On summer nights, Ding Cheng could always hear the crying next door in his room facing the street.

A couple lives next door and sells condiments on Jianshe Road. The woman is in her early twenties and has a very hot figure. She often wears a pair of black elastic pants and a white vest and cooks in the aisle. The man has a big nose and always carries a beer in his hand.

bottle.

Those two people stayed up very late every night, until three o'clock in the morning, and there were still sounds of ahhhh and ahhh.

It's an old building with poor sound insulation, and the landlord didn't mention it when I rented the house.

Thinking about it, I was really deceived.

The contract only expires in half a year. Ding Cheng once thought that the worst he could do was to endure it for a while, and everything would be fine after the contract expired.

Now I understand that is simply impossible.

In the past few weeks, the crying next door has become more and more fierce. The sound does not sound like a human being. When it gets louder, the floor in my house will tremble.

I haven't had a good night's sleep since the first day I moved here. Recently, I have started to feel mentally trance-like. When I walk on the road, I will see faint green halos above the heads of passers-by.

Do you think normal people would see green light above other people’s heads?

It is said online that long-term lack of sleep can cause insufficient blood supply to the brain, trance, auditory hallucinations, visual hallucinations and other early symptoms of dementia. Now I have signs of development in that direction.

Can't live any longer.

Move out, start looking for a new house tomorrow morning, and then call the landlord. I shouldn't have rented her house cheaply in the first place. It's too late to regret it now. Give her the money if she wants it. I can't live here anymore anyway.

, if you continue to live there, one of you, mentally or physically, will definitely have problems first.

Phew~

Ding Cheng let out a breath of relief. When he thought that these were going to be his last days in this miserable place, he couldn't help but smile on his face, and even his breathing became lighter.

It was already half dark outside, and the aroma of oily smoke from the barbecue stalls drifted in through the window.

Haha, I suddenly remembered that I haven’t had dinner yet. What should I eat?

Let's make some quick-frozen dumplings.

Ding Cheng took out a pack of Wanzai Quan from the freezer and boiled a pot of water. While waiting for the water to boil, he turned on the LCD TV on the wall.

News was playing on the TV, and the female anchor’s voice was sweet:

"When I met Xiao Wu, he was relatively relaxed, but when we talked about what happened that day, the young man frowned."

The camera switched to a man with a bitter look on his face and a frown on his face: "My dad is always sneaky lately. He often opens the door and goes out in the middle of the night after we have gone to bed, and then quietly comes back at five or six in the morning, looking exhausted.

The look of exhaustion."

"He thought he was hiding it very well, but I had discovered it a long time ago. He must be hiding something from my mother and me, so I followed him last night."

"I followed my dad until I saw him walking into the unfinished building on Qianjiang Road. I parked the car on the side of the road and planned to follow him, but as soon as I turned off the car, I saw a man about the same age as me.

We walked around from the tree and entered the unfinished building together, chatting and laughing with him."

"I hurried back to the car and turned on the video on my phone. The two of them stayed inside for more than half an hour, and they kept making loud noises!"

"I couldn't help it anymore. I rushed in with a flashlight and caught them on the second floor. As soon as I pressed them, they all attacked me!"

"My dad said they were waiting for Fu Jiang there. They have been waiting there for Fu Jiang for the past half month."

?

The reporter held back his laughter and said, "Tomie, is that the one in the comics?"

The man nodded solemnly.

Suddenly, his voice lowered: "What my dad said is true..."

At this point, the old TV suddenly made a familiar hissing sound.

Ding Cheng suddenly felt something bad.

Sure enough, the LCD screen beeped a few times, the picture and sound were interrupted at the same time, and then with a bang, the entire screen turned into a shining snowflake.

"If you accept it, you can't spend more money to buy a better one."

Ding Cheng sighed and unplugged the TV.

The TV often breaks down halfway through the viewing, not just for a day or two. In order to save money, the landlord chooses the cheapest everything.

It is rare to see LCD TVs in shopping malls now, and this LCD TV is even more basic among the basic models. It is probably a clearance sale from some store, or it may be a product that has been eliminated from her home and she was asked to move it directly.

come over.

Turn the power on - off - then on again, repeat a few times, and the screen returns to normal.

But the key part has already been broadcast.

The camera has switched back to the face of the female anchor. She is holding the script and her voice is sweet:

"That's it for today's 1818 titanium alloy eyes. I'm Biluo. Thank you for watching. Please continue to watch "The Book of Getting Rich - Sow Feeding and Postpartum Care". It will be played for you after the commercial. Please don't go away.

…”

"boom!"

Ding Cheng lazily turned off the TV and put the remote control aside.

What is all this?

He was very familiar with that unfinished building on Qianjiang Road. He would pass by it every day when taking the bus to work. It was said that there were strange sounds coming from there every night.

The boiling water was bubbling in the pot, and the lid jumped suddenly.

The water is boiling.

Ding Cheng put on his slippers and got out of bed, finished his dinner hastily, and lay back happily on the bed, holding up his mobile phone and scrolling through short videos.

Before he knew it, it was completely dark outside. Ding Cheng yawned. It seemed that he had used up most of his energy at work. He would get tired easily if he did even a little work after returning home.

It's nine o'clock, it's time to go to bed. Ding Cheng turns off his mobile phone, puts on earplugs, closes his eyes and waits for sleep to fall.

…

"Ah~oo~ah! Ah!"

Ding Cheng was once again awakened from his sleep by the familiar cry. He knew that his earplugs must have fallen off again. There was no fan on in the room in summer, and a thin layer of sweat had already appeared on his body, which was sticky and stuck to his skin, just like now.

Feeling.

Ding Cheng, who was used to it, didn't even complain. He turned on the light and sat by the bed for a while with his eyes squinted.

Speaking of which, the neighbor next door is really nice. Ding Cheng could clearly feel the floor of his house trembling.

What on earth are they doing at home? It's hard not to make people wonder.

After a long yawn, Ding Cheng lost all sleep and walked to the window to light a cigarette.

The cool night breeze blew in, and Ding Cheng looked out the window in trance.

The apartment he rented was quite special. From a specific position, he could see his neighbor's house. However, he usually wouldn't peek out, but tonight he turned his head unexpectedly.

Then I saw the most terrifying scene so far.
Chapter completed!