Louis

The author has something to say: the beginning of the birth of a new life, and the stories in the follow-up collection can all be connected into a timeline.

Louis

According to reports, a violent incident occurred in Xicheng District at 23:05 yesterday, one person died, and the police have controlled the scene.

"Hello?"

"Yes, what's the matter?"

"Sir, are you Mr. Lewis' roommate?"

"Yes."

"Mr. Louis died last night. Please come to the Xicheng Police Department to claim the remains."

Hearing this, I knew that the police asked me not to claim the relics, but to find an acquaintance of the deceased to complete his posthumous affairs.As long as those things are done, Louis will slowly disappear.Like he never came.

Louis' death sounded like a weather forecast, and I was deeply at peace.What kind of person he is and what kind of things he does, I don't fully know.But Louis knows all about me.can you knowHow...overwhelming it is to wake up early in the morning and get a call about your roommate's death.

"gentlemen?"

"Okay, I see." I hung up the phone, and there was a "click" behind me.It was the tape recorder, and it was so broken that it barely worked.But it always turned on suddenly, and suddenly broadcast something loudly, but this time and the last time were too long ago.Now I got up to turn off the tape recorder, and it was still reciting loudly the pornographic story recorded by Louis the day before yesterday: "Her smooth body is like a white snake, the moment her back is arched, the world falls apart in her eyes..." I Close it with a snap, exactly nine o'clock in the morning.Sitting down quietly, a stack of manuscript papers in the bedroom fell down, with Louis' footprints on it.Come to think of it, at this point, Louis would go out in his exaggerated orange top and come back at eleven with a beer first and maybe with his new girlfriend in his arms.He has irregular schedules and often falls asleep in the bathroom, only waking up when I knock on the door.In the middle of the night, we chatted together.There are too many details to say, but I have already sighed.

Louis died, and I felt powerless.

Because of going out, I was looking for a coat in the bathroom, only to see two baskets of dirty clothes.There is nothing in the bedroom except books and manuscript paper.So, as usual, I went into the smoky Louis' bedroom, found a top from his overflowing closet, and slipped it on.The taxis are very congested today, which is not the case usually.

Police station.

Sitting in front of me was a fat man.

Greasy, bloated, sticky.

This was his first impression on me. After the police confirmed me, they took me to the morgue.Louis, bright and lively as usual, was lying under a white cloth.I waited, waiting for Louis to jump up from under the white cloth and shout, "Idiot! Here I am!"

The silent air no longer flows...the police lifted the white cloth, and I dodged my eyes.When he turned his face away, Louis looked very ill at this time, his face was covered with bruises, and his forehead was open.The cop asked me, "Did you know your roommate went out last night?"

"Of course, I was watching "Brooklyn Street." Louis asked me if I wanted milk when he was out, and I said milk is for the son of a motherfucker..."

"Okay! Sir, what time does your roommate leave the house?" The policeman interrupted me vulgarly, and my words made people upset: "About 08:30, no, it's [-]:[-]."

"Okay, sir. This is something that the deceased was holding tight to. Do you know what it is?" After finishing speaking, the fat policeman who only said "Okay, sir" handed over an iron box, and I took it.It was a small iron box, the red rust on it made me think it was something from the last century, and it was bloodstained?But to open it, it was a struggle, and eventually I told the police: "I can't open this."

"Okay, sir. Think about your roommate. We will contact you again if we have any other news." The police escorted me to the door, and I shook its greasy hand.The taxis back home were still jammed, and I began to understand that the world would work without Louis, and thinking made me fall silent.

Sitting in the bedroom again, it's almost lunch time.

Louis is dead, and I'm going to tell you all the boring, crazy, grotesque stories in order to remember the details of him being with me in the cubicle.

Loose, chaotic, irregular.

This is my impression of Louis.At the end of the spring of this year, I got a reply to the message I posted on the recruiting website to find a roommate.The other party clearly stated that he was a libertine, but he had an inheritance and would pay a lot of rent.So I contacted him.That's when Louis met me.

After the rain, ten o'clock in the morning.I was chatting with the editor of a magazine, and the article I said needed to be revised, so I had to agree.Over and over again, very annoying.In fact, it's not my article's problem. It's that the editor needs articles with good sales volume, that is, articles that make money.The sales volume of this small newspaper is very worrying, and there are very few submissions.But I'm not a well-known writer, face the editor.Still intimidated.To be honest, if sales are needed, it is better to find an adult-level article and put it up.

The doorbell was pressed several times quickly before I heard it and opened the door.A brown-haired man with beige sunglasses walked in. He was smoking a cigar, and the ash fell all over the floor.The suitcase in his hand was thrown on the ground when he sat down, and the fur on his body was piled up into a hill.But when I saw his naked upper body under the fur, I couldn't help swallowing.

"Hello."

"My name is Louis. Are you gay?" Louis pointed to himself and then to me.

"Huh?" I watched Louis take off his fur coat and throw it aside, put his legs on my white-washed coffee table, and his shoes were still covered with mud.Dry!He must have taken the convenient dirt path downstairs.Louis pushed his glasses up to the top of his head. "Are you gay?"

"What?" I had to sit down too. "Your Facebook says you're gay and you follow Mark Dapper, Simon Dexter..." "Okay, okay, stop." I cut him off, "Yeah, that's right .”

"Don't worry, little brother. I don't hate homosexuality, but I'm very... happy about it." Louis made an annoying expression, and I was disgusted every time he made such an expression.

"My ex-girlfriend cheated on me with my roommate."

"I'm sorry...to hear that."

"It doesn't matter." Louis raised his head and laughed twice. His cigarette ash fell on my sofa, and I suddenly became irritable.Luis noticed it too, looking for an ashtray here, but I can't have an ashtray as a non-smoker.So Louis leaned over and wrung out the cigar in my potted plant.I'm starting to regret posting this damn, useless friend-seeking message.I said, "Maybe we should think again."

Louis sat back: "Is it a question of money?"

"No, it's not."

"I can have an extra, you know, I really need this apartment."

"It's really not about the money, Louis."

"Okay." Louis hooked the sunglasses from his head to reveal blue eyes, took his feet off the coffee table, opened the two leather buckles of the suitcase, and opened the suitcase.Then Louis took out two wads of money and put them on the table under my puzzled, crazy eyes and pushed them over.

So Louis became my roommate.