Chapter 22 Section VII

"What's going on in this room, it smells like alcohol." Wu Ze tried hard to open his heavy eyelids, only to see Baxun standing at the door of the living room frowning.The rising sun shining through the thin curtains reflected the stale air.The sound of the washing machine came from the direction of the dressing room. "Last night, Lao Tie drank until late." The old iron snored loudly beside him. After staring at the blurry ceiling for a while, Wu Ze got up and began to fold the quilt.I don't know if the dust was raised, Lao Tie's nose sniffed for a long time, then he sneezed and opened his eyes.He said good morning briefly, and began to fold the quilt slowly.

Just as he was stuffing the quilt into the closet and putting the low table by the wall back on the tatami, Kantaro came in, humming a song and carrying a plate of toast."We? People" is printed on the pink T-shirt spread out horizontally, a logo that doesn't know what it means. "Dad...Dad...man..." Shinhiro, who followed behind, came in with four teacups, a glass, and a box of milk.Only Kantaro doesn't drink coffee or milk every morning. "Old Wu, Lao Tie, you should also drink milk instead. Lactose can kill bad bacteria and improve the environment in the intestinal tract. Drinking too much will have an effect. Ah yes. You two may drink that kind of milk. It's that , Homo ('homo' in Japanese is a pun that means both 'homogeneous' and 'homosexual'.) milk, ahaha."

Heck, Zhenxun took a bite of toast.She has not spoken this morning.It was because of the smell of alcohol in the room. However, she didn't speak because of bad air in the room or something. "I think I'm about to move from here." Mahiro suddenly spoke.Wu Ze and Lao Tie, as well as Yahiro and Kantaro, looked at her at the same time. "It's very bad for Lao Wu and Lao Tie." "It's nothing bad." "It's okay, really." The old iron said the same. "If you move away, what will Kantaro and I do?" "Yeah. Isn't there no one cooking?"

"Just wait until we find a place for the three of us to live together." "Where did you find it?" Hachiro pursed his lips and looked at his sister.Zhenxun shook his head lightly. "I don't know this yet, but no matter what, I can't live here for too long. Keep working hard and find a way to pass. Three people." "The job is to say this?" Wu Ze bent his fingers into a hook shape.Zhenxun nodded. Just then, the sound of a car engine came from outside the window.Speaking of which, when I was in the kitchen with Lao Tie last night, a car seemed to be parked next to the house.

"Okay, whether to move or not, let's discuss it later." Wu Ze said this to Zhenxun, stood up, walked to the window, and looked out of the low wall.A white car was parked across the road.The body is low and the windows are covered with car film.There seemed to be a man sitting in the driver's seat, but he couldn't see his face.No, I can see it.The man rolled down the window.About forty years old.Sitting in the car can also be seen as a small man.Holding a mobile phone in one hand, talking to someone.Those eyes suddenly looked in this direction, with expressionless, squid-like eyes.The man didn't seem to notice that Wu Ze was looking at him at home, and his eyes didn't collide.

"What's the matter, Lao Wu?" Lao Tie asked from behind. "Ah, a strange fellow—" When Wu Ze was talking, the man in the car rolled up the window again.The face was hidden again behind the black car wrap.Then, very quickly, the sedan drove away. Tasting the black strange feeling in his heart, Wu Ze turned his head and said to Lao Tie: "I don't know what's going on, a small man with big eyes was looking over here just now, and he was on the phone with someone who doesn't know." The old iron didn't talk to him, and his eyes kept staring in the direction of the car.Then suddenly, as if something was active in the mind, the eyes flashed brightly.

"Hey, old man—" But Lao Tie didn't say a word, just kept staring at the end of the road. who's that person?Who the hell was he talking to when he stared at the house? Looking at Shinhiro lying on the tatami and reading manga, and Yahiro and Kantaro playing table tennis with a plate as a racket, Takezawa recalled the scene two weeks ago.The apartment gate belching black smoke, the fire truck. ——Because of arson, arson.Mr. Nakamura, you haven't done anything, have you? ——Poured lamp oil or something into it from the newspaper slot on the door, and lit it... ——It is said that before the fire started, there were dubious people wandering around the apartment...

——I also received several strange phone calls at home.The man was speaking with a hissing voice, insisting that I tell him where you are... ——Yes, yes, it was a man named Huokou. Pat, the ping pong ball hits the head. "I'm sorry, Lao Wu. I shot out of bounds." "Don't play table tennis on a low table, it's too common sense." Wu Ze threw the ping-pong ball back to Yaxun.Sighing and looking at the old iron.The old iron seems to have been thinking about something.Wu Ze really wanted to talk to Lao Tie about the uneasiness in his heart, but he couldn't let the other three people hear it, and secondly, he felt that once he really said the uneasiness, it seemed that he would no longer be able to calm down, so he could only keep silent. language.

The cockscomb scratched the window frame rustlingly. By the way, what is the old man thinking now?Like himself, is he worried that this place will also be found by the fire mouth?But the old iron has always been very optimistic.Always said with high spirits that those guys couldn't find it here.But now there was such a serious expression on his face, he kept staring at his knees, as if he was thinking about something specific. That was when the sun set. The first to discover was Kantaro. "Hey, why is it so bright over there?" Standing in the corridor, Kantaro looked at the empty kitchen and said.

"Bright?" Wu Ze responded in the living room.Kantaro just nodded while pursing his thick lips, without speaking, with a rather strange expression on his face.Takezawa followed Kantaro's line of sight, and it was really bright.The little window over the kitchen sink was bright.Are the lights of cars passing by outside shining on it?No, there should be no road over there.The light on the window flickered and grew brighter. Hiss - Wu Ze's heart was icy cold. The old iron let out an "ow" and jumped up.At that time, Wu Ze had already kicked over the table and rushed towards the entrance, and rushed out without wearing shoes.Walk around the inner side of the fence to the backyard, kick away the dense weeds, and run with shoulders against the wall.

"brute!" Against the walls of the house, flames blazed from the ground. "Water! Old iron, water!" Wu Ze turned around and yelled.Feeling the old iron coming beside him, he stretched out his hand to press the wall, stopped his body, then turned around suddenly and ran back.Standing in front of the flames extending forward, Wu Ze kept kicking with his socks-only feet, like slapping.The flame paused for a moment, but immediately burned again like an eruption.A strong smell like lamp oil rushes straight into the nostrils.The lower half of the wall has been stained black, and the awning is baked and deformed. "Stand back, old Wu!" Hearing this sound, Wu Ze hurriedly backed away, came up the old iron steps with a plastic bucket, stood in front of the flames and poured water on his head.With a hissing sound, the fire band was only slightly smaller. "Mashiro, come and help! Baxun is here too!" Zhenxun and Baxun rushed over with rice pots and washbasins filled with water, and poured water on the flames.The fire zone is a little smaller again.The two immediately ran back holding the rice pot and washbasin.Wu Ze also followed behind the two of them.Just then, something black and white flew over the head.It turned out that I bought Coca-Cola and milk that were stored at home.Kantaro threw it.Plastic bottles and cartons plopped into the fire. "What are you doing, idiot!" Wu Ze couldn't help yelling loudly, but Kantaro threw a bottle of Coca-Cola under his ribs into the fire.With the sound of puffing, a hole was opened in the first plastic bottle, and the leaking liquid doused the surrounding flames.Immediately afterwards, the milk box opened its mouth, and the surrounding fire was extinguished by white. "Seize the opportunity!" The red-faced Kantaro suddenly took off his T-shirt, quickly rolled into a ball, pressed the person on the water-stained ground, and then continued to move forward, pressing down the remaining flames.The flames seemed to subside, and what was left was almost the size of a bonfire. "Get out of the way!" Baxun, who rushed back with the washbasin in his arms, splashed water again.Kantaro, who had taken off his undershirt, had escaped several attacks, but this time with a loud cry of "Ah", his back was finally soaked. Fortunately, the remaining water completely extinguished the last flame. Lao Tie, who carried the bucket and ran back, was panting heavily, losing all strength in his body. "... It's gone... that's great." The bucket fell from Lao Tie's hand and bounced on the ground a few times.The sun has set.It was dark all around.From all around, there was the sound of insects being wound up, and the only thing mixed with it was the breathing of five people.Everyone was panting heavily. Bang, there was such a sound in the distance. Wu Ze suddenly looked up at Lao Tie.Lao Tie also stared at Wu Ze with wide eyes—the two ran out almost at the same time.It must have been the sound of a car door closing. Run along the wall to the entrance, rush out of the house and onto the road.There was no one on the road. Turning to the right, it was the car.The white sedan was parked there with the gas pedal hanging.The man in the driver's seat poked his head out, and the optical fiber of the street lamp above his head showed a sly smile on his face. "It's really troublesome to catch fire frequently." A cold light flashed in the squid-like eyes, and the little man said, "...Mr. Wu Ze." The man's face disappeared behind the car window.With a whoosh, the engine started—the car drove away in a blink of an eye, and all that was left was silence again. "Old Tie, that guy...is the guy from this morning." Wu Ze tried his best to open his stiff mouth and squeeze out such a sentence. "That guy... knows my name." Beside Wu Ze, Lao Tie was also stiff.He looked at the direction the car was driving away, with his head slightly poked out, and he kept repeating a certain sentence. "yes……" With the frequency of breathing, Lao Tie repeated this unintelligible sentence countless times. "yes……" The other three approached from the entrance with anxious expressions.Suddenly, only once, what Old Tie said clearly reached Wu Ze's ears. "—It's that guy." At the beginning, Wu Ze didn't realize that there was anything strange about Lao Tie's words.He thought that Lao Tie meant the same as himself, saying that the man just now was the one he saw this morning, but it was wrong.Lao Tie didn't see that person's face this morning.When he went to the window, the man should have rolled up the window covered with car film. "Hey, old man—" Before Wu Ze asked, Lao Tie had already turned his face to him. "That guy... I know him." "you recognize?" "When I heard you were a small man with big eyes this morning... I haven't remembered who it is." "Acquaintance of yours?" But the old man shook his head. "No. Not an acquaintance..." "Who is that?" "I will never forget that face. I will never forget it. I will never forget it until I die. He lied to me, me and my wife." After gasping for breath, Lao Tie looked towards the end of the dark road again. "That guy was the debt sorter at that time."