Chapter 7 third quarter

The old iron signed the rental contract.Although three months' rent must be paid in advance, no one will read the random work unit and the nonsense guarantor. "The real estate leasing industry is quite depressed. They also want to rent out the empty houses as soon as possible." The old man was very happy to sweep the floor of his new home with a broom bought from a hundred yuan store. "right." Wiping the dust on the door frame with a rag bought from a hundred yuan store, Wu Ze also smiled. "Is it so cheap here because the neighbors are noisy?" "Oh, maybe. It's just right for a thief."

"Yo, a pun." "Are you not convinced?" With a place to live, I am happier than anything else.This feeling can only be understood by those who have experienced homelessness. For the next three days, both men wandered around nearby shops.Bought a change of clothes, a used washing machine and TV, soap toothbrushes and more.The dumbbell I bought before was lost in the apartment, and Wu Ze wanted to buy another one, but this time I must buy one that is not easy to hit my toes.Every time he went to the shopping street, Wu Ze was in high spirits as he walked on the concrete steps on the west slope.

However, this mood only lasted for the first three days. On the morning of the fourth day, Wu Ze and Lao Tie were sitting opposite each other eating rice balls bought in a convenience store when the cell phone rang suddenly.The screen shows an unknown number starting with "03". "—Aren't you going to answer?" The old man raised his head.Wu Ze was a little confused.Whose phone is it? "Just answer and watch, if it's a strange call, just hang up." "Oh, yes." Wu Ze pressed the answer button, and slowly put the phone to his ear. "Hey?"

The low male voice seemed to be getting older.Wu Ze didn't speak, waiting for the other party to continue. "Hello...Hello...Mr. Nakamura?" Wu Ze could not help but breathe a sigh of relief.There can only be one person who calls himself "Nakamura".Wu Ze covered the phone with one hand and nodded to Lao Tie. "The landlord of the apartment." "Oh, it's the landlord." The previous apartment was borrowed under the name of Nakamura, so the landlord always thought that Wu Ze was called Nakamura.Wu Ze had only met the landlord a few times. He was a slightly hunchbacked old man with a gentle personality.But the voice coming through the phone at this moment has no gentle feeling at all.

"Well, I'm Nakamura." Wu Ze thought, just as Lao Tie said, if it's troublesome, just hang up the phone, so he answered.The landlord immediately began to talk endlessly. "Mr. Nakamura, how are you? Suddenly disappeared." "Ah, what—" "It's not 'that', you have caused me a lot of trouble. It took a lot of time to find the paper with your phone number, so I didn't call you until now-what did you do? What? The police asked a lot yesterday, and my wife and I both had a headache." "Policemen?" Wu Ze felt uneasy in his heart.

"Arson, arson. Nakamura-san, you didn't do anything, did you?" Arson, Wu Ze repeated in a low voice.The old iron suddenly raised his head. "That's right. The police said that something like lamp oil was poured in from the newspaper slot on the door, and the fire was set on fire. It is also said that before the fire started, there were dubious people wandering around the apartment. It may be arson That's the man, the police said." A dubious person— "And I have received several strange calls at home. The person spoke with a hissing voice, insisting that I tell him where you are. Of course, neither my wife nor I can answer. We didn't know at first. .That person called you Wu Ze, I don’t know what’s going on. Did you make a mistake? Are you Nakamura?”

"name?" "what?" Wu Ze squeezed out a voice from his parched throat. "That person's name?" "I'm asking for your name...ah, he said that if you get in touch with Wu Ze, tell him your name. It's called Guankou or Jingkou or something... probably this kind of name. Because it's not like us. It’s okay, I didn’t remember carefully.” "Fire mouth?" Wu Ze asked cautiously, but the other party was silent for a while, as if thinking about it.While waiting for the answer, Wu Ze held the phone tightly and prayed desperately.Please say no.Please say no.Please say no.

"Hey... I said, hello." Wu Ze heard such a voice from the opposite side, and then vaguely heard a woman's voice.The two started talking about something.Accompanied by the woman's "ah", there was a "pop" clapping sound. "Hey... hello, Mr. Nakamura? My wife wrote it down on paper. Yes, yes, a person named Huokou called my home. Mr. Nakamura, you go to the police and explain it to them, although I Don't know what it is. We don't want to be involved in any trouble. It's just that the repair bill cost a lot of money-" Wu Ze hung up the phone.

"It's not over yet!" The whisper that Wu Ze heard on the day Sha Dai was buried is now echoing in his ears again. I thought the cherry blossoms were in full bloom, but today it was warm and cold again.The cold wind blows into the chest of the denim jacket. Mahiro walked towards the apartment along the quiet alley during the day, holding a plastic bag in one hand, and with the other hand, he dug out the small bag of "delicious seaweed" and tore open the seal.Chewing on the slender seaweed, Shinzo recalled another item he bought together with the seaweed. The rectangular box was also in a plastic bag, but it was wrapped in an extra layer of plain paper.In fact, the white plastic bag is not transparent, and the contents inside cannot be seen from the outside, but whether it is a convenience store or a pharmacy, it must be packed like this, and I don’t know why.From the buyer's point of view, doing so seems like the seller feels more ashamed.Wouldn't it be nice to treat it like a general commodity?The middle-aged owner of the convenience store with the "Manager" sign hanging on his chest, was putting things into paper bags at the cash register while peeking at Mahiro's miniskirt.When I took the two thousand-yen banknotes that Mahiro handed out, and when I gave her change, I kept looking at them.A certain thing is wearing this, and there... in the store manager's slender eyes, one can almost see that wretched imagination turned into a palpable scene.

When swallowing the second "delicious seaweed", Mahiro walked to the door of the apartment.The name of the apartment is "Dream Adachi", which is a very boring name.Before entering the room, Mahiro opened the mailbox door next to the stairs and looked inside.Today there are no cash envelopes, but several leaflets instead.One of them, which caught Mahiro's attention, had the name of a jewelry store in front of Ueno Station printed on it. Zhenxun stood where he was and read the flyer over and over several times. "This is not bad..." After a while, Mahiro opened the entrance door, threw the condom box into the kitchen, closed the door again immediately, and left the apartment.As she walked, she took out the wallet in her handbag to see if there was a fare to Ueno Station.Just enough to go—the wallet might be puffed up by the time you get back.

Really looking for the station. The sky was gloomy, not like spring at all.