At that time, I couldn't believe my eyes, it was like a dream, why did I turn into the weird man I saw in Building 4 in the mirror?

When I got back to the dormitory, my brain was about to explode, and I lay in bed until eight o'clock in the morning.

When I woke up, it was already afternoon, and I hurriedly ran to the mirror to take a look, and found that everything was normal, recalling the strange scene I saw in the mirror in the morning, I thought it was best that it was just a dream, but I couldn't convince myself, how could it be so simple as a dream when I felt so real!

For the next few days, I did my duty, and on the weekend, the odd middle-aged man appeared at the elevator door again without warning.

I began to look at him seriously. The T-shirt and jeans on his body were washed white, and he couldn't see the original color, and he had a pair of pull-back sneakers on his feet.

Because, he was standing in front of the elevator door, and that pair of eyes kept staring at the elevator door!

I asked him where he was going?

He said slowly, "I'm waiting for someone." ”

I thought he was joking with me, but when he did, he turned his head back and stared at the elevator door.

Five minutes passed, and it was time to open the elevator door, and after I opened the elevator door, the man continued to stare at it.

After working like this for a month, I was surprised to find that every three days, this strange man would appear in front of the elevator door of Building 4 on time, and every time I asked him how many floors he was going to, he would not answer, and every time he repeated the sentence in a wooden manner: I am waiting for someone.

No matter how many times I asked, he kept repeating it.

Later, before going to work, Song Ming was in the office for a meeting with the security guards and cleaning staff, and I told him privately about this person in Building 4.

He pondered for a moment, then looked at me with a mysterious smile and said, "You don't have to worry about him, it's okay." ”

I thought about it and thought it was too weird, so I said, "This man, it's so weird, every time I ask him where he's going, he just repeats that he's waiting for someone." In the middle of the night, no one has ever looked for him, who are you waiting for? ”

Song Ming immediately restrained the smile on his face, patted me on the shoulder and said seriously: "Our Fenglin Haojing is a big company with many customers, and you pretend not to see him when you meet him again, understand?" ”

Song Ming sent me away in just a few words.

At 12 o'clock in the middle of the night, I carried the kettle to the elevator door of Building 4 and went to work on time.

At one o'clock in the middle of the night, when it was about to be overcrowded, an old man about sixty years old walked over, and he had just stepped into the elevator door with one foot, and then the strange middle-aged man came from far away.

The old man smiled kindly at me, and said, "Young man, are you new?" ”

I nodded and told him I was the elevator manager for Building 4.

I noticed that the old man was not very tall, his skin was shriveled like dead bark, his hair was gray, and he was almost bald.

Obviously, one foot has stepped into the elevator, but he didn't leave, but stood in place and chatted with me.

As I was dealing with him, I suddenly remembered the strange man, and I said I had seen him just now, so according to common sense, he should have walked to the elevator door by now.

When I looked back, the figure of the strange man had disappeared from the hallway.

I rubbed my eyes carefully, and suddenly an old voice came from my ears: "Young man, I can help you this time, but I can't help you next time." Hello do it yourself. ”

I jerked my head up and saw that it was the old man whispering in my ear, and by the time I came to my senses, he was already in the elevator.

What the old man said to me made me wonder very much, what does it mean to be able to help me this time but not help me next time? What he meant was that it was useless to talk to me just now, was that me helping me? What is that helping me?

What's even more outrageous is that he also made me feel like I was doing my own.

I managed to stay up until 6 o'clock in the morning, and when I was about to walk to the door of the unit in Building 4 on my way to work, I suddenly saw the strange man I saw every night.

I was walking outside the door of the unit, and when he saw me standing in the doorway, he stopped immediately, and I could clearly see that he was carrying a bag of paper money and bowed politely to me.

At that time, I felt very unlucky, where did anyone carry paper money burned for the dead to bow to others?

At that time, my curiosity was so troubled that I turned my head to take a look, and I was frightened. I saw the strange man standing in the doorway and smirking at me, his face unshaven and his whole face twisted together, which was very uncomfortable.

Since this morning, I've been confronted with strange things.

First of all, in Building 4, after half past three in the morning every day, the woman's cry would be heard, and through a door, the occupants inside would cry as if they had been whipped into corpses.

I was so scared that I called the police many times, but when the police came, they found that there was no one inside.

Immediately afterward, I coincidentally got a few photos, pictures of women!

The incident happened in the middle of the night not long after, there was a man who looked like a migrant worker hiding in the elevator, saying that the contractor had swept away all the money, he had no face to go home, and wanted to die with the contractor, and if he couldn't find the contractor, he committed suicide.

I couldn't bear it, so I gave him dozens of dollars in change and a box of nephrite streams. Although there were not many things, he was very touched and said that he would give me something in return.

He took out a few photos from his arms, smiled mysteriously at me, and handed them to me, and I was shocked, the woman in the photo was young and beautiful, beautiful as a flower, and charming.

It's all the same woman.

The makeup on his face is just right, and he smiles brightly. In the blank space of each photo, a line of youth message is written, and her name is Cai Weiwei.

I asked him who it was, and he told me it was his sister who was still in college this year.

He said that he saw that I had a good heart and wanted to introduce his sister to me.

I slipped the photo into my wallet and agreed.

He kept complimenting his sister, and agreed that he would bring his sister to me tomorrow at this time.

In the face of the opposite sex, especially the beautiful opposite sex, there will always be six gods and no masters, which is a common problem of every older young man.

When I woke up the next day, it was already afternoon, I was so hungry that my stomach was rumbling, so I went straight to the company cafeteria in a daze, and sat down in the dining area to eat a plate of vegetables and a bowl of rice.

Two middle-aged women working in the cafeteria pointed at me and whispered, "He's the new elevator manager in Building 4." ”

"Ah, it looks polite, and you should be quite bold."

"Look at what you said, what's wrong with being bold? Was the old man from before bold? Didn't I resign in the end, if I want to say, this is a lack of money and madness. ”

Since the company canteen is closed at a set time, I have been working the night shift, and I sleep almost all day, and I don't know them at all.

But what they said made me misty and didn't understand a word.

Isn't it just to drive the elevator for people in Building 4, why does it have to do with the size of the guts?

Yes, I am indeed very short of money, but since ancient times, it has been advertised that labor is the most glorious.

Why does it seem that it is a very dishonorable thing for me to lack money to come to work and make money? There is also a lack of money and a lack of madness.

I ignored them and left after eating.

After returning to the dormitory, I turned on my mobile phone to watch the news, thinking that the big brother of the contractor should bring his sister to introduce me tonight.

I was looking at the news, and suddenly, a news titled "The contractor owes money and does not pay it back, and the migrant worker commits suicide by drinking pesticides" came into view, and his head "buzzed" loudly, and the migrant worker in the photo was the migrant worker brother who wanted to introduce his sister to me.

However, the strange thing is that this is actually an old piece of news, which happened on June 3rd, and when I met the migrant worker brother, it was already August 15th. It took more than two months to go back and forth.