffee in the man's hand with a blank expression. "Huh?" The man was puzzled, but he still let Yingru take the coffee away. Almost at the exact moment, the man closed his eyes, dropped his hands to the ground, and immediately passed out. How bizarre. I can't see that there is such a thing living in Yingru's body, this is the place that makes my breath the most chilly. Yingru went to the toilet and poured two cups of coffee on the sink. She took out a large plastic bag and a few thick ropes from the drawer, spread the plastic bag under the man, picked up the rope and tied the man firmly to the chair, all the movements could not be said to be very skilled, but there was no hesitation .I can't help but wonder if Yingru has ever done the same thing, or rehearsed it a thousand times in her head?Why didn't Yingru show any signs of this kind of action? The man fell asleep, of course he didn't know. Yingru sat on the bed facing him, as if thinking about something. I was so nervous because I had no idea what was going to happen next. "Yingru, Yingru, what are you doing?" I gripped the remote control tightly and kept flicking the pinhole camera to see Yingru's expression clearly.My palms were sweaty, and my feet kept shaking each other uneasily. Yingru finally moved. She knelt down and pulled out a small wooden box from under the bed. I quickly pressed my face to the TV screen to see what was in the small box. Yingru opened the small wooden box, took out a jar that looked like pills, opened it, took out a few white or yellow pills in her hand, poured a glass of water, and opened the man's mouth with her hand, Put the pills and water in it. "Rat poison? Sleeping pills? Or ecstasy?" I speculated wildly and became uneasy. After feeding the man with unknown pills, Yingru looked at the unconscious man, lying on the bed reading a book, an anthology of short stories, as if nothing had happened. I was sweating profusely looking at the screen, waiting for Yingru's next move, unable to distract myself from what other people were doing. Time passed by, and the man showed no sign of waking up. Could it be that what Yingru fed him was poison?Should I call the police? I was walking around in the room, not knowing what to do. This is my house. I don’t want the house to be rented out if someone dies. Adding the murder is simply unbearable. It's the same for both the one who killed and the one who did it. What's more, the murder happened right under my feet! I just paced around the room anxiously, absurdly the whole night, while Yingru was lying on the bed peacefully and sleeping. At noon the next day, the pendulum of the man's head swayed slightly, but his consciousness was obviously unclear, and he couldn't even open his eyes.After Yingru woke up, she took out the same medicine bottle from under the bed, shook out a few pills and stuffed them into the man's mouth. She touched the man's throat to make sure that he had indeed swallowed the pills, and Yingru changed her body. Clothes walked out of the room, locked the door and went downstairs to leave. "This woman is crazy, but she doesn't seem to want to escape?" I was suspicious, my mental state was already a lot lax due to insomnia, but Yingru walked out of the room calmly, and she definitely didn't want to leave. I decided to venture into Yingru's room to see what tricks she was up to. While Bo Yan was still asleep, I tiptoed and entered Yingru's room with the key, I could almost hear the huge heartbeat. Yingru is beyond guessing, will she come back suddenly?How soon will you be back?My existing stats are useless, but I have to go into the room and see the man. Gently close the door, my nose is full of sweat. I looked at the man, he was so pale, but he was definitely not dead, at least not yet.After sniffing his breath, I wanted to roll his eyelids, only to realize that I wasn't wearing gloves.I don't want to have fingerprints on this man who is likely to be dead. "You're unlucky." I said in my heart, secretly glad that I didn't chat and drink coffee in Yingru's room. I squatted down, looked for the small wooden box, put four coins in the four corners of its position, carefully took it out, and held my breath to open it. Gasoline, soy sauce, rodenticide, sleeping pills, hydrochloric acid, polio vaccine, diphtheria and other vaccines, cobra venom, venomous snake venom, and some glass jars filled with cloudy and unclear liquid, and a dead mouse was floating in one of the glass jars!Yet another glass jar contained crushed remains of unknown reptiles, soaked in a gelatinous liquid of a color I cannot describe.And the medicine jar that Yingru took out last night contained powerful sleeping pills. I stared blankly and closed the wooden box. Yingru turned out to be crazy. I raised my head and looked at the man who didn't know how long he would suffer at an elevation angle of forty-five degrees. When I was about to sigh a few words of encouragement to him, I vaguely heard very light footsteps coming from the stairs. My stomach turned and I felt like throwing up. Come back so soon? I grabbed my chest violently, afraid that the violent heartbeat would reveal my whereabouts. Yingru went out and never came back so soon. I was delusional to think that she was at least a little estimable. Kill Yingru? I was so flustered that this ridiculous scene flashed through my mind! The footsteps were getting closer. "Kill her unconscious!" I was determined in my heart, no matter what I thought, as long as I was determined, I would not panic! Because I can't see the consequences for the time being! I held my breath and stood behind the door.He clenched his fists tightly until his entire arm vibrated slightly. Where should Ying Ru faint immediately? A little above?Or a little below? Or should I slash at the neck with a hand knife like in the movie? My mind went blank. Footsteps stopped at the door. My eyes narrowed, a little dizzy. There was a rattling sound of metal in the keyhole, and the door opened slightly. I feel hot all over. Yingru hesitated at the door for some reason. Did you find me? The door closed softly. Yingru did not enter the room. I listened carefully to the movement outside the room, and the footsteps moved gently towards the other end of the corridor. where to go Where to? The footsteps seemed to want to go upstairs! Without thinking too much, I immediately put the small wooden box out of the bed according to the position of the four coins, put the coins back in my pocket, leaned against the door to listen to the sound of footsteps, and slipped away at any time. There were no footsteps. "Button." ah?Yingru is knocking on my door! I opened the door immediately, walked out on tiptoes, and locked the door without daring to breathe. "Button." Yingru was still knocking on my door. Should I go up? Should I go up there pretending nothing happened? I tiptoed downstairs, heartbroken, I didn't want to meet Yingru at all, especially I didn't know if Yingru found someone in the room, so she wanted to come in with me? If this is the case, with my complexion so bad and coming up from downstairs, Yingru will definitely suspect that I have the key!I can't even imagine what an embarrassing and distorted picture that would be. If not, why did Yingru, who never took the initiative to look for me, knock on my door at this time?There is still a week until the end of the rent payment. Just escape. I opened the door and walked out of the house. Take a deep breath. Inside McDonald's. I dig into the chocolate sundae, trying to calm down the heaviness I've just tensed up. Yingru is so scary, if everything about her is unpredictable, how can I direct a good show? She is a weak woman, at best she can only use drugs, but why am I so afraid? Yingru is by no means the kind of person who suddenly goes berserk, wakes up one morning and decides to kidnap another person out of nowhere. Because of that little wooden box. Milk, soy sauce, etc. are all easy to get, but vaccines and snake venom are definitely not something you can buy in a convenience store. And those two weird and disgusting glass bottles, do they seem like things that normal people would want to own? ? It was a deliberate, steely plan. Yingru is definitely a repeat offender, she must have committed a crime in some city, kidnapped another person or something. And she just settled down in this city, so after being obedient for a while and familiarizing herself with the environment, she naturally started to do some inexplicable things again. Otherwise, how could Yingru suddenly become another person?Could it be that she had a twin sister who moved into her room without my knowledge and swapped with her?What about the real Yingru?Could it be that she was killed by her perverted twin sister?Kidnapped? The chocolate sundae is gone. Ice cream lowers the temperature of my blood. "Are you challenging me? Do you want to challenge me with a difficult question?" I repeated similar phrases grimly, trying to gain some cold, resentful courage. "Okay, you tricky actor, you don't want to climb up to the position of screenwriter. I want to use you as a spicy seasoning, a bomb that belongs to me. Dance for me." I crumpled up the plastic box and threw it in the trash, walking out of the McDonald's on Xinxing Road.