Jack stepped up the old staircase, through the narrow hallway, and pulled out the key. The hoarse deadbolt creaked, as if it had been tired of years of clasping.

Jack walked through the living room and pushed the door into the bedroom. The only light source in the darkness was a dilapidated television set that reflected the four walls in an icy blue.

The skinny woman was lying on the bed, her severely malnourished body with skin as thin as a cicada's wings, and bulging joints could be seen everywhere. The bumpy skin is quite eerie against the fluorescence.

The woman raised her eyelids when she saw him enter the door: "Failed again?" ”

"Or else?" Jack said viciously, "A bunch of blind guys. They said I lacked a resume, I lacked experience, and I wasn't the right fit for the job

. Talk as if they could do anything, a bunch of stupid guys with fat heads and big ears."

The woman sighed lightly and did not speak.

But this sigh seemed to touch the sensitive nerves of her husband. He immediately raised his head like a stimulated beast and said angrily, "What do you mean by sighing? ”

The woman was frightened: "It's nothing, I'm just. I just think it's a bit of a pity. But it doesn't matter, we can find a job tomorrow and there will always be a chance"

"You just think I'm useless, are you? You're thinking we can't make any money, and we can't even pay our water bills. "So you never thought of moving your matchstick ass out and trying to make some money?" ”

The woman was silent.

This is not the first time that I have failed in my application, and it certainly won't be the last. They had been whirling in this whirlpool for a long time, as if an ominous cloud hung over the sky and refused to disperse for a long time.

Jack flares up in exasperation for a while, but gets no response and soon gets bored. He took off his clothes and socks and jumped directly into bed, with a strange smell on his body.

He picked up the remote control at the head of the bed and changed it to a channel that interested him. His wife watched for a few minutes and felt bored for a while, so she lay down with her back to him, pulled up the quilt and pretended to be asleep.

But Jack turned up the volume of the TV very loudly and refused to stop for a moment.

There's a guy on TV jokingly saying, "Honey, where?."

Then there was a giggle, accompanied by the sound of the door opening: "So handsome, and mighty."

It's the kind of midnight party show you don't want your kids to see.

There was a sudden buzzing sound. The TV screen suddenly went out, the only light source disappeared, and the room was plunged into darkness.

Jack flares up again, curses twice in a muffled voice, and glares viciously at his wife beside him.

"Lost your electricity bill?"

"Should. No way? The woman got up from the quilt blankly, "The last time I had sex was supposed to be. Last week? ”

Anyway, it's used too fast.

"Maybe it's a power outage."

Knock knock.

There was a knock on the door.

"Who?" Jack asked impatiently.

Then he felt a cold hand grasp his arm, and he was shivering uneasily.

"What?" Jack frowned at his wife, who was shaking like a sieve.

"He knocked on. It's the bedroom door. The woman said tremblingly.

That's when Jack realized the problem. There were only two of them in this dilapidated house, and the knock on the door was undoubtedly coming from the living room, so who was in their living room?

An inexplicable fear welled up in his heart, and the ominous darkness contributed to the intensification of this emotion.

But Jack doesn't think he's a timid person. The visit of the uninvited guest made him a little nervous, but it did not take away his fighting spirit. He grabbed the bedside lamp and jumped out of bed, dragged the long cable with the plug in it, and walked lightly out the door.

He took a deep breath and slammed the door open.

But there was nothing behind the door.

Silent darkness mockingly enveloped the living room, like an invisible wall. A terrifying, suffocating aura was echoing through the space.

And then the voice came again.

This time the knuckles are banging on the window.

For a moment, Jack felt as if he had been frozen in ice, and his heart was almost beating out of control.

This is the ninth floor. No one can knock on that window from the outside.

He screamed, desperately throwing the lamp in his hand at the window. There was a crisp crash, the bedside lamp tumbling to the floor, and a deep crack appeared on the window.

Behind the rift was a figure.

A thin old man, standing out of the window with a blank face, his shriveled and wrinkled face like a dead man, his empty eyes clearly reflected in this dark room.

Fear finally swallowed up Jack in the darkness.

He began to scream, his body retreating as if enchanted in the direction of the window, his hands and feet and the ground were retreating, and he was muttering something in his mouth, and his whole body trembled like chaff.

Apparently Jack was not conscious. He didn't even notice when there was more people in the room.

"Alright, don't be nervous, it's all right, sir."

Jiangbei comforted the out-of-control strong man.

"You don't have to pull on my cloak, no one will hurt you"

"Huh?"

Jack came back to his senses, looked up in a daze, and saw the young man in blue uniform in front of him, and he was desperately tugging at the other man's cloak at some point.

The wife poked her head out from behind the bedroom door, secretly observing the situation, still shivering.

Jack looked at Jiangbei blankly: "You Superman?" But how are you, how am I? ”

"I was on my way somewhere else, but I happened to be passing by, and I heard your voice calling for help and came to see the situation."

Jack looked at the window with trepidation.

The bedside lamp he threw fell to the side, leaving a clear cobweb-like crack in the window. But the frightened old face behind the window seemed to be vaguely dangling in front of his eyes, lingering in his mind.

No, that's not a delusion.

Intuition said so to him.

That's true.

He turned his head in shock: "Superman. Did you see anything strange or supernatural when you came? ”

Jiang Bei shook his head: "I only see what you're afraid of." Maybe the other person was gone when I came. Tell me more, what do you see? ”

"I'm um. All right. ”

Jack let out a sigh.

Jiangbei is not often active in this area, and Jack's perception of Superman only stays on the content of the Internet. But Rao is so, he also knows that this is a real big man, or at least that's what is rumored on the Internet. Now he can only hope that the ability of this superhuman deity is not much worse than what is rumored on the Internet.

"I saw an old man, outside that window." Jack looked at the window with apprehension and paused, "And he looks uh. It should be my father. ”

"So he's a transcendent?" Jiangbei asked.

"Nope."

Jack shuddered, and his expression turned terrified again.

He should be a dead man."

(End of chapter)