A large area of floor-to-ceiling curtains was drawn, and the afterglow of the setting sun outlined a unique landscape painting on the horizon.

The night had not yet fallen, and the rays of the setting sun reflected an irregular shadow on the living room floor through the windowpane.

This light also made him look flustered, and he closed the curtain again, which seemed much more reassuring.

It was so dark that he took a fisherman's hat from the coat rack and put it on.

I took out several large bags of garbage and got out of the elevator, and the distance to the garbage can in the community was not far.

But his heart was beating faster, and everyone who walked past him thought they would see through him.

Everything around him, even the flowers that were blooming in the community, seemed to have eyes and stared at him loudly, leaving him with nothing to hide.

Hurriedly pulled the brim of his hat and returned to the elevator.

When the elevator was about to close, an old lady with a child came in.

The little baby of the trolley giggled unguardedly at him.

The old lady also laughed: "Baby, this is uncle, call uncle." ”

The baby's bite is indistinct: "Doodle, dood......"

The old lady followed and corrected: "It's not Dudu, it's the uncle......"

The child was anxious, and the sound was still "Dudu ......"

He laughed for no reason, the elevator stopped on the 18th floor, and when he got out of the elevator door, he involuntarily waved to the little baby.

The elevator door slowly closed, and the baby's childlike voice came from inside.

"Goodbye, toot ......"

The door of the room opened, and he came to the mirror again, and he didn't know when he was grinning in the mirror.

It turns out that life is still so good.

He felt that he should be a normal person.

And not the clown who kills people without blinking.

In such a good mood, he wants to reward himself, and it is necessary to order a big meal.

The smiling face of the delivery man also became vivid, and a large box of fragrant thirteen-spiced crayfish was placed in front of his eyes.

When you open the curtains, you will see the night view of the entire city in front of you, and the city with a strong ancient charm is particularly attractive at the moment.

He felt like he was part of the city. I live in a building that belongs to this city, and I eat a meal cooked by the chefs of this city.

Drinking cold beer that belongs to this city, just crayfish, is really a great pleasure in life.

At this time, wouldn't it be more perfect if there was another girl with a smiling face sitting opposite?

When this thought flashed, the face of a girl in my mind was vaguely like.

Shook his head, forget it, the crayfish is there, the beer is there, and the girl will have it too.

Wine is not intoxicating, people are drunk.

Beer cans are scattered all over the place, and the colors of the night in the city outside the window are getting stronger and stronger.

He was lying on the couch and was not sleeping well.

He was back in the dream, the same dream, the dream that trapped him like a cage.

He desperately tried to break free from that cage and find freedom to run between mountains and rivers.

But he didn't do anything, he just stood motionless in the small room, staring at the wall in a daze, as always.

The dream seemed endless, seemingly a static picture, but only he knew in his mind that it was not a static picture.

…………

The night was silent, like the sound of people's breathing after falling asleep, and the whole city fell into a deep sleep.

The man who was lying on the couch and fell asleep suddenly got up, and there was still an uneaten thirteen-spiced crayfish on the table.

A white smile appeared on his face, picked up a crayfish, neatly broke off the crayfish's head, and when he bit down, the crayfish's juice flowed down the corners of his mouth.

He picked up the beer cans that had fallen to the side on the table and put them in his mouth, only to find them empty.

All the beer cans in one place are empty.

Angry in his heart, he picked up the empty wine can and smashed it towards the window pane, and the beer can made a crisp sound, bounced back and rolled on the floor.

Got up and went back to the bedroom, and a moment later, the clown's outfit was neatly worn again.

After putting on a black trench coat outside, he hurried out the door.

The elevator goes all the way down, and at night, a nightcrawler shuttles through the city.

Who is the target this time? In fact, he already had the answer in his heart.

Recently, his spirit has not been right, in fact, he should have done it a long time ago, and he blamed that damn weather that made him almost depressed.

In fact, it doesn't matter who the target is, what matters is the policeman who represents justice, the policeman who has dealt with him many times.

He enjoyed the cat-and-mouse game, and he loved the feeling of seeing the dry cops running for their lives in the city because of him.

In the center of the city, in a house in that ancient building, there was his goal for tonight.

And he's determined to get it, but he'll let the cop know before he does it.

That's the essence of this game, and that's the only fun about this game.

The courtyard is one of the few places in the city that is still lively in the middle of the night.

The lewd painter sat on a sofa with an easel in front of it.

A painting outlines a general outline, and it can be seen that it is a woman.

In the studio, all kinds of ambiguous sounds are interspersed, and a female model who is barely naked sits in a special pose on a chaise longue chair opposite the sofa.

Painter, haha, such a scum can also be called a painter, he is nothing more than a wolf in sheep's clothing.

A pervert, using such an elegant title as a painter to cheat money and sex.

At this moment, the cool female model's face was full of flattering smiles, and the laughter was extremely ......

Indescribable taste.

Another model, also dressed in coolness, was sitting on the artist's lap, giggling, and scribbling on the drawing with a pencil.

The painter's beard was sinister with a sinister smile, and the night was just right for some happy things.

At this time, the doorbell downstairs rang inappropriately, and the painter scolded his mother, so late, which turtle son was so puzzled and looking for a scolding at night?

He chose to ignore it and motioned for the female model to change her position.

But the doorbell was even more incomprehensible, and it rang endlessly.

The female model sitting on his lap was impatient.

"I'll take a look."

The female model put on a suit and pedaled downstairs, and came back a moment later with an extra bag in her hand.

"It's a takeaway, and people have some beer and fried chicken."

The painter grinned with a mouth hidden under his beard: "It must be Sun Feng, this kid, who has come home with a sycophant, and knows that Lao Tzu needs these things tonight." ”

The female model giggled again: "Teacher, why don't we eat chicken and drink first?" ”

"Yes, yes, you said that it is in my heart, let's eat chicken and drink wine first. Not to mention that Lao Tzu is really hungry. ”