After listening to Lin Sanjiu's question, the middle-aged woman smiled, obviously not feeling that what she said next was abnormal at all. "I am a housewife and never go out. Of course I don't know where the exit is."
Lin Sanjiu suppressed the objections and doubts that naturally arose - "Were you born in this apartment?" - The less she said, the more the other person might say.
The other person's next sentence became common sense again.
"Why is the exit at someone's house?" said the middle-aged housewife. "If people come and go in that building, don't they have to go through that person's house? Who would want others to come in and out of their own house?
"You must have been deceived. The exit couldn't have been at someone else's house. Can you still trust what the agent says? Don't believe a word they say."
"Why did you lie to me?" Lin Sanjiu asked.
She was standing in the corridor at the moment. Although every door except 103 was closed, she felt that she was standing under the eyes of all peeps. She couldn't tell how long this feeling had been present; if the apartment residents had been
If you were looking at her, her method of dealing with intermediaries must have been exposed long ago.
"Here, because the rent is cheap, there are people from all walks of life." The middle-aged housewife said in a very affirmative tone: "You are a young girl, you are so valuable, it is equivalent to a lot of assets, how can you dare to enter other people's homes casually?
At home, what should I do if I can’t get out?”
While speaking, her body blocked most of the scene behind the door of Room 103; above her head, Lin Sanjiu could only see a wall and a shoe rack with shoes overflowing all over the floor.
"I don't know who is trying to deceive you, but I can assure you that there is no exit at home." The middle-aged housewife seemed to have noticed her gaze, and she said with a look of understanding, "I'm a good person."
Housewives with children cannot afford to have bad intentions and harm others..."
As she spoke, she pushed the door open a little further, and a smile full of understanding appeared on her face.
"If you don't believe it, just come in and take a look."
Lin Sanjiu reflexively wanted to step back - she suppressed her reaction in time and glanced twice at the middle-aged housewife's face.
"No, I won't go in." She raised her chin towards the door and said, "If you could open the door and let me see inside..."
"No problem," unexpectedly, the middle-aged housewife immediately retreated into the room and said openly, "Just take a look."
Soon, Lin Sanjiu understood why she was so generous: because the layout of this house was different from that of Room 108 where the agent Xiao Xu lived. After opening the door, there was only a square living room with no bedroom visible; only one side of the living room was
A tightly closed door - it was impossible to tell whether the exit was behind that door.
Just when Lin Sanjiu quietly sent in a small stream of consciousness, the middle-aged housewife smiled.
"Have you finished reading? I still have to look after the child." She put one hand on the door, and before Lin Sanjiu could speak out to delay the time, she slammed the door with a "dong" - and she didn't have time to close the wave.
The consciousness that came back was immediately cut off and disappeared behind the door like a stone sinking into the sea.
Teacher Yi was so distressed that he gasped: "Be careful, you have already lost two pieces of consciousness... Also, you have to hurry up."
She also wants to catch up, but the question is, how to catch up?
Lin Sanjiu originally thought that "finding the exit" was just a matter of kicking the door open and taking a look. How could she have imagined that she couldn't even open the door, and wouldn't dare to enter after being asked to open it? She was so irritated that she turned away from room 103.
He glanced at the room with his flashlight and landed on the door of Room 104 opposite.
It was as if even the sound of the radio broadcast behind the door had been pulled out of the darkness by the flashlight, and it reached Lin Sanjiu's ears more clearly than before.
The first time she heard the broadcast behind the door, she felt that it came from an old-fashioned radio, not a mobile phone or a computer. Now she got closer and listened carefully, and she heard the special faint electric sound of an old-fashioned radio.
Her guess was correct.
Lin Sanjiu knocked hard on the door a few times, and the voice that slowly sounded from behind the door was indeed dry and hoarse and belonged to an old man: "Who is it?"
Judging from the sound, the old man was still far away from the door; Lin Sanjiu didn't say a word and knocked on the door a few more times.
"Who is it? Why don't you speak?" The old man raised his voice a little and suddenly became a little unhappy: "Is it the one on the second floor?"
Lin Sanjiu's heart trembled and she stopped her hand, fearing that the next knock on the door would interrupt the flow of information.
"I usually come in and out of your house, but you don't want me to help you with things," the old man complained. "Why do you come to me to do things when I'm not going out? How old am I? I can't stand being tired.
…”
What he means is - the entrance and exit of the apartment is indeed in someone's home, and that apartment is on the second floor? When entering and leaving that person's home, will the other party ask passers-by to help?
Lin Sanjiu got goosebumps with excitement; probably because she was so absorbed in thinking, when she realized that the old man's last words were very close to the door, it seemed too late - 104 There was a dark shadow under the door.
fell into silence.
"Why...it's not the one on the second floor," the old man said slowly, as if he was a little pleased. "Are you here to see me?"
He said he was on the second floor, but that might not be true. Maybe she should ask a few more questions.
"No, I'm here to find the exit." All Lin Sanjiu could think of at the moment was this blank question: "You just said that the exit is on the second floor? Which room is it?"
The door lock of Room 104 opened with a click, but the old man did not open the door. Through a door panel, the old voice floated in the air whitened by the flashlight: "I just said that.
?"
Lin Sanjiu was startled.
"No... you must have heard it wrong." The old voice said, "The exit of this apartment is at my house... When I am old, I stay at home alone and lonely, and there are young people coming in and out.
It also added a bit of popularity to my family. So I didn’t mind at all and moved into an apartment with an exit. Come on, just open the door and take a look.”
This time, the goosebumps on Lin Sanjiu's arms were not due to excitement.
When she turned around and walked deeper into the corridor, each step faster than the other, she could still hear the old man shouting hoarsely from behind the door: "Hey! Don't leave, it's true, come in and take a look..."
Lin Sanjiu stomped up the stairs. The flashlight light dispersed the darkness in front of her, and the darkness closed behind her. With her own heavy breathing, she quickly climbed up to the second floor; she almost stopped before she could.
At the same time, she also confirmed one thing: the middle-aged housewife's statement that "the people behind the apartment want to trick you into entering" is probably true.
So far, this clue does not conflict with anything anyone has said - the agent Xiao Xu said that the outlet was in the apartment, and whether the people in the apartment wanted to trick Lin Sanjiu into entering and then take action. If you think about it carefully, it is actually
Two different things.
But the interesting part is not here yet.
It was already obvious that the old man wanted to trick her into entering the house; what is really worth pondering is that the middle-aged housewife seemed to also want to trick her into entering the house - but it was obviously she who told Lin Sanjiu to beware of people in the house cheating her.
Got in.
If the middle-aged housewife wants to lie to her, why should she be reminded to make her wary? If the middle-aged housewife lets her in just to prove that her home is indeed not an exit, not to mention that it is contradictory to her reminder, after having the reminder
, middle-aged housewives should also think that this is not a good way to prove themselves, right?
It was just like... a middle-aged housewife should tell the truth, so she said it, even if the next truth would affect her success rate in deceiving people into the house.
This rule seems to be confirmed by the old man in Room 104.
If what the old man said that "the exit is on the second floor" is true... Lin Sanjiu quickly walked through the renovated 201. There was only one person breathing quietly behind the door in 202, there were more than one person talking in a low voice in 203, and there was another person in 203.
Room 204 was being renovated, and I didn’t know which door I should try.
Just when she was hesitating, a young man's voice suddenly sounded in 206: "Who is outside? Has my takeaway arrived?"
Lin Sanjiu had an idea and quickly pulled out a box of vacuum-packed cooked food from the card library, hastily stuffed it into a plastic bag, and replied, "Yes."
The door of room 206 opened quickly - Lin Sanjiu noticed that this time there was no sound of the door lock being released. It seemed that not every resident locked the door - a boy who looked like a college student came from the door.
Finally his head was exposed. Like the middle-aged housewife, he only opened the door a small crack.
When he reached out his hand from the crack in the door to receive the plastic bag, Lin Sanjiu did not hand it over.
"There are too many rooms here. I forgot where the exit is and I got lost." She stared into the male college student's eyes and asked, "I'm here to deliver food to you. You have to tell me the exit, right?"
My intuition tells me that everyone seems to be compiling articles recently? This copy was originally planned to be completed after writing three chapters. I really didn’t expect that it would get longer and longer. The outline of my copy is getting thinner and thinner, just like the book Doomsday Paradise.
The same fate as... It seems that the only way for me not to write longer and longer is to be like Milady's novel, someone always reminds me: "How many words do you have? A total of 150,000, how many thousands do you have left? Can you?"