Zhang Zedong has forgotten how long it has been since he had a good sleep...
His girlfriend's suicide, coupled with what happened after that, left him mentally devastated.
He didn't even know what to do.
No matter when, the feeling that someone is always hiding in my home is constantly hitting my mind.
Bedroom, toilet, refrigerator, under the bed...
He was worried about every place.
It was just a corner of a simple house furnished with furniture, but he always felt that someone must be hiding in these places and staring at him.
When I rest, when I close my eyes and fall asleep, that guy will come out and wander around the houses like the owner of the house.
It's not like he hasn't told his friends.
It’s not like we didn’t call the police...
But even if surveillance cameras are installed, they will not have any effect.
Everyone feels that they can't stand the excitement, and maybe the pressure of life makes them breathless, which is why they have this kind of fantasy of being persecuted.
Someone advised him to take a good rest.
This time is mainly used to recuperate the body, and don’t think about other messy things...
But are those things he wants to think about?
Ever since he saw that figure in the toilet, he became more and more suspicious of whether there was something wrong with his brain.
After all, there is no reason why there is such a person hiding at home, even if he is discovered by himself...
The other party has not done anything that has a substantial impact on him so far. He is hiding here as if he is just looking for a place to stay.
No, no reason...
This kind of thing is simply too ridiculous.
Zhang Zedong also doesn't want to believe that there are such boring people in the world who follow him all the time and don't do anything excessive to him, just to scare him...
"Is it possible that there is really something wrong with my brain?"
"Do I really need to listen to everyone's advice and see a psychiatrist appropriately?"
"Then go and cooperate with the treatment?"
Zhang Zedong is under suspicion.
He was unable to determine his true inner thoughts.
Sometimes, he even wonders if he has had a long, long dream from which he still hasn't woken up...
And Lin Xiaoxiao appeared.
It was to push his doubts further to a point where he was willing to be convinced.
Incomprehensible people say incomprehensible things.
What are you trying to do to save yourself? You will die soon...
Apart from reminding Zhang Zedong of those old men and women who tell people's fortunes under the overpass, he could not think of any other identity to place on that person.
"The voice sounds very young..."
"The figure is too fat."
"Although I can't see her face clearly, I can still tell that she doesn't appear to be very old."
"For such a young girl to find me, the possibility of cheating is not too great..."
"And regarding my address and a series of other information, she seemed very confident when she said it."
Forced thinking is the most deadly.
Originally, Lin Xiaoxiao just wanted to leave a mysterious and suspenseful aspect to make Zhang Zedong suspicious. Finally, when something happened, he called her so that she could participate in the whole incident as planned.
But both Lin Xiaoxiao and Qianye made a mistake in their calculations.
Maybe I didn’t even think about calculating this tricky and useless angle...
At this time, in Zhang Zedong's mind, he had gradually thought of Lin Xiaoxiao as some kind of outsider.
Even under the influence of various film and television dramas and folk rumors, he still wondered whether Lin Xiaoxiao was like that. He was actually very old, but used unknown magical methods to keep his appearance at a young age.
.....
Under this exaggerated imagination.
To gain Zhang Zedong's basic trust is a piece of cake.
Generally speaking, if you want to deceive someone.
The more the other party lacks something and the more they want something, if you try to deceive them from this point, it will seem to get twice the result with half the effort...
Such as those guys who were defrauded of their money.
Basically, people who have no money, or feel that their money is too little, and are greedy and want more, are deceived.
Now that Zhang Zedong is in crisis, what he needs most at this time is undoubtedly a sense of security.
When no one believed in him, if a person like Lin Xiaoxiao jumped out, then he would naturally trust and follow Lin Xiaoxiao...
This also led to the reason why Lin Xiaoxiao dialed the number not long after leaving his phone number.
Unfortunately.
Lin Xiaoxiao asked him to think carefully before calling.
Although this will indeed increase the mystery of Lin Xiaoxiao, for Zhang Zedong, receiving such a reply is undoubtedly very painful and scratching...
Can't get an answer.
Still need to think more carefully...
What are you thinking?
What on earth is there to think about?
Maybe this is how you get the joy of being a Riddler.
When you see someone scratching their head and trying to solve the mystery they have created, you will feel an indescribable pleasure...
Put Lin Xiaoxiao's matter aside for the time being.
After all, Zhang Zedong had no idea what he was thinking about. He planned to wait for a while before calling again, so that maybe Lin Xiaoxiao would tell him the answer.
These days.
He is still suffering from the past.
The feeling that there are other people at home has not dissipated in the slightest. It seems to have been lingering in my mind, constantly reminding me that this seemingly safe home is actually not just me staying here...
.
After rummaging through every corner of the house and making sure that this was just a feeling and that no one was at home, Zhang Zedong's feeling decreased slightly and he felt a little bit more secure.
Wait until Zhang Zedong has tidied up all the messed up rooms.
Unknowingly, the time has come to night.
After resetting the password for the newly installed smart door lock, he walked into the bathroom and started washing...
In the old mottled mirror.
Zhang Zedong's face was extremely ugly.
Just as Qianye and Lin Xiaoxiao saw, the skin color was not as white as a normal person, and there was no trace of blood on the face...
The impact of that feeling.
Not an ordinary little...
Living alone leads to a lack of warmth at home.
No matter what it is, Zhang Zedong’s home can feel a dull silence...
After simply washing up and setting the alarm clock, Zhang Zedong got into his cold quilt, closed his eyes and began to try to fall asleep...
His sleep was as bad as his condition.
This month, I always have to lie under the quilt for an hour or two.
Only then can the brain be completely rested.
When it was completely silent outside the house and the lights on each floor of the community were turned off, Zhang Zedong fell asleep with difficulty...
There is no moon tonight.
The gray clouds seemed to have drawn a thick curtain, enveloping the whole world.
The night wind was a bit strong.
The rolling leaves rustled, and the criss-crossing branches swayed gracefully, dancing an obscure dance.
I don't know what time it was, but it seemed to have rained lightly outside.
But now it seems to have stopped.
wind,
It also gradually subsided.
Zhang Zedong didn’t know how long he had been asleep...
...
"Ding, wrong password!"
However,
late at night......
A sudden electronic sound woke Zhang Zedong from his light sleep.
When he opened his eyes drowsily from his sleep, his heart was filled with anger. He knew very well that once he was woken up, it would take a long time to fall asleep again.
"who is it?"
"Did someone go to the wrong room and accidentally press the wrong password on the lock?"
He raised his head slightly, trying to look through the dark living room and see the door of the house.
certainly.
This is just an action he wants to do subconsciously. Due to the layout of the room, it is naturally impossible for him to see the location of the living room door...
"Ding, wrong password!"
The announcement of the smart door lock came again.
This made Zhang Zedong feel very confused.
If you went to the wrong house, you should have noticed something was wrong when you entered the password for the first time, and looked around to find out that you went to the wrong house.
If you enter the wrong password twice in a row, as long as you are not an idiot, you should think about the problem, right?
"Or maybe he's drunk?"
"Not quite conscious?"
Zhang Zedong was looking for reasons for the other party, and at the same time he lifted the quilt, ready to see what was going on.
Although the lights were not turned on, he was in his own home, so he would not trip and fall. Moreover, the living room was only a few steps away from the bedroom. Within a few seconds, Zhang Zedong arrived at the door of the living room.
Opening the iron plate covering the cat's eye, he squinted and looked outside...
The damn developer didn't install lights in the corridor, which is something he and other residents have always hated.
Fortunately, the corridor window is in a good position.
There is a faint light passing through, so that the field of vision can barely be seen clearly, and it is not like a blind cat stroking a mouse and unable to see anything.
"Strange, there is no one..."
I don't know if it's because I just woke up.
Zhang Zedong's brain was not completely clear at this time.
He just stood at the peephole and looked for a while. After finding no one outside, he turned back to the bedroom and prepared to sleep...
I didn't think about it in a weird direction at all, I just thought that what happened was what I imagined, that the resident of this building was drunk, unconscious, ran to the wrong room or floor, and accidentally pressed his own door lock.
And when the two password error announcements sounded.
The man also realized that he had gone to the wrong place, and then left, leaving Zhang Zedong without seeing anything...
"That's probably what it's like..."
With the sleepiness gradually coming over him, Zhang Zedong wrapped his body in the quilt, closed his eyes and prepared to fall asleep again.
but,
The announcement sounded again at this moment!
"Ding, wrong password!"
That person is still typing in his password!
Zhang Zedong, who failed to fall asleep, sat up immediately and looked up at the living room outside the bedroom.
If someone really went to the wrong place.
It is impossible to go back and enter the password again.
And the chance of two people making the wrong move in a short period of time is really too small...
Zhang Zedong felt something was vaguely wrong.
At this moment, he no longer had any thoughts of sleeping, he just wanted to figure out what was going on...
"Ding, wrong password!"
"Ding, wrong password!"
"Ding, the password is wrong..."
The door lock announcement continued to sound.
It’s different from before. It’s as if someone is typing in a hurry and can’t wait to come in...
"who?!"
Zhang Zedong bravely shouted, but no one responded to him.
The mechanical announcement sound of the door lock continued, and the non-stop "wrong password" kept irritating his tense nerves.
Dark night, strangeness, door lock...
The combination of a series of things constantly stimulates Zhang Zedong's brain.
His head, which was still groggy at first, suddenly became energetic and he stared at the door of the living room.
"yes......"
"that person?"
What did he think of?
The figure he once saw in the toilet, a sense of fear instantly emerged from the bottom of Zhang Zedong's heart. He didn't want to face it, let alone see that thing.
"No, it shouldn't be..."
"I must be too sensitive for this!"
Zhang Zedong was still trying to comfort himself, but at this moment, he simply couldn't calm down.
Should I go and look at the peephole again, or should I just stay in bed and wait for the door lock to end?
Zhang Zedong doesn't know.
He gradually lost his ability to think, and his brain was filled with unknown horrors until his scalp was numb...
"Ding, the password is correct!"
A sudden sound.
It made him hold his breath for a moment.
Just when Zhang Zedong was hesitating and surrounded by fear, the sound of the door lock changed like this...
Now.
He was still taking a chance, hoping that he had heard wrongly.
But two seconds later, the creak of the door being opened reached his ears through the air, and he had to admit this fact.
The man who unlocked the door...
Come in!
Almost subconsciously, Zhang Zedong glanced at the wardrobe in the bedroom. He did not dare to hesitate too much and fumbled out of bed, trying not to make a sound as he retracted himself into the wardrobe...
A little, a little more...
This is obviously not a simple matter.
That person might be in the living room.
When the bedroom door is not closed, any slightest movement can be transmitted outside.
Zhang Zedong shrank his feet and tried his best with cold sweat on his head.
And just as he was stuffing himself into the closet, the person who entered the living room also started to lift his legs and move.
High heel......
It’s the sound of high heels!
The crisp sound of stepping on the floor was absorbed by Zhang Zedong's ears.
Logically speaking, in terms of physical fitness, men have more inherent advantages than women, so there is no need for Zhang Zedong to be afraid of rushing out and having a fight.
I have experienced the last toilet incident.
He no longer has the slightest confidence to fight with that thing...
Now he just wants to hide!
After the man entered the living room, he did not immediately go to the bedroom to find Zhang Zedong. Instead, he stepped into the kitchen and heard the noise as if he had drawn a knife on the knife cabinet.
Maybe I want to try to see if it goes smoothly.
She also made several gestures in the air, making a whirring sound of air flowing...
The opponent has a knife in his hand.
This undoubtedly increased Zhang Zedong's fear.
While listening to the other party's movements, he tried hard to stuff himself into the closet...
And it happened to be just when he finished all this and closed the closet door.
The person who broke into his home.
It walked in...
There seems to be some foul smell in the air.
Zhang Zedong was afraid that he would be discovered, so he quickly covered his mouth with his hands, trying to reduce the sound that his breathing could produce.
Through the ventilation hole of the wardrobe, he could barely see the blurry scene in the bedroom.
In pitch darkness.
I saw a long-haired woman holding a knife walking in the room.
Although I can't see the other person's face clearly...