That night, the migrant worker didn't come to me, but I found some women's things in the elevator.

A purple gold necklace, a gold bracelet, a black high-end makeup bag, and a bank card.

I didn't pay much attention to it at the time, so I took these things back to the dormitory and put them under the bed to hide them tightly.

The strange thing is that this day on duty was a little different from usual, from one o'clock in the middle of the night to three o'clock, there was no one, and it was quiet in Building 4, which was completely opposite compared to usual.

I was very puzzled, sat on the top of the steps and started smoking, sitting bored, took out the bank card and looked at it, and was pleasantly surprised to find that the password was actually written on the back.

Enter the bank card number into the mobile phone client, and when you look closely, the deposit is as much as 150,000 yuan.

Boy! So much money came out of thin air, enough for me to eat and drink spicy and chic for a while, glanced at the holder of this bank card, I was stunned when I saw the name, and three big characters were clearly written: Cai Weiwei.

Excluding the objective factor of the owner and the sister of the migrant worker's eldest brother, I can't help but connect these two things together.

At first, it was the migrant brother who gave me the photo, and then there were necklaces, bracelets, high-end makeup bags, and this bank card.

Excluding the photo, there are a few other things that happen to be essential for women, and according to the understanding from head to toe, will it be high heels that will appear next?

I don't know why, my head "buzzed", and a deep sense of fear permeated every pore of my skin.

Hold on until six o'clock in the morning, and run down the stairs all the way back to the dormitory.

When I woke up the next day, it was already the middle of the night, I hurriedly got up and put on my work clothes, and halfway through it, I suddenly saw a pair of red high heels at the head of my bed, very dirty and old, I was stunned, scratched my head and asked the people in the dormitory, asking if they were whose girlfriends came and left their high heels here.

Several of the boys looked at me with disdain, and one of them pointed at my nose and yelled, "! What do you say? Several of our brothers' girlfriends are clean and good girls, how can their shoes be so dirty and old? If you talk nonsense again, I'll beat you up! ”

Because he had just woken up, he was dazed, and he sat on the edge of the bed in a daze.

Although the kid's words are very unpleasant, but they are not unreasonable, just ask, what girl will be so sloppy and not exquisite, everyone has a love for beauty, which normal girl would wear this kind of shoes to meet her boyfriend!

After thinking for a while, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he hurriedly took out the photos in his wallet, among which there was a photo of the woman wearing high heels exactly like this pair.

Holding on to his courage, he threw the pair of high heels out of the window, put on his work uniform and ran out of the dormitory.

The dormitory was in the basement below the midnight company, and after running out, I saw that everything was silent, and the white moonlight shone on the earth.

I don't dare to think much about high heels along the way, anyway, it's important to go to work, and in the middle of the night, thinking about some weird things, my heart is hairy.

As I was about to reach Building 4, a puff of smoke came in my face, causing me to cough repeatedly.

I'm wondering, could it be that there is a fire in the neighborhood?

From afar, I saw a fire flickering at the door of the unit in Building 4, and when I got closer, my head "buzzed" loudly.

An old lady in ragged and unkempt clothes is squatting on the ground and burning paper money!

Her skin was bloodless, shriveled and seeping, and her hands were like dead branches.

The paper money in front of the old lady burned more and more, and the fire became more and more intense, and I felt a slap in my heart, and I just wanted to rush past her into the corridor.

Suddenly, I heard her talking to herself: "Weiwei, you have been dead for so many years, and I don't know how you are doing over there." I'll give you more money to burn, spend it, and buy more beautiful clothes you like to wear. ”

I was stunned, and my whole body stopped in place as if I had lost my soul, and slowly turned my head away.

The old lady is skinny, with snow-white hair, looking extremely dazzling, beside her, there is a paper villain, the belly of the villain clearly has the heroic block of the brush, three big characters: Cai Weiwei.

After seeing it clearly, I ran into the corridor like crazy, afraid that the old lady behind me would catch up, my brain was blank, and in the spirit of life, I climbed to the fifth floor in one breath, and sat on the steps with my butt, panting and embarrassed.

Looking back on the days of work, almost every day at this time, people come and go in and out of the elevator, the flow is endless, and I never know what it is like outside.

Thinking about it, since the disappearance of that strange middle-aged man, every day in the middle of the night, there would be choking smoke floating downstairs, and I haven't paid much attention to it.

Today, because I overslept, I didn't come to duty until two o'clock in the middle of the night, and then I found the old lady who burned paper money under fate. As expected, the old lady has been burning paper money downstairs for a while.

For several days, I have been restless, I have encountered strange things one after another, this night witnessed the old lady burning paper money for the deceased Cai Weiwei, who has been dead for many years, there was something about this woman called Cai Weiwei before, I still have a fluke mentality, fantasizing that it is just a coincidence.

But until this day, I was convinced that this matter was not so simple.

I was curled up in the elevator doorway, looking down the stairs from time to time, afraid that the old lady would climb up from below, and I had nowhere else to go but to stay here, looking through the mirror on the wall, I was like a poor stray dog.

I held on until half past four in the morning, and I was about to be frightened, so I rushed out of Building 4 and opened a room in a hotel near the Fenglin Haojing, intending to sleep well, but when I turned off the lights, I always felt that there were other people in the room.

Tossing and turning for half an hour, I simply didn't sleep, called a club I once visited, and spent 2,000 yuan to find a chicken.

I didn't think about it that much at the time, anyway, there were 150,000 yuan in that bank card, and men have always been reckless in front of women.

When it was over, the chickens lay down on the bed and slept, while I sat on the windowsill and smoked, looking at the fading moonlight on the horizon, thinking about what to do next.

After all, strange things are happening one after another, and maybe what will happen next, if my life is also taken into it, won't it be over?

But the key is that the salary given by this job is so high, it is difficult for me to give up easily, and now the world is so difficult to mix, I am a typical poor second generation, the boss is not small, or alone, even if I don't do it, I have to earn enough money for my wife first.

After weighing the pros and cons, I decided not to quit my job for the time being and continue to do it.

I thought I should ask others about Building 4, such as the previous building 4 elevator manager.

At noon, I returned to Fenglin Haojing Property Company, walked straight to the company cafeteria, and planned to inquire where the last elevator manager of Building 4 lived and what his home address was.

Strangely, when I enthusiastically saluted the staff, they almost ignored me, and I guessed that the young men were young and should look for the older ones.

It's a pity that when the older ones listen to my question, they all shake their heads.

Among them, the master of Building 2 saw that I was very honest and respectfully gave him a cigarette, so he found a place where no one was there and wrote down the home address of the previous elevator manager of Building 4 and handed it to me.

He looked at me, sighed and said, "Alas, I think you're a good kid, I advise you, don't do it in Building 4, change it as soon as possible." Just know it in your heart, don't tell anyone else. ”

I nodded my head in fear, "Thank you, uncle." ”

He reiterated earnestly: "I think you're a good kid, so I'm going to help you, if it's someone else, I really won't be able to help." Almost no one is willing to take care of this matter. ”

I was very grateful to this uncle in my heart, and I bowed to him again and again to thank him.