you better leave me alone

As Lin Zewu said, he stayed at home for three days honestly, no one came to see him, and even the harassing calls were automatically intercepted by the mobile phone software.

The weird feeling that morning seemed to be just his hallucination.

Resting for two days proved that Lin Zewu was indeed not sick. The lack of energy that day was due to Wen Chen's inexplicable tantrums the night before, and the two were still talking nonsense until early in the morning.

So the culprit is lack of sleep.

That night, after eating the cake, Lin Zewu opened the door with the cream smeared on his face from the sneak attack, and threw Wen Chen Yi out without hesitation.

Sunday is the last day.

This morning, around ten o'clock in the evening, Lin Zewu saw that there was no movement in the bedroom, so he prepared to wash up and go to sleep.

Shortly after turning off the lights.

In the pitch-dark environment, a flash of fluorescent light suddenly lit up, Lin Zewu rolled up the quilt and turned sideways, a new message popped up on the mobile phone beside him.

Wen Chen: I still have to go to work tomorrow, right?

Lin Zewu closed his eyes halfway, and replied with a "hmm".

He was probably standing next to his mobile phone, and a string of mobile phone numbers was sent from it.

Wen Chen: 159xxxx4858

Wen Chen: That was Ma Yang’s cell phone number just now. If you need to find him, his family lives nearby.

Lin Zewu: Got it.

Lin Zewu: I saved it.

Wen Chen: ...

Wen Chen: It's all right.

Lin Zewu: Brother, I fell asleep.

The "typing" end went back and forth several times, and finally only sent a simple word.

Wen Chen: Yes.

There were still footsteps upstairs, and then within 2 minutes after the news was sent, there was no sound.

The phone "slapped" to the floor, and it automatically turned off after 30 seconds, and the living room fell into endless darkness again. Lin Zewu retracted his hands into the quilt, and closed his eyelids.

Not long after, his head sank slightly, but the brows gradually frowned.

Lin Zewu had a long-lost dream.

He rarely dreamed in the past ten years or so, and most of the scenes he remembered were repeated every time.

Repeating what happened in a certain period of time in the past, extracting fragments from it, stimulated him to never forget.

Maybe it's a psychological problem.

Orange flames, suffocating smoke, and chaotic alarms all turned into a flashlight breaking through the door.

The origin of all this is the debt that cannot be repaid and the reality that there is no way out.

"..."

Lin Zewu woke up with a start.

He was panting slightly, and his fingertips were firmly grasping against the palm, which should have left a few crescent marks.

Mind gradually returned.

The place in memory is almost the same as his home, which makes Lin Zewu feel unreal every time he wakes up.

But that's been a decade or so, and it shouldn't dominate his emotions anymore.

Lin Zewu stood up, felt the darkness and went to the dining table to pour a glass of water, the water was already completely cold, half of the glass was cold, and the drowsiness escaped seven or eight points.

The window of the balcony has been closed tightly during this time, occasionally opened for ventilation, Lin Zewu felt tight in his chest at the moment, pushed open the closed window, and stood quietly by the window for a while.

Quiet and dark.

On the road, there are street lights every ten meters, and they line up and extend into the distance.

Everything looks familiar.

Lin Zewu calmed down for a moment, and attributed the dream just now to "thinking every day and dreaming at night".

Just as he was about to narrow the window, he stretched out his upper body to see the bottom of the building at a glance. When he saw something, Lin Zewu paused, his heart stopped beating, and his pupils shrank instantly.

Under the concrete slab protruding from the doorway at the bottom of the building, an orange spark flashed by.

this means--

There are people downstairs.

Lin Zewu didn't sleep all night, he woke up at three o'clock in the morning last night.

At this time when the rooster is not even crowing, there is a person downstairs squatting silently.

Lin Zewu tugged at his phone, calling 110 whenever something went wrong, and just sat on the sofa for half the night.

Nearly five o'clock, Lin Zewu squinted for a while in a daze, and then woke up almost eight o'clock, lying so that his back was sore.

When he went out to throw out the trash in the morning, Lin Zewu's face was very ugly.

At the bottom of the building, I happened to meet Wen Chen who was about to go to work.

Wen Chen put on a black cashmere coat today, looking several years older, mature and reserved.

Wen Chen straightened his cuffs, looked up to see his complexion, and then saw the blue and black circles under his eyes, and said, "I didn't go to bed very early last night."

Lin Zewu put his hands together and let out a breath slowly: "I'll go back and lie down later."

Seeing that his expression was not good, Wen Chen frowned slightly: "If you can't hold on, don't go to the supermarket today, we'll talk about it a few days later."

Lin Zewu said: "I know."

With him like this, Wen Chen couldn't say much, until Lin Zewu realized that they had been standing for too long, and raised his head suspiciously.

The subtle expression on Wen Chen's face disappeared in a flash.

The story of someone following Lin Zewu didn't completely turn to him, but he couldn't find a few clues, which made him in a passive state.

Wen Chen reminded him emphatically before leaving: "Call the police if something is wrong."

Lin Zewu watched him leave, and was about to turn around and go upstairs, when the landlord came out with a garbage bag dangling.

Lin Zewu stepped forward: "Give it to me."

The landlord raised his head and saw him, so he handed him the garbage bag and said, "The road is slippery, be careful."

When Lin Zewu returned after throwing away the garbage bag, the landlord was standing there pinching his knees.

"When it rains, the joints hurt, and people are useless when they are old."

Lin Zewu said: "The first floor is damp, that's normal."

The landlord waved his hand, obviously knowing the level of her own physical condition.

"Oh, by the way, Xiao Lin, when are you going out? Bring me a box of plasters." The landlord gestured twice, "Just the one you brought me last time. It won't hurt my knees at night."

Lin Zewu said: "Afternoon, but I won't be back until after ten o'clock in the evening. You will be asleep at that time. I will give it to you during the day tomorrow."

The landlord nodded again and again, and took out another 20 yuan from his pocket. Lin Zewu saw it and quickly pushed it back.

"A box doesn't cost much, where can I ask for your money."

"I don't want your young people's money." The landlord forced the money into his coat pocket and said with a straight face, "When have I ever been greedy for such a cheap price?"

Lin Zewu was helpless, and then suddenly remembered why he was looking for her.

"I have something to ask you."

The landlord hooked his back, took time to look up at him, and said, "What's the matter?"

Lin Zewu pointed at the door: "Last night, were there any strange sounds?"

The landlord denied it outright: "No, if there is, I don't know."

"What time did you wake up this morning?"

"It's past four o'clock." The landlord shook his head, "I can't sleep, I see it's raining outside, so I went to bring in the two bicycles outside."

"You went out?"

"It's freezing, and I don't know who parked the car outside carelessly. If someone steals it, they won't be able to find it." The landlord saw that he was wearing little clothes, and was worried, "You must wear more clothes when you go out in the afternoon. , otherwise it will be unbearable at night."

Lin Zewu agreed casually.

Is it just an illusion?

After all, the light of the fire flashed by, and it was hard to say whether it stayed in his eyes for a second.

Lin Zewu didn't even think about going to the supermarket in the afternoon.

Before going out, the landlord told him in advance that Lin Zewu added an extra sweater inside. It was still a little hot when he arrived at the supermarket. Fortunately, he didn't have much heavy work, and he could endure it while standing still.

"What are you looking at?"

Lin Zewu tied the belt of his work clothes behind his back, and when he raised his eyes, Dayuan stared at the beer shelf vigilantly, and looked in this direction.

— empty.

"It's almost Chinese New Year, and pickpockets are popping up one by one." Da Yuan clapped his hands together, "I'll just watch this tonight, watching them make moves again."

Lin Zewu understood: "Have you been robbed?"

"I stole three boxes of snowflakes from me! You have no sense to be a thief, and it looks like there is no fun in my shop!" Da Yuan glared angrily, and ruthlessly spurned them all over again.

"Look slowly, I'm passing by."

Lin Zewu greeted and walked to the next area.

The supermarket is quite big, and people are arranged at each point, not only for human monitoring, but also for explaining by the way.

After seven o'clock in the evening, the most chaotic time in the supermarket, Lin Zewu stood silently behind and watched them crowd, the white chandelier on the top dazzled his eyes.

"Give way!"

A person ran past in a hurry and bumped into half of his body. With such force and speed, Lin Zewu almost lost his footing. In his hasty sight, he saw a man's profile.

The eyes are staring at him, probing, greedy, and the secret brutality is hidden under the short-term staring.

When Lin Zewu came back to his senses, the man slipped into the crowd like a loach.

It seems that it was just an illusion.

"Are you all right?" the person next to him asked.

Lin Zewu: "It's okay."

At ten o'clock in the evening, people gradually dispersed, and Lin Zewu had time to change his clothes and leave early.

The moment he left the entrance of the supermarket, it was so cold that he exhaled white smoke. An extra sweater was not enough at this moment, but he got used to the cold after a while.

The pharmacy closed at 10:30 in the evening. Before the pharmacy closed, Lin Zewu bought two boxes of Muscle and Bone Paste.

After finishing this task, he stepped on the moonlight to go home.

The bluestone slabs on the road are still wet, appearing dark and wet under the bright white moonlight, and they creak when stepped on.

The mobile phone "buzzed" in his pocket vibrated twice, Lin Zewu twisted his neck, and took it out to check after the "crack" sound.

Wen Chen: Are you off work?

Lin Zewu answered him slowly while holding the plastic bag in his fingers.

Lin Zewu: Almost home.

Wen Chen: Did anything strange happen today?

Lin Zewu suddenly thought of the man who disappeared in a blink of an eye just now.

The man looked at him very strangely, as if he was looking at an item worth guessing, but his disguise was obviously not good, and it was easily exposed.

Lin Zewu was still thinking, when another series of messages came from the other end.

Wen Chen: When you come back, let's talk about it. It is not necessary to go to work, maybe there is a better way.

Lin Zewu lowered his head and looked at the line of words for a long time, with inexplicable emotions in his eyes, he slightly pursed his lips, hesitating on the keyboard with his fingertips.

Just as he was about to press a certain letter, a huge impact suddenly came from the side.

"Snapped!"

The phone fell hard to the ground, and the screen flickered twice. The original clear picture was distorted into a chaotic interface, which was completely turned off after a few seconds.

Not far away, two figures were entangled, and some kind of boiling and intense particles rose in the atmosphere.

"Hold!"

The man cursed viciously, grabbed Lin Zewu's hair and pulled back, throwing his arms back vigorously.

Lin Zewu was smashed to the corner, and his mouth was filled with the smell of blood.

Panting, Lin Zewu looked at the man in front of him, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and said coldly: "You followed me for almost a week, and you were also you in the supermarket just now."

The man didn't answer, and raised his hand to look at the next door, where there was a circle of clearly visible teeth marks, bleeding out.

"Sharp teeth."

"..."

Lin Zewu looked at him coldly.

The man sneered and said, "I'll pull it out for you in a while."

The author has something to say: I have a practical class in half a month, qaq is not cheating