After reading the book, the address of [Wanbenshen Station]: Avoid the pain of chasing books!

I finally hung up the phone. pineapple

Then, electricity came like a mouse. A few days after the phone didn't ring again, my wife and son were not at home again, the power went out again, and then the phone came again.

It's still the same man, and he says things I don't understand.

This time I simply stopped talking, and I listened with bated breath in the dark, trying to distinguish every syllable of him, and in the end I couldn't find a single bit of information that could be communicated.

I don't think he's talking nonsense, it's definitely an independent language family, and although his speed is exaggeratedly slow, he doesn't hesitate to speak, his pronunciation is firm, and I can feel that his attention is not on his mouth, that is, on how to speak; And in what he wants to express, that is, what to say.

"The bottom is solid, when the embarrassment is sold, Huang Cisu invites Si Blind Lai Island to cook the horn and ram the waste horn to tamp the waste of the waste of the rotten Alas, the brewing of the girl, the shaving of the dizzy? No gas, no gas"

I don't understand anything.

I suspect he's from another planet, and like we fell into a dream, he fell on Earth by accident.

He had been hiding in a basement for days.

In the dark, he occasionally found a phone, occasionally touched the redial button, and occasionally got through to my house. He heard my voice and began to tell about his horror, about the dampness of the place, about his despair of not being able to go home, and I hung up again.

Just then, the electricity came again.

Strangely, he always called when his wife was not at home. It's as if his eyes are hanging on the chandelier of my house.

Every time he breathed helplessly, he sighed from time to time.

I've tried, and if I keep listening, he'll keep talking forever.

And every time a call comes, there is definitely a power outage. And as soon as the phone hung up, the call came immediately. It was a voice from the darkness.

Once, the power went out in the prince's garden, and the faint light of the street lamp was gone, and the five fingers in the house were missing.

Here he is again.

I still listen to him.

As he spoke, he burst into laughter.

He burst out laughing! I was creepy! - This is not in his character.

He continued to laugh as I dropped the phone in a panic.

I felt that he was not amused by what he said, but he couldn't hold it back, and that laughter contained mockery of language, contempt for cowardice, and unbearable for stupidity.

That's when the electricity came. The entire garden of the prince slowly lit up.

The phone hung up, but the laughter didn't go away, it stinged my self-esteem.

Another day, my wife and son were not at home, and my family was blind again. I sat on the phone as if I had made an appointment, waiting for the result of the laughter.

The phone didn't ring anymore.

The water cooler was watching me from the wooden floor.

Between me and it was an empty floor, red wooden floor, on which the moonlight was spread, not at all like frost.

The water cooler thought: Hey, someone was sitting on the couch and the phone rang, and I was scared and shivered. I picked up the microphone, there was no sound inside, and after a long time, my son's voice came: "Dad, why is the phone at home always busy?" ”

I said, "No way, no one called." ”

My wife took the phone and said, "Is someone stealing our line?" ”

As soon as I put down the phone, it rang. It's that person.

I thought that he had already laughed last time, and this time he should have spoken human, he should have said his purpose, and everything had to be progressive. I'm ready to die. Even if he said: "Zhou Dedong, before April 4, 1951, you must hand over your cattle and horses and the deed of the prince's garden to the village office, otherwise, I will kill you."

He spoke, still like that.

I hung up again.

I quickly walked to the security door.

There are ten meters between the living room and the security door, and in the middle is a small hallway.

I had just taken a few steps when the electricity came with a bang.

I opened the door and saw that Chen Mo walking out of the corridor.

There are two boxes in the walls of the hallway, one for the meter box in Building J and the other for the telephone box in Building J – where the telephone lines are intricately intricate.

He is Chen Mo, and of course he knows the password of the public gate of Building J. In other words, not only does he often wander around my window, but he may also often wander in front of my door. I even believe that he could peek in front of any of the windows on these five floors.

One day, I had a dream that he was looking in through a window on the fourth floor, his feet dangling, and he was still hanging himself, still wandering.

9. The strange sky is still blue, the trees are still swaying gently, and the car alarm in the parking lot is still not called.

The newspaper box and milk box outside my house are hung quietly in bright colors, symbolizing the stability of life and the peace of the world.

I subscribed to three newspapers. The city is so big, I want to know what's going on every day.

And milk. The sealed bagged milk, after countless processes and countless hands, no longer knows whether it is produced by cattle or not, it nourishes our increasingly picky stomach.

On this day, when I was picking up the newspaper, I saw a yellowed newspaper.

I picked it up and was stunned, it turned out to be a copy of the Beijing Evening News from August 25, 1965. I saw a report with a red circle on it: Taxes are as numerous as cattle hair -- the excesses and miscellaneous taxes of Chiang Kai-shek's gangs to loot the people's fat and ointment are really more vicious and greedy than the evil wolf and hungry tiger, to the extent of knocking out the bones and sucking the marrow. At present, the number of unemployed people in Taiwan has reached more than 2.4 million, and many people have gone bankrupt and become destitute beggars. However, Chiang Kai-shek's bandits still raised taxes on the people of Taiwan, donated more than they donated, set up clever names, and levied new taxes. For example, when the education donation was started this year, the household tax, the excise tax, and the slaughter tax were each increased by 30 percent. Starting from July 1, a temporary donation will be levied for electric lights and electricity bills. In addition, there are really many kinds of "tolls" and "revenue fees" that the people of Taiwan have to charge when crossing bridges and even taking out garbage. In 1965, my dad and mom weren't married.

What does it mean to draw a red circle? Focus?

Two days later, I saw an earlier Yangcheng Evening News, which was published on January 14, 196o, and another report was circled in red: Reading for "wealth" in the new era of old brains - a father "encouraged" his children: "You must study hard in school, and when you grow up in the future, you can eat better than others, live comfortably, dress beautifully, and have a car to sit on the street" Don't educate your son to be the successor, but come to a set of "own golden house in the book", beware of moths in your head!

Two days later, I saw an earlier People's Daily, dated May 5, 1958, with a red circle on the title: Don't poach people from other units. The author is from the Shanghai Municipal Labor Bureau, and his name is Sun Zuyong, which is getting stranger and stranger. These newspapers are hard to find now, where did they come from?

I didn't tell my wife about these things. In her mind, our home is very warm, and I don't want to cast a shadow on her.

I think this must have been done by the person who has been hiding in the shadows, and the ghost knows if it was Chen Mo.

He wanted to kill my family. In order not to be called murderous, his first plan was to scare us until we were scared to death. He's got a lot of tricks, just wait!

If I didn't let my wife know about these things, his plot would be half a failure.

However, it is impossible for the wife not to know.

One day, when I came back late, my wife opened the milk crate and saw a dead mouse, the kind that walked silently and didn't cough a word, the kind that ran as fast as 220 volts.

The rat died a terrible death, its belly torn open, and its thin intestines pulled out and wrapped around its neck. Its round eyes were wide open and covered in a layer of ash.

And that bag of milk has gone bad and stinks.

(End of chapter)

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