Sitting on the No. 97 bus, the tall buildings outside the window gradually decreased, the lights dimmed a little bit, but there were more trees, and the bustling city center gradually moved away.

"Xujiaxiang has arrived, please get off the bus from the back door in turn, don't be crowded, the next stop, persuade the industry to ......"

Duane got out of the car through the back door, walked a few hundred meters on the rather noisy Dongwu South Road, and turned right into a dark alley.

There is a dim street lamp in the alley more than ten meters apart, and by the faint light, you can see that most of the buildings still maintain their old appearance: gray and black brick walls, wooden doors, and dim lights come from the doors that are occasionally opened, and most of them are a table of eight immortals, with New Year's pictures pasted behind the table, and one even has a portrait of the head of state; those sitting at the table are almost all old people, some are having dinner, some have already finished cleaning up, and the old gods are smoking hookahs on the ground; if you are not careful, a little child will come out of nowhere and shout, scaring you, and before you can scold it, they will run away like the windand disappear into the alley that turns left and right, and then you will chase after a child who screams louder.

It's a forgotten corner of the city – you might call it a slum, and Duane rents it because it's cheap enough, even though it's a dozen stops from here to the city centre.

Of course, even if the rent is so cheap, he is still in arrears, which makes him feel even more guilty about the landlord.

After walking around for a long time, there were no more street lights, and he found his place by the light from the windows of the people in the alley.

Opening the door and entering, the landlord was sitting in the cramped little living room watching TV, next to her daughter, sitting on a small bench, leaning on the coffee table and doing her homework.

As soon as Duane entered the door, the landlord looked over, Duane could clearly see the expectation in the other party's eyes, and he understood what this expectation was for, so he turned his eyes away in shame, and without waiting for the landlord to speak, he hurried to the door of his room, opened the door, jumped in, and then quickly closed the door with his backhand.

The landlord Shen Huifang looked at the figure of the young man fleeing in the wilderness, and didn't say anything, but the look in his eyes dimmed, and finally sighed lightly.

Bang bang

Her daughter Song Zhen flipped through the book loudly, as if she was looking for something, but she knew that her daughter was just venting her dissatisfaction through this action.

Song Zhen flipped through the books for a long time, and finally snapped the books on the coffee table, stared at Duane's door for a long time, and complained to Shen Huifang: "Mom, why don't you tell him!"

Shen Huifang shook her head, "What can I say, it's not easy for anyone, Xiao Du is a good boy, if he is really rich, he won't drag the rent and not pay it." It's not easy for this kid to be alone in Nanyang, and it's fate to live in our house, and we can't do things perfectly. ”

Song Zhen was even more dissatisfied, "You pity him, but who will pity us!" Dad borrowed so much money when he was about to die, and he hasn't been able to pay it back until now, and he was expecting to rent out this house to earn some money to pay off the debt, but he has lived until now, except for the one hundred and fifty deposits, he has not paid a penny of rent, and he has owed more than a month of rent, not counting the utility bills!"

She was even more resentful, perhaps because Duane had robbed her of her only private space - since she rented out that room, she could only sleep with Shen Huifang, who would sleep with her parents for a child of her age in school?

Shen Huifang thought of more, and her expression became even more sad.

"That money can be repaid slowly, but you will take the college entrance examination next year, and you will go to college, and the tuition fee is also a lot of money......

Song Zhen pursed his lips.

University...... For this family, the topic is simply too heavy.

"It's a big deal, I'll go out to work after graduation. ”

Shen Huifang's face tightened, and she reprimanded: "Nonsense! In this society in the future, what can you do as a high school graduate?" and then sighed again, "Don't worry about this, your task now is to do a good job in your studies, and you don't have to worry about tuition fees as a child." Speaking of this, she paused and said, "I'll talk to Xiao Du tomorrow, it's not a matter if the rent has been delayed......

Song Zhen pursed his lips and stopped talking.

Shen Huifang has said this I don't know how many times, but the final result has always been a failure, and she no longer counts on it.

It is better to hope that the cheeky guy will find out one day and move out of the house - and the rent will have to be paid before leaving.

So she lowered her head again and quietly started her homework, Shen Huifang sat on the side, slowly shaking the fan for her daughter, her eyes were blank.

A wire bed, a small table with half of the paint peeled off, a rickety stool, and a bust mirror taped to the interior wall, all the furnishings in Duane's room.

The room of less than ten square meters looked very crowded with these things, not to mention a dark green suitcase in the corner - there was no wardrobe, and Duane had to put all his clothes in it.

Turning on the light, the 25-watt incandescent lamp above his head tilted into the dim light, and Duane sat down at the table, the bench under his ass creaking and creaking, and the sound dissipated only after he sat down.

Pushing open the window in front of him, the cool evening breeze suddenly poured in, and finally drove away the heat in the room for a few minutes, Duane also found a notebook and pen from the drawer, opened it, and it was a daily expenditure record of a pen: August 13, expenditure: four steamed buns, 2 yuan, bus fare, 2 yuan, income: 0......

He flipped the notebook to the page he hadn't written yet, recalling the dream of sawing off his foot.

The dream impressed him so much that he still remembered the contents, and all he needed to do now was write them down.

Then he began to write.

Scene 1, the secret room is dark

Person: Han Sheng

In the bathtub full of water, Han Sheng slowly woke up, and in the struggle to pull the plug from the bathtub, let the water out, and a glowing object rushed down from the water outlet.

Han Sheng came out of the bathtub, his right foot was shackled, he couldn't see anything in the dark, and he groped around

Han Sheng shouted loudly in panic: Help! Is there anyone! Help me! (No response, Han Sheng was very discouraged) I can't figure out that I'm already dead

A voice answered him: You are not dead

……

Thanks to the school, I feel that the teacher who offered the elective course "Script Writing" in the School of Economics and Management of a medical school, if it weren't for him, Duane wouldn't know how to write a script - maybe as the teacher said, a general manager who doesn't want to be a doctor is not a good screenwriter, and people probably really need to learn more, maybe it will come in handy at some point, like Duane at the moment.

Time passed imperceptibly.

The story finally ended when he wrote "Chen Kang: Game Over (Close the Door to the Secret Room)".

Duane put down his pen, yawned heavily, and stretched hard, the stool under his ass creaking.

Looking out the window, the night was completely dark, Duane closed the notebook in front of him and watched quietly.

This is a very ordinary notebook, with "NOTE" written on the left side of the cover from top to bottom, and two bars, and a blank space on the right side, and the word "Duane" slanted at the bottom.

Because I had used it for too long, the white cover was a little yellow, so Duane lifted up his clothes and wiped them vigorously with the hem of his short sleeves, which finally became brighter. Then he took the pen and wrote four words in the margin on the right side of the cover, from top to bottom.

Chainsaw horror

Then he carefully tore out the first few pages of his notebook, where he recorded his daily expenses, leaving no trace.

Finally, he closed the notebook and stared blankly at the notebook lying there.

The incandescent light stained the small space yellow, and the light fell over his head, plunging his face into darkness, with only a pair of eyes flickering.

The light stretched forward, shining through the window, and it wasn't long before it was swallowed up in darkness.

There was a bug squeaking softly in the corner.

This summer, it's at its peak.