86_86324 I immediately froze all the movements of my body, for fear that the tip of the knife would pass through my throat. After a wave of vertigo, I felt a pain in my head, and I wondered if it had bled from the impact. The man in the door was clutching my hair with one hand and holding a knife to my neck with the other, and I was completely at a passive disadvantage. He didn't make any further moves, though, and seemed to be waiting for my reaction.

I must have looked strange now, my head caught in the crack in the door, and the part below my head was still outside the door. In order to make my cervical spine more comfortable, I had to adjust to a weird position. What will Duan Ke think when he sees it? But judging from the flashlight swaying everywhere behind me, she must be in a hurry. I don't know if she can see the tip of the knife under my neck, but the sudden outstretch of her hand in the door must have scared her a lot. I reached out and poked around, fumbling a few times before grabbing her arm. Duan Ke immediately grabbed my hand and squeezed me coldly. I wrenched my palm from her fingers and patted her on the shoulder, signaling that I was okay.

I suddenly remembered a psychology lesson I had heard before, saying that when a person is faced with the first time he wants to kill another person, only 15% of them can do it, and I think that although the person in the door is driving me with a knife, he doesn't have to kill me, and if I follow his wishes, I should be fine.

"Tell your people not to move, and if they move again, they will cut your neck." The man in the door suddenly spoke, it should be the voice of a middle-aged man, low and powerful and hoarse. This sentence was obviously not meant for me, and without me saying it, Duan Ke didn't shake the flashlight at will.

Seeing that we were doing his bidding, the man in the door spoke again, "Who are you?" ”

Can there be any dead people other than the living who have been caught by you, I thought to myself. He must have asked me for my identity, and I replied with a stutter, "Student, college student." ”

"How to prove it." He said immediately after hearing this. I said in my heart, do you think of me as a person who came to your unit to apply for a job, in this case, how can I prove that you have a college entrance examination question for me to solve the answer on the spot? Even if you ask me to prove it, you can't hold me with a knife, don't you know that people are easy to faint when they are afraid? Although there were thousands of unhappiness in my heart, the tip of the knife was against my neck, and I didn't dare to slack off in the slightest, trying to think of something that could prove my identity.

I remembered that I had taken my student ID with me when I left school, so I hurriedly touched my leg, and sure enough, it was there. I thanked the school in my heart, took my student ID from my trouser pocket as fast as I could, and threw it into the crack of the door.

The man pressed the door against his toes and picked up my student ID with his free hand to grab my hair. I don't know how hard he used, but my neck immediately ached, and I couldn't help but scream, it felt like I was caught in the iron tongs, although I had never been caught in the iron tongs. If I had been in such pain before, I would have at least scolded a few words to vent my feelings. But in this passive situation, even if it is the first time he takes someone's life, it is just a matter of a thought that he wants to kill me, and he does not have to bear any consequences at all. I dare not and cannot provoke him with harsh language. After screaming, I had to grit my teeth and pray that he would read my documents quickly.

The man in the door quickly picked up my student ID from the ground, opened a flashlight and bit it in his mouth, flipped through my student ID card with one hand, and held a knife against my throat with the other, never moving half an inch away. The light of the flashlight lit up over my head, and I could only see the part of the man's chest. This man was dressed in a black uniform, and I thought to myself, is this man a killer? If it was really the killer, he must have lost his job.

Dozens of seconds later, he leaned down and shone a flashlight in my face. I couldn't open my eyes from the bright light, but I tried to keep the expression on the photo so that he wouldn't recognize him. I don't know how much resemblance there is to the photo on my student ID card with my sloppy appearance now, but apparently he still believes in my identity. He turned off the flashlight, and he let go of the force on the door, and my neck instantly became much more comfortable, but then he grabbed my hair again.

"How many of you are there?" He threw another question.

Didn't you check your ID card, it's too unprofessional, I asked in my heart,

"Two, a man and a woman." I replied in a proper manner.

He let go of my hair-grabbing hand, turned on his flashlight and peeked through the crack in the door, then turned it off a few seconds later.

"All students?" He said, his other hand still reaching back and grabbing my hair.

"They're all students."

"What are you doing here?"

"It's dark, there's nowhere to live."

"But your school's address isn't here."

"Yes, I came out of school and was about to go home."

"Where's home?"

I gave my home address.

Then the hand that grabbed my hair loosened, and the knife under my throat was retracted. He pushed the door open, and I immediately pulled my head back and nearly fell. Duan Ke held me in the back, I kept twisting and massaging my neck, and said in my heart that even if Lao Tzu fights with you now, he will not let you use the door to jam your neck again. I took the flashlight in Duan Ke's hand and shone it into the door, where the man was still standing just now.

I was intrigued by his black uniform with the word "Security" written on his chest. It turned out that it wasn't a killer, it was a security guard.

"Whether you can forgive me for what I did just now, only prudence can protect yourself." He spoke to us in the same flat tone as before, and threw his student ID card to me between words.

"You come upstairs with me, and remember to close the door when you come in." Before I could get my student ID ready, he continued, turned and walked inside, before I could see his face. I said in my heart that I have never seen such an apology, so it's better for you to come over and shake hands. But listening to the footsteps inside, he didn't mean to wait for us at all, I would rather live in a supermarket than sleep in the parking lot, I scolded with my lips, and had to follow with Duan Ke.

There was another pain in my neck, and I immediately started to fire when I looked at the relaxed back in front of me, and I thought about whether I should rush up and wave my fist at him to make me feel better.

"Does it still hurt?" Duan Ke asked me with concern.

I shook my head at her, not wanting to reply, my eyes clinging to the back in front of me. I thought again, since he dared to walk in front of us, he must have the strength not to worry about my sneak attack, maybe when I was still twenty centimeters away from him, he immediately turned around and stabbed me dozens of times. Or maybe he's not alone.

If we think like this, we are entering a den of thieves, and we are still in a passive situation, so we have to dispel this idea. I deliberately kept a distance of one meter from him, for fear that he would suddenly turn around and stab me dozens of times. But if he really wanted to stab me, he would have done so just now, so let's go in first. We walked through a warehouse-like place, and as we walked, my flashlight hit the cardboard boxes and shelves that had been piled up several times, and the rancid smell was much less. I don't know where it was, but there was a faint voice. I listened carefully, and I could hear the roar of the machine. Is there a factory here?

Without thinking too much about it, the back in front of us turned and led us into the stairwell. The inside is not very spacious, and the stairs can only accommodate two people walking side by side. About three or four stories up, he stopped at a door and took out a large bunch of keys from his coat pocket. The sound of keys clattering in the darkness sounded as he recognized them by flashlight and opened the door. When he walked in, there was a "pop", and the lights lit up inside.

Duan Ke and I glanced at each other, and countless questions flashed in our hearts. "You can come in." The man inside said, sounding like he was sorting things out. We cautiously walked inside, and sure enough, the room was lit up with the white light of energy-saving lamps. The man stood in the light so that I could see him up close and clearly. He was of medium height, dark-skinned, with short hair and graying sideburns. As I judged before, he was about a security guard in his forties.

But if anything, this man has a lot more wrinkles on his face than I remember as a middle-aged man. I wondered if he would be older than I thought, but looking at his straight back, he didn't look like an old man.

His eyes sparkling with wisdom also looked back and forth between us, and I immediately looked away and looked at the furnishings in the room. The room was quite spacious, with several monitors on a desk against the wall, and a few walkie-talkies and flashlights hanging on the wall. In front of me was a small table and a small sofa full of peanut shells and soot, and there were a lot of empty cans of beer piled up next to the sofa.

On my right-hand side, to the right of the entrance, is a bed made of chairs against the wall, and the bedding is still folded on top of it. Next to the bed, the water dispenser was empty, but there were several boxes of mineral water piled up, and I even saw pots and pans. There was another door in the room, closed and leading to nowhere.

I breathed a sigh of relief, it seemed that he was the only one here.

He walked up behind me and Duan Ke, closed the door, and said, "Sit casually." After speaking, he pulled out two chairs from under the table where the monitor was placed, and Duan Ke and I were not polite, and sat down as soon as the bag was taken.

"What's going on with this?" I asked him, pointing to the lamp above my head.

"Supermarkets have generators." He replied, turning and opening the closed door, and walked in. I remembered the roar I heard just now, and it was probably the power generation equipment. The room was very warm, I don't know if it was a psychological effect or other reasons, Duan Ke's nose was not blocked after he came in. A few minutes later, the man walked out with something. When he got closer, it turned out to be a few bags of instant noodles and canned meat.

"It's a guest here, let's have dinner." He said, squeezing a smile out of his face. Then he straightened the table and put everything in his hand on it. He walked over to the bed made of chairs, pulled out a black piece from underneath and placed it on the table in front of me. Only then did I realize that it was an induction cooker. He unscrewed a few bottles of mineral water and poured them into the pot, connected the power supply to the induction cooker, bent down and adjusted the number on the induction cooker, and the induction cooker "beeped beep".

The whole process was all about him walking back and forth in front of us alone, and Duan Ke and I sat in the chairs in a regular and awkward manner, not knowing what posture to pose. But he said that we are guests, and no matter how restrained we are, we will be cold. I gave Duan Ke a look, signaling us to do something too. I took out the fruit knife to help open the can, and Duan Ke also grabbed the instant noodles and tore them open.

With the artificial light overhead, the scene in front of me really made me feel like I had come home