I was about to jump back to my house in despair, and this time I didn't even close the door, so there was no need.

Old Gu, Ah San, what do you want to do to me?

Eat, drink, sleep.

When I woke up dizzy again, I felt like if I continued like this, my whole being would be ruined.

I heard that the convicts squatting in the prison still have a fixed time to go outside to bask in the sun every day, so I am better at this, which is equivalent to being directly locked up in the confinement room of the prison.

I'm almost out of fighting spirit, and the idea of wanting to drink is a big part of my heart, or... Or just fall like this...

No, no, no, wouldn't I be like that drunkard at home?

A sound of footsteps came from outside, getting closer and closer, and then Ah San's voice: "One thousand, are you awake?" I, your third brother, have brought you breakfast, hehe. ”

I didn't bother to talk to him, so I rolled over and continued to pretend to be asleep.

Ah San came to the bedroom and said to me, "Get up and eat something, hey, one person can drink so much wine, although our wine is a good thing and you don't need to spend money, but there is no need to be so greedy." ”

I closed my eyes and said, "I've died of alcoholism, you can bury me anywhere, or send me to the crematorium to be roasted." Ah San smiled and said, "Hehe, then you are a fraudulent corpse?" Hurry up and eat first, hurry, obedient, your body is important. ”

I turned around and stared at Ah San a little irritably and asked, "Ah San, what do you want to do?" What the hell are you trying to do to me? I promise not to call the police or tell anyone, is it okay for you to do so? I beg you to let me go, I want money, no money, no color, what the hell are you trying to do with me? ”

The smile on Ah San's face was somewhat restrained, he sat down on the small bench with a calm and kind expression, and said slowly: "Call the police and tell others about us?" One thousand, don't be stupid, how much do you know about our affairs? If you really want to do the math, you don't even know a dime. Seriously, Qian, haven't you ever wanted to get along with us? Let's not talk about Lao Wang's affairs, if you think about it carefully with your conscience, isn't Gu Ye good enough for you? ”

"Yes, Lao Gu was really good to me before, then I really want to ask you, as the old saying goes, 'Nothing to do is not a traitor or a thief', why are you so good to me? What do you like about me? Are you telling me I can't change it? Or do you like any piece of meat on my body and say, "I'll cut it off and give it to you, can you let me go?" ”

I said that I knew that they were 'good' to me, but in fact, what I was thinking about at the moment was the wound on my leg that was beaten by their people, and the ridicule that hurt my self-esteem.

In addition to the quality of the food and Ah San's attitude towards me, I now feel more and more that I am no different from going to prison, especially now that I am not even allowed to go out of the apartment building.

The gatekeeper is the prison guard, Lao Gu and Ah San seem to be able to be regarded as 'psychological counselors', I am a Dou E who has been unjustly imprisoned. They have a clear division of labor, some are responsible for giving 'big sticks', and some are responsible for giving 'sugar'. They knew that I had been wronged, but they wanted me to accept my wrongful fate and give up resistance.

No, I can't say that they know, I should say that they caused my wrongdoing.

"Thousand, you better have a good rest, maybe... Maybe soon Gu Ye will tell you everything. ”

Somehow, Ah San suddenly seemed to be no longer interested in chatting with me, and before I could speak again, he got up a little depressed and wanted to leave the bedroom.

I didn't have anything to say, "Can you go out?" The door below won't open, and the elevator won't work. Ah San smiled and said, "Hehe, I can come in, why can't I get out?" It's just that you can't get out. ”

After Ah San left, I lay down for a while and got up and went to the living room to have some breakfast, so let's fill my stomach first.

After breakfast, I washed up briefly, and then limped down the hallway. Both elevators stopped on the first floor, and I couldn't get out anyway, so I didn't waste any more time taking the elevator.

When I walked to the fire escape window, I looked into the courtyard of the community, it was empty, the old ladies and aunts basking in the sun seemed to be afraid of the cold, they hadn't come out for a long time, and there was only one person in the yard who seemed to be wandering aimlessly, it was Jingsheng.

I walked back to Aunt Li's door and knocked on her door, of course I knew that her house must have been empty, but I still nervously rushed to the door and asked, "Aunt Li, are you at home?" If you're not there, say yes? ”

No one answered, so quiet.

Back in the bedroom, looking out the window at the street that was more depressed than the courtyard of the community, I suddenly felt a desolation in my heart, and I was interested, I directly pushed open the window and sang loudly: "This city is so empty~ This memory is so turbulent~ Oh oh~~ This city is so empty~ This... What kind of green onion am I..."

After singing two sentences, I saw the stinking and shameless cold-faced doorman come out of the sentry box, and before he came out, he was still glaring at me very sadly, and throwing his stones.

I don't have any psychological barriers to 'confession' now, really, I won't be shy at all, just cowardice, because I don't doubt that the cold-faced doorman has the ability to throw the stone in his hand to the thirteenth floor where I am, so I obediently closed my mouth and retracted my head.

But through my magnetic and beautiful singing voice just now, I suddenly thought of one thing, there are no passers-by outside just when the New Year is approaching, but it definitely won't be no one all the time, right? Why don't I find a way to ask for help from someone outside?

Of course, if I shouted for help, I estimated that I would be killed by them, so what should I do to call for help?

Yes, that's it!

But wouldn't it be too extravagant to use money?

I hesitated, alas, poverty made me stupid...

Back to the little remaining goods in the living room, there was a pen and notebook that I usually use to make notes, and after thinking about it, I closed the door first.

The new tricks that they finally came up with couldn't be discovered by them.

I clutched my pen and thought about how to describe my current situation so that people would not take the paper I threw out as waste.

Or can I fold a paper airplane and throw it out after I finish writing? In that case, is it more likely to be picked up and taken seriously?

After thinking about it for a long time, I still think that the probability of success in using money to save money can really be higher.