The miserable male protagonist I wrote came out to find me?

Wen Gu has a tender face, which looks youthful in a nice way, but weak in a bad way.

With his appearance like this, he deliberately glared fiercely at the man who walked up to him with a sullen face, and quickly judged within 0.01 seconds that if he fights with this man, the odds of winning are also 0.01.

This is so fucked up.

Wen Gu leaned against the wall, looked up at the man slightly, squeezed the spicy plastic bag tightly with his right hand, and at the same time took a small step with his left foot soundlessly.

Wen Gu planned to throw the hot Mala Tang on the man's face if he found out that the situation was not good, and ran downstairs while he was screaming from the heat.

However, his series of "self-protection" preparations slowly turned into suffering under the gaze of this approaching man.

The monitor was turned on and off, and the man looked at Wen Gu without blinking. If his eyes could turn into substance, Wen Gu guessed that he had already been scratched by his eyes that were scraping his face back and forth. Skull gone.

"Brother...what are you doing?" Wen Gu was a man anyway, and raised his voice a little more imposingly, "what's the matter?"

The surveillance turned on again because of his deliberately rough voice, but the man still didn't continue to speak, but moved closer to Wen Gu.

But it was just looking at him, without provocative actions or words, just looking at him intently and seriously... Fuck!

When the voice-activated light went off for the third time, Wen Gu saw the man's eyes clearly, and finally remembered how familiar he was - the trash can!

Those pair of Qiushui scissors in the trash can!

I fuck it!Neuropathy!

Wen Gu immediately turned around and ran downstairs, looking for the property owner, and all the neurotics ran into the corridors of the residents, so why don't you care about it!

Wen Gu didn't forget to carry Malatang in this situation, and took only three steps to go down the first floor of the steps. When he was at the corner, he subconsciously checked to see if the psychopath was chasing him, but when he looked up, he heard the key open the door. The sound, followed by a "bang", the voice control light turned on again.

Some dim lamps illuminated the old warped black gray walls, there was no one in the corridor except him, and that psychopath with cut pupils entered the room.

entered the house...

Enter the door opposite him.

Still took the key in.

Wen Gu stood at the corner under the steps and took five seconds to straighten out his thoughts.

He, he... he won't be his new neighbor, right? !

Wen Gu felt the hairs of his own blowing up rustle down, and the series of psychotic serial murder horror movies he imagined ended. He felt the heat on his thigh belatedly, and looked down——

"Hold!"

The Mala Tang bag let the key leak!

Wen Gu didn't care about anything anymore, and hurriedly ran towards the door of his own house, took out the key to open the door, went in to find a bowl for his trousers, but just as the key was inserted in the door, the opposite door opened again without warning.

Wen Gu was startled by the sudden sound of the door opening, and turned around to see that the man was looking at him from the crack of the door.

Wen Gu was going to be scalded to the point of being burnt. He was afraid that he would be burned, so he turned around and scolded the man, "Crazy! Is it interesting to be scary at night!"

After he finished cursing, he opened the door and entered the room and closed it in one go. There was a loud bang, and a piece of damp wall covering on the door was shaken off. The wall of the broken corpse silently closed the door again.

After Wen Gu entered the room, he became terrified belatedly. Although he didn't know why the psychopath in the trash can had the key to the door, and he didn't know whether he was deliberately scaring himself, but his strength was there, and he shouldn't provoke that autumn water scissors. Hitomi's.

Wen Gu grinned and put Malatang in a big bowl, and the soup had already flowed onto his pants, not only ruining a pair of pants, but also almost ruining his leg.

He took off his pants and threw them into the trash can, and rinsed his thighs with cold water for a while, but it was okay, just a little red.

The smell of Malatang soup was too strong, Wen Gu tied up the plastic bag in which he threw his trousers, sat at the table in his shorts, and then looked at the dried-up Malatang with disgust, his soul was gone.

Depressed, confused, and troubled.

Qiushui Jiantong has the key, so it must not be some kind of thief. It is not difficult to imagine that it must be the old and confused landlord lady opposite the door, who has started renting houses to some unknown people indiscriminately.

Wen Gu has lived here for more than a year, and the tenants across the door have been changed several times. There are people who do everything, black households without ID cards, and real thieves who stole and sold old TVs with big asses from old ladies. .

The old lady still doesn't have any sense of crisis. Anyone who rents a house can rent it. She just created a house in a residential building out of the hotel's business model. Just give money, and rent it if you are a person. It doesn't matter how many days or no Deposit, come and go, so the residents are uneven.

How dangerous!The children don't care about it either.

However, Wen Gu has lived here for more than a year, and has never seen the old lady's children come back during the holidays... The most normal tenant she rented was the couple who moved out two months ago and fought all day long. couple.

This time, the whole mentally ill tenant, such a comparison is not surprising.

Wen Gu sighed helplessly and curled his lips. He had to go to the old lady tomorrow and tell her to let her have a snack.

In the end, Wen Gu ate up all the dry soup Malatang. He took a shower and sprayed the air freshener in the room. The plastic bag of the trousers, walked to the door of his house, and looked out through the peephole.

To be exact, look towards the opposite door.

He has to throw out the bag of garbage. The residents in their old building always throw the garbage at the door at night and then go downstairs in the morning. This is not a good moral habit, but this is their life.

It was dark outside, the voice-activated light was not on, and I couldn't see anything clearly.

Wen Gu was afraid to open the door to go out, and saw the neurotic standing opposite him at the door, he was scared to death in the middle of the night, he was scared to death, and he was in the trash can, staring at people and not talking, Wen Gu had already cut Qiushui in his heart. Hitomi was nailed to the label of neuropathy, who knows what neuropathy will do.

Wen Gu paused, cleared his throat, and coughed heavily towards the door, and the voice control light came on.

Great, no one, it's now!

Wen Gu opened the door and put the garbage against the wall at the door, then retreated into the room and closed the door and locked it in one go.

He let out a deep breath, then pulled his slippers to the bedside, threw off the slippers and lay down playing with his phone, thinking that after looking for the old lady tomorrow, if it is confirmed that Qiushui Jiantong is a new tenant, he will go out or something. Avoid him.

After all, such a tall man is not in his normal mind, and it is really scary to stare at him, so he has to be careful.

His rent will not be due for more than half a year, even if he lives opposite the door and is suspected of being mentally ill, he has not thought about moving out.

Wen Gu even felt that at the beginning of many horror movies, the residents who were frightened or even saw visions did not move away and went to the scary place.

No Money.

There is really no cost to move. There are too few landlords like the old lady opposite. It is normal to cancel the rent early without refunding the rent.

Not having money is scarier than seeing a ghost, where can I move?

Although Wen Gu got lucky and now has money, it is difficult for him to change the kind of thinking that has been carved in his bones since he was a child.

This is also the reason why many nouveau riche have a lingering taste of earth when they are rich.

Habit is a deadly thing, poverty is a lifelong virus.

Therefore, it is impossible to move. In their building, there is a single girl who lives next door to a drunkard and is harassed. She has not moved. In half a year, she went from being timid to being scared and crying in the middle of the night. She bought a building shaker. The violent woman who was so shocked that the alcoholic wanted to quit drinking, took the initiative to walk around her, he was a big man who lived in the opposite door and moved when he was crazy?

nonexistent.

The poor are fearless.

Wen Gu didn't go to bed until twelve o'clock playing with his mobile phone, and he slept soundly at night. A brief episode like a psychopath moved in from across the door. Although he was startled, it didn't affect him at all.

All he wants to do is to travel around the world when he is rich, and to drink soy milk and drink bowl after bowl of dreams.

Of course he didn't know that from the time he went out to throw garbage until midnight when he fell into a deep sleep, there was always an autumn cut eye stuck to the cat's eye of the opposite door, staring eagerly at his door, hoping that he would come out again, so that Let him take a few more glances.

But Wen Gu didn't know anything about this, so when he got up early the next day, he went downstairs to have breakfast as usual, ordered two bowls of soy milk and drank them all, and he was so full that he didn't want to pour a bowl like in his dream.

He didn't even glance at the opposite door in advance, and he was always able to give people infinite courage during the day.The triviality of life itself has the effect of warding off evil spirits, and the night's sweet dreams are so moist and solid that even the vigilance that the door is a psychopath who needs extra attention has been washed away.

However, he did not forget to ask the old lady who was the landlord opposite him. After eating and drinking, he bought two more meat buns, pure beef, three yuan each, thin skin and big stuffing, not for himself this time The prepared lunch is for the old lady.

Wen Gu didn't know what the old lady's name was. He only knew that her surname was Zhou, and she was about 70 years old. He called her Grandma Zhou.

Mrs. Zhou is not good at walking. She can't get out of the steps of the entrance of the community in a wheelchair. She can't go to the bun shop by herself, and she doesn't know how to order takeaway.

Although Wen Gu is vague, he used to write novels full-time without going to work and had free time. He is a well-known unemployed vagrant in this community.

After all, in the eyes of the older generation, not going to work is tantamount to not doing a proper job, so the old men and women are quite easy to order him around when they have something to do, and they have to say a few words to him by the way every time they are done.

Although Wen Gu's temper doesn't like to contact people, he is familiar with it, and his temper is as tender and good as his appearance. In fact, he is very popular with people, but he himself didn't realize it correctly.

He took the buns and walked to the door of Mrs. Zhou's house and knocked on the door. After a while, someone opened the door. The old lady stood tremblingly at the door, squinting at Wen Gu from above the reading glasses.

The old lady is in a wheelchair, but she is not disabled. She is old and unable to walk, but she can stand up.

Wen Gu waited patiently for her to look at it for a long time, and then the old lady's forehead was slightly loosened, "Little Wen."

"Hey," Wen Gu nodded, and lifted the buns towards the old lady, "Grandma Zhou, I'm hungry, I'll bring you two of the freshly baked ones."

The old lady laughed, "Okay, I'm hungry, Xiao Wen, come in quickly..."

Wen Gu entered the house without changing his shoes. The house is really not as clean as it needs to be. There are only temporary workers cleaning it up every now and then. It is impossible for the old man to stay clean by himself.

Wen Gu went to the kitchen with ease and washed a plate, took out the buns, poured the soy sauce, took the chopsticks, and put them on the table.

The old lady Zhou had already moved there. After sitting down, she picked up the chopsticks and ate the steamed stuffed bun with a hiss, without shaking her hands, very steady.

The old lady muttered while eating, "I haven't come back yet..." Wen Gu didn't hear clearly.

Wen Gu stood opposite Mrs. Zhou, without turning the corner, and said, "Grandma Zhou, have you rented the house to someone else indiscriminately again?"

The old lady ate without raising her head, and snorted from her throat.

Wen Gu sighed, seeing the helplessness on the old lady's expression, reached out and rubbed his forehead, and said, "Grandma Zhou, didn't I tell you that you can't rent it casually, even if you don't sign a contract, at least you need an identity A copy of the certificate, but also to see if the other party is a normal person."

"Otherwise, you are an old lady, how dangerous..."

Mrs. Zhou had already finished one, and she didn't listen to what Wen Gu said.

In fact, it’s not that Wen Gu can’t understand. The children don’t care about them, but they only have two dilapidated houses. The real estate certificate is not in the hands of the old lady, so they can’t even be sold. They don’t have a pension or other sources of livelihood. There is no furniture to speak of in the house, which is dirty and messy, and whoever rents it if the conditions are harsh.

If it weren't for this area being an old community, but still relatively close to the train station, I'm afraid there would be no conditions and no one would rent it.

Wen Gu held his temper and continued, "Grandma Zhou, don't rent the house to others indiscriminately in the future, rent it to me."

He has money now, anyway, he won't be able to buy a new decent house for a while, so it's better to spend money to buy one to live in now. The rent of Mrs. Zhou's house is very cheap. It's better than being a psychopath at the opposite door.

Wen Gu made up his mind, and persuaded, "Grandma Zhou, you don't understand the person you rented this time, he looks like a human, but in fact..."

He pointed to his own head and said to Mrs. Zhou, "He has a brain problem!"

"Really." Suddenly behind Wen Gu came a very deep and magnetic male voice like a subwoofer as written in the novel.

Wen Gu looked back abruptly——

I remembered an old saying, don't talk about people during the day, and don't talk about ghosts at night.