"Auntie, when are you coming back?"

"I don't have a job anymore, my house is still flooded, the new sheets I just changed yesterday are all wet today, and the mattress is a puddle...... Well, yes, it's fine, it's still on the windowsill, but it's hairier than me now......"

"Why are you laughing?"

The joys and sorrows of human beings are sometimes not the same.

Yan Yueming didn't want to cry, but when his aunt smiled, he couldn't help it, he was as sad as a frog. is also very lonely, after cleaning up at home for most of the day, he is so tired that he can only sit alone in the living room and watch boring TV series and eat instant noodles, next to his long grass doll with long hair like a waterfall.

This TV series is called "Breaking the Rules and Embracing You", boring is really boring, but the advantage is that the actor is very handsome and can soothe Yan Yueming's injured heart a little.

That night, Yan Yueming slept in the guest room.

He was very tired from a busy day's work, and went to bed at nine o'clock in the evening. Half-asleep and half-awake, he seemed to hear something outside, and woke up in a daze, and the sound of rain and hypnosis in his ears was like hypnosis, and he didn't know anything again.

The next day, the broken alarm clock did not ring again, but the biological clock still woke Yan Yueming up early. He sat up, subconsciously reached for his phone at the head of the bed, thinking about going to work, until his fingertips touched the cold phone case, and he remembered-

I am now a vagrant.

When I turned on my phone, it was only six o'clock in the morning.

Yan Yueming lay back again, turned over and wrapped herself in the quilt again, and shrunk into a ball.

The bed in the guest room was very small, the mattress was not soft enough, and the futon was not the one that Yan Yueming usually used, so he actually slept not very well last night, but he still didn't think about it.

On a spring morning, listening to the sound of the rain, lying on the bed at home, not having to squeeze the subway in the morning rush hour, not having to listen to the boss painting cakes, and making endless PPT, this feeling is really refreshing.

Yan Yueming didn't expect that she had only been unemployed for a day, and she had already begun to fall.

was so dazed, Yan Yueming lay down until half past six. It wasn't until his mind finally cleared up that he thought about today's weather.

This rain ...... Why hasn't it stopped?

Let's take a look at the gas forecast.

The working hours of the gas phase bureau can be called the underworld, because 23-24 o'clock in the evening is the "fluctuation time", and the gas phase bureau relies on this precious hour of time to predict the rules of the next day through special means.

As soon as 0:00 is passed, the rules are changed, and the gas phase bureau broadcasts the relevant rules in a timely manner, that is, the "gas phase forecast".

On the one hand, this is due to the fact that some people need to work late and go out of the morning stall, and they can't wait for dawn; On the other hand, it is to prevent the emergence of some special rules, which cause people who are sleeping to be defenseless and directly violated.

If this happens, the Gas Phase Bureau will enforce a city-wide notification. Of course, this is rare.

Today's gas forecasts are still long and cumbersome.

"Let's broadcast today's gas phase for you."

"Article 1: Shangcheng Fantasy Park is closed today, please be aware of the general public. If you encounter any passengers who claim to be going to Fantasyland, please refuse to carry them. ”

"Article 2: There is still some rain in Dongcheng District today, please make sure that you do not have any containers placed on your windowsill. When it rains, don't order any takeaway that contains fish as an ingredient. ”

“……”

"Sure enough, it's going to rain......" Yan Yueming muttered, and finally got up. He was a little worried that in such weather, his bed would not become moldy because it didn't dry out.

When he walked into the bedroom, it was worse than he expected. Wet sheets, curtains, and clothes can be washed and dried in a dryer, but not mattresses. The night passed, it was still very humid, and Yan Yueming still smelled a not very good smell.

After thinking about it, Yan Yueming decided to go out to Building 8.

On the first floor of Building 8 lives an old punk lady with a strange temper and a penchant for welding. The residents of Pu Boxzi Lane usually don't approve of what she is tinkering with, thinking that it is a pile of garbage, but Yan Yueming thinks that some of them are quite good, such as the "dehumidification iron" that he wants to borrow now. Yan Yueming once used it to roast sweet potatoes.

The old lady is 66 years old and lives alone. The old man felt shallow and got up early, Yan Yueming estimated that she was already awake at this time, so she made breakfast and put it in a thermos bucket and brought it to her.

The rain was not heavy, and the alleys were not deep. Yan Yueming lives in 1 building and the old lady lives in 8 buildings, one starts and the other ends, and it only takes a few minutes to walk.

didn't walk long, Yan Yueming, who was wearing a transparent raincoat, stopped. At this moment, the sky was still a little dark, but because it was not far away, he still saw through the rain curtain the door next to the 8 buildings.

Building 8 is at the southernmost end of the alley.

There is no south gate in Pu Box Lane.

Yan Yueming didn't believe in evil, and took a few steps closer to take a look, and there was indeed a big iron gate there!

That's what happens in this weird world. The third major feature of the rule is that there are gaps in the rules. Occasionally, in the corners of the city, something that shouldn't exist or has been changed to its original shape. For example, a non-existent road, a non-existent door, or something, some very big, some small. "Gas Forecasting" is not a panacea, and people always need to rely on themselves if they want to survive better.

The best way to face them is to run.

Xiao Ming's grandfather told Xiao Ming's father, and Xiao Ming's father told Xiao Ming: Thirty-six plans are the best plan.

With yesterday's lesson, Yan Yueming immediately wanted to turn around and go back.

But a manly man, he can't be so timid. Besides, he only went to Building 8, as long as he didn't enter that door, why couldn't he just be scared back?

Yan Yueming did a lot of psychological construction, then took a deep breath and continued to walk forward with the thermos bucket. In the alley at nearly seven o'clock, he was the only one who was empty, and many people in the residential buildings next to him had turned on the lights, but the people who came out of the morning stall had already gone out, and the people who went to work had not yet gone out.

It was raining, and the atmosphere of unease was still fermenting.

He walked carefully step by step, bowing his head slightly, his gaze avoiding the iron door.

The door was ajar.

Yan Yueming was extremely confirmed. Is someone out? But who would make such a mistake? Unless that person is so confused that there is no distinction between north and south. Is it an outsider? Or was the door open?

Stop, don't think about it anymore.

Yan Yueming couldn't help but speed up her pace, a door appeared, and it hadn't caused any trouble yet, and no one cared about calling the community.

The community will only appease you: I advise you not to go in, dear.

Thinking of this, Yan Yueming couldn't help but trot, and her rain boots stepped on the waterlogged stone road, making a "pop, pop" sound. After a few minutes, it was not long to arrive, but just as Yan Yueming was about to arrive at the gate of Building 8, he heard another footstep other than himself.

The footsteps were steady, unpleasant, not the sound of rain boots, but coming from the front.

It's all in the end, what else lies ahead? There's a door that shouldn't exist!

Yan Yueming's scalp was numb in an instant, he knew that he shouldn't look up, but he felt that his eyes fell on him, making him feel like a man's back.

Stabilization. Xiao Ming, you have to be calm. In this case, the best thing you can do is to pretend that you didn't find anything, ignore it, don't look at it, and go where you need to go.

But the alley was not very wide, and the footsteps were getting closer.

Suddenly, a pair of black boots appeared in Yan Yueming's lowered sight. The boots were stained with mud on the bottoms, leaving footprints as they walked, and they were quickly washed away by the rain.

Earth? Where does the dirt come from? In a nervous state, it was really difficult for Yan Yueming to control herself from thinking about anything, but it was in this electric light that the light in the old lady's kitchen was on.

The sudden light illuminated the road under Yan Yueming's feet.

The stagnant water on the ground reflected the face of the owner of the pair of boots, and the moment of shaking made Yan Yueming subconsciously look up - the two happened to pass by.

The man also glanced at him slightly, he was more than one meter eight tall, half a head taller than Yan Yueming. The hair is somewhat naturally curly, slightly long, tied with black leather bands, languid and natural.

As for the face, the black mask covered most of it, leaving only a pair of beautiful but slightly cold eyes outside.

After a quick glance, Yan Yueming felt that her heart skipped a beat, and she quickly lowered her head in a panic. He didn't dare to look at it anymore, but he didn't dare to look at it anymore, how could he subconsciously look up because he saw a handsome reflection?

He couldn't help but be annoyed, but the man didn't stop at all, as if Yan Yueming was a ball of air in his eyes, and walked over unhurriedly.

As the two staggered, the uneasiness quickly dissipated.

Who is this man?

Yan Yueming had never seen this man in the alley, where did he come from? Thinking of this, Yan Yueming couldn't help but look at the door again. There were still dirt footprints left in the doorway, and it seemed that the man had indeed come out of this door.

Where does that door lead?

No.

Yan Yueming suddenly woke up and found that she had taken a few more steps towards the door. He hurriedly retreated, and in the midst of surprise, he quickly turned back and knocked on the door of the old lady's house, "Grandma Li? Grandma Lee? It's me. ”

The old lady soon opened the door, and when she saw him like this, she asked suspiciously: "Early in the morning, did you hit a ghost?" ”

Under the warm yellow light, she tied her gray hair with a floral silk turban, two gold leaf earrings hanging from her ears, wore transparent goggles, and held an electric welding gun in her hand.

Yan Yueming came back to her senses completely, took off her raincoat and walked in, covered in cold sweat.

He thought about it and still didn't hide it, and while helping her put breakfast on the table, he carefully said what he had just encountered. After all, the old lady's house was closest to that door, and she had to be reminded of it.

The old lady didn't care, "Old lady, I live so old, what haven't I seen?" ”

She elegantly finished the breakfast Yan Yueming brought her, took out a tissue to wipe her mouth, glanced at Yan Yueming's bulky black-framed glasses, and said, "But Xiao Ming, let's have a little heart, beautiful men are just as dangerous as beautiful women, don't let people take their souls away." ”

Hearing this, Xiao Ming was a little weak-hearted.

At the same time, at the north gate of Pu Box Lane, that is, the real exit next to Yan Yueming's house, the man stood on the side of the road and answered a phone call.

"Ran away?" His voice seemed light in the light rain of the spring morning, but the slight smile that revealed it hid a thin anger, condensed into a silk thread, as if it could kill people invisibly.

"Reincarnation is not as fast as his." He said.