Urban Oddities: The Seven-Day Cycle

The landlord's surname was Xu, and he lived in a village in the city. At [-]:[-]pm, they found Mr. Xu's home.

The sensor light was broken, and the corridor was pitch black, with only the peepholes showing light on the thick door.

Yan Yan fumbled around the door, but couldn't find the doorbell, so he knocked on the door.

"Mr. Xu! Mr. Xu!"

After knocking for a while, the door was silent.

asleep?

Luo Yunsong glanced at his phone, it was eleven twenty.

A full 5 minutes have passed, even if he fell asleep, he should have been woken up, right?

Yan Shi and Luo Yunsong looked at each other, Luo Yunsong made a silent gesture, and put his ears on the door.

"Did you hear anything?" Yan Shi also lay down on the bed. Mr. Xu slept well, but he was afraid that there might be an accident.

Luo Yunsong found Mr. Xu's number and dialed it, and the music of the mobile phone rang through the door at the same time.

"He's at home." Luo Yunsong held the phone and waited for a while, but no one answered, he hung up, and the music in the door also quieted down.

Suddenly, the light of a flashlight came over, and a short and fat man shouted angrily: "What are you doing?!"

"Mr. Xu?" The two were surprised.

The landlord swept them up and down with a flashlight: "I am the landlord! Who are you?"

Luo Yunsong started running the train with his mouth full again, saying that they had an appointment with Mr. Xu, but they couldn't find anyone, and no one listened to the phone call. They were afraid that something might happen. Something happened to the house, and seeing that they were well-dressed and extraordinary, they didn't look like hooligans making trouble, so they knocked on the door dubiously: "Old Xu, I'm the landlord, are you there?"

The door was still quiet.

Luo Yunsong looked at the time, it was [-]:[-], there was still half an hour until twelve o'clock in the morning, he recalled his experience, he couldn't help feeling a little anxious, and asked the landlord if he could open the door to take a look, but the landlord said no , How could anyone break into the resident's house casually? After arguing, there was a strange smell coming from the crack of the door. The landlord sniffed the crack of the door, his face changed drastically, and he took a big step back holding his nose.

It stinks!

Is there something rotten in the house? !

Yan Shi stopped the landlord: "Don't call the police, first find out what's going on!"

"Okay, okay!" The landlord was sweating profusely, and hurriedly said, "I'll get the keys, you wait here!" After finishing speaking, he ran downstairs, and when he came up again, he brought two security guards with him. The moment the door was opened, a stench rushed towards him. Yan Shi was so smoked that he almost fainted, his stomach was churning, he held his neck to keep from vomiting, while the landlord had already run to the corner, vomiting continuously, the expressions on the faces of the two security guards were It's not all right, holding his nose, kicking the door and walking in.

The room was very messy, the floor was covered with food stains, the table was in a mess, there was half a bowl of instant noodles, the noodles swelled and turned white, a few cigarette butts were floating on the soup, the curtains and windows were tightly closed, filling the room The smell could not go away, and the whole room was closed for an unknown period of time. The security guard opened the window and breathed in the air outside the window.

After convection for a while, Yan Shi and Luo Yunsong walked in. The toilet was on the left hand side of the door. The door was closed. The landlord opened the door, and a stronger stench came out. The landlord rushed out again, leaning on the wall Throwing up in the dark.

"Damn it!" Luo Yunsong's face was blue, the toilet was full of stains, the water hadn't been flushed for an unknown period of time, flies and insects were flying around, and the stench was suffocating, even worse than the cesspit in the countryside.

The landlord came back bravely. No matter how dirty it was, this house still belonged to him. He couldn't tolerate Mr. Xu's behavior. While turning on the tap, he was thinking about how to persuade Mr. Xu to move out.

The faucet was beeping, and only a few drops of water flowed out. It turned out that Mr. Xu had closed the water gate. The landlord opened the water gate. The water pipe emptied a few times, and a yellowish-brown liquid was sprayed out, mixed with rust. It took a long time for it to clear up. The landlord Rinse the stains on the ground, as for those in the cesspit, Mr. Xu will clean them up by himself.

"There's no one inside." After checking the bedroom, the security guard came to the landlord, and when he saw the things in the toilet, he took a deep breath, and this breath made their faces turn pale.

The landlord held his breath and was unwilling to speak. He made a gesture to tell them to go out, and Yan Shi ran to the corridor to take a few deep breaths. It was hard for him to imagine how Mr. Xu could live in such a dirty environment?

There was an angry shout from the other end of the corridor: "What are you doing at my house?!"

Mr. Xu held the duck neck in one hand and a bottle of beer in the other. Seeing that there was a security guard, his expression softened and he asked the landlord, "It's so late, what's the matter?"

The landlord pointed to the room with a green face, and poked Mr. Xu on the shoulder: "It's late at night now, so I won't say anything, the house is rented to you, and you have to take care of it, take a look at the environment here? I'll come to you tomorrow morning, and you can explain it to me!"

Without waiting for Mr. Xu's reply, the landlord waved his hand and left with two security guards.

Mr. Xu's eyes turned to the two strangers.

Yan Shi and Luo Yunsong handed over their business cards and explained that they were sent by the TV station for an interview.

Mr. Xu put his business card in his pocket and shook hands with them intentionally, but his tone was very rude: "I didn't even check the time when I came to the door. What time is it now, interviews and so on, let's talk about it tomorrow!"

"Mr. Xu! Wait!" Luo Yunsong stopped Mr. Xu who was about to enter the door, "Since we met, why don't we interview now, and strive to report it as soon as possible."

Mr. Xu is still alive and well, but Luo Yunsong has a feeling that the most dangerous time is between sunset and twelve o'clock in the morning.

It is eleven forty-seven now, and it will be twelve o'clock soon.

If Mr. Xu was under their noses and in danger, they could at least help.

Mr. Xu narrowed his eyes: "What do you want to ask?"

"Did you close the sluice?"

"Yes." Mr. Xu said, "Water leaks all the time, it's too annoying. I turned off all the water and lost the water dispenser."

"Then what do you do when you're thirsty?"

"Buy mineral water."

This is a method. The mineral water is small and cannot pose any threat. After turning off all the water, Luo Yunsong really can't think of any other way to kill him. Mr. Xu has not bathed for several days. His hair was greasy in pieces, and his body still exuded a strong sour smell. He took out a piece of duck neck from the bag with his greasy hands, stuffed it into his mouth and chewed it, seeing Luo Yunsong in a daze, Mr. Xu said: "I'm done asking? I'm going to rest after asking!"

"Did you do anything special the day you heard the sound of water?" Yan Shi asked.

"Yes, I had sex with my wife early in the morning. Is this something special?" Mr. Xu chuckled, showing his yellow teeth. He pushed open the door and walked in.

Yan Shi saw that he had no intention of chatting anymore, so he had to quickly remind: "Mr. Xu, don't open the water gate tonight! The landlord opened it just now, remember to close it!"

Mr. Xu got into the toilet and got out again: "Closed."

It's safe and sound, nothing happened.

The door closed, and the corridor was once again plunged into darkness.

The time has jumped to eleven fifty-six.

Maybe, tonight can really pass safely?

In the hotel, Yan Shi lay on the bed and called Mr. Xu, telling him that the phone had been turned off.

Yan Shi put the phone away, raised his foot and kicked Luo Yunsong: "Haven't you finished writing?"

"Yan Da, I'm old, my memory is not good, and I have to memorize memorization or something, give me some time to recall."

Yan Shi nodded: "You are still not confused when you are old, you have self-knowledge."

Luo Yunsong wrote in a rustle without raising his head: "That's right, time waits for no one, on the way to rush to the fourth, with Yan Da to accompany you, it's not lonely."

"..." Luo Yunsong kicked the dog's mouth and couldn't spit out ivory. Yan Shi got up and looked for water to drink. After drinking a glass, he saw that Luo Yunsong couldn't finish writing on a page, so he changed to another page and continued writing.

"It's not over yet?" Yan Shi asked.

"It's still early!" Luo Yunsong replied.

When Yan Shi drank the third glass of water, Luo Dacai was still writing.

"It's not over yet? Writing a book? This is it?!"

"Not yet, you continue to drink."

"I've been writing for an hour! Are you fucking finished? Huh? Are you finished?"

"Ah! It's over! It's over! It's over!"

Yan Shi: "..."

Luo Yunsong shook open the paper, and there were a bunch of dogs crawling on it.

Yan Shi looked at it, but couldn't read some characters, so he had to throw the paper to him: "I don't understand your art, read it?"

What Luo Yunsong wrote was what he did on Monday. He woke up early in the morning, broke the alarm clock, washed his face and brushed his teeth, and met someone jumping off a building when he went out. Sleeping, Luo Yunsong coughed a few times while thinking: "I'm thirsty."

Yan Shi handed the cup over, Luo Yunsong gulped it down, licked his mouth, and continued to read.

On Monday afternoon, I went to Building 1777 with the program team. This kind of thing is not something that most people would do.

When Luo Yunsong was in Building 1777, he could already see ghosts, and all the clues pointed to Monday morning.

Get up, set the alarm clock, wash your face and brush your teeth...

"Jumping off a building is also a special case." Yan crossed out that paragraph with a pen, and Luo Yunsong felt distressed when he saw it, it was thousands of words!Say no and don't!

Yan Shi lay on the bed and closed his eyes for a while, got up, swept the alarm clock to the floor, washed his face and brushed his teeth, and walked through the process completely. Luo Yunsong watched him finish tossing and asked him if he had any special feelings?

Yan Shi sat on the edge of the bed, felt it carefully, and heard the sound of a drop of water.

"Coming!" Yan Shi stood up abruptly, clenched his fists, "I heard it too! The sound of water leaking!"

The two rushed into the bathroom, just as a drop of water fell from the faucet, making a ticking sound...

Early the next morning, Yan Shi got up, smashed the alarm clock, washed his face and brushed his teeth, but he still didn't feel anything special. He sat down on the edge of the bed and smoked depressingly.

It was just a leak from the faucet last night, so I was happy for nothing.

Yan Shi thought for a while, then slapped his thigh: "There must be something wrong with the process! Could it be that you are going to throw your alarm clock?"

"Yan Da, this is impossible, is it possible that Mr. Xu and the others also dropped my alarm clock?"

"Maybe the posture of throwing the alarm clock is wrong!" Yan Shi took out his mobile phone and wanted to call Mr. Xu. At this time, there was a knock on the door, and several men blocked the door.

"Excuse me, is Xu XX's friend?"

Xu XX?Who is this?Luo Yunsong was in a daze for a while before realizing that this was Mr. Xu's name.

"What's wrong? Who are you?" Yan Shi put down the phone and walked over.

Those men took out their police officer ID cards and showed them: "Mr. Luo, Mr. Yan, please come with us."

"What happened to Mr. Xu?" Yan Shi became vigilant.

"He killed himself."

"Suicide?!" The two yelled at the same time, "How is it possible?!"

"We'll wait until we go to the bureau to talk about it."

The two hurriedly followed the police officer downstairs. When checking out, the front desk received an intercom call. After chatting, they smiled slightly at the two of them: "There is still 970 eight yuan to be paid."

"What kind of money is this?" Yan Shi wondered.

The front desk smiled: "The alarm clock is broken."

"...so expensive?!" Yan Shi looked through his wallet, but he didn't have enough cash, so he took out his bank card and swiped tremblingly.

Luo Yunsong touched his nose: "Well, my one is only ten yuan, go back and buy a box, drop it as you like."

Yan Shi: "..."

When we arrived at the police station, the landlord happened to come out, and Yan Shi grabbed him: "What happened to Mr. Xu?"

"He died." The landlord's face was blank, "he committed suicide."

The landlord went to find Mr. Xu early in the morning, and found that the door was ajar, and Mr. Xu collapsed by the door.

When Yan Shi followed the police officer into the office, he heard the landlord muttering to himself: "It's so weird, it's so weird."

The police officer recorded a statement for them. Mr. Xu committed suicide. Of course they were not suspected of murder, but the most puzzling thing is the way Mr. Xu died.

In the photo, Mr. Xu fell to the ground, holding a wine bottle in one hand and stretching forward with the other.

How could a suicidal person rush to the door and want to get out?

The police officer knocked on the table, looking at the evidence bag, Yan Shi and Luo Yunsong's business cards: "Mr. Yan, Mr. Luo, I saw you on TV."

The two hurriedly said a few polite words, and the police officer said again: "You guys who do supernatural shows must have encountered more strange things than me. If you went to Mr. Xu, did you already know something in advance?"

Yan Shi didn't intend to hide it, saying that he saw Mr. Xu posting on the BBS asking for help, so he ran over to take a look.

The police officer was silent for a moment and said, "I don't think he committed suicide."

Luo Yunsong asked nervously, "How did Mr. Xu die?"

The police officer pointed to the wine bottle in the photo: "Drunk to death."

"Alcohol poisoning?!" Luo Yunsong and Yan Shi looked at each other face to face, it was unbelievable that a bottle of beer could lead to alcohol poisoning!

"He died from drinking, but the problem is, the wine didn't go into his stomach."

"That is……"

"In Mr. Xu's lungs, a large amount of beer was found."

Luo Yunsong involuntarily took a deep breath, and Yan Shi bounced directly from the chair.

The officer knew why they were so surprised, in fact, when he got the forensic report, he couldn't believe it.

It’s fine for a person to kill himself, cut his wrists and hang himself, but pouring a whole bottle of beer into his lungs is really unimaginable. How do you pour a beer bottle with such a small opening?The only explanation is that Mr. Xu poured the bottle up to his nose.

What surprised him even more was that Mr. Xu did not find any traces of beer on his face. He poured his nose very accurately, and the beer did not leak, and all of it went into his lungs.

But is this possible?

When they left the police station, Yan Shi and Luo Yunsong fell into a dream.

Mr. Xu's case was finally settled as a suicide, but they knew in their hearts that Mr. Xu did not survive the disaster of the seven-day cycle.

In the first round of the cycle, he was brushed out.

Yan Shi called Da Mao and the others and told them to pay more attention to the revelations about the sound of water.

After receiving the call, Yan Shi said to Luo Yunsong, "Let's go."

"Any new revelations?"

"No, there was a woman before who also heard the sound of water. Let's go and have a look." Yan Shi dialed a number, and after a while, he picked up the phone and said, "Hello, Ms. Chen?"

"Oh, she's resting, I'm her husband, who are you?"

Yan Shi introduced himself and explained that he received a call from Ms. Chen and wanted to go over to do an interview. The two chatted for a while, and Yan Shi accepted the call.

"Is Miss Chen okay?"

"Fortunately, it's just that the sound of the water made me a little nervous." Yan Shi walked towards the ticket office, "I hope there is still time."

Ms. Chen lives in a small county without high-speed rail. When the two got off the train, the sun had already set and they went to Ms. Chen's house. It was almost 08:30.

Ms. Chen is a swimming pool coach by profession. Since she almost drowned in the swimming pool, she has been depressed and sick at home.

Their family likes to watch supernatural shows, so Yan Shi and Luo Yunsong, two big celebrities, appeared in front of the door. Ms. Chen smiled happily and looked more energetic.

Yan Shi was not polite, and asked her when she heard the sound of water.

Ms. Chen recalled that three days ago, she always heard the sound of water leaking, no matter where she went, the sound followed, even when she was sleeping, her ears were always ticking.

"Luo... Yun... Song..." The two-year-old boy lay on Luo Yunsong's lap, his eyes bright.

Luo Yunsong simply hugged him into his arms and scratched his stomach, making the little boy giggle.

"Miaomiao, come down quickly, it's not polite!" Miss Chen shouted.

"It's okay, it's okay, Miaomiao is so smart, she will remember me right away."

Miaomiao pointed at Yan Shi, and said in a childish voice, "Yan... Yan..."

Yan Shi teased him: "Yan what?"

"Yan...song...song..."

Yan Songsong: "..."

Luo Yunsong corrected: "It's wrong, it's not loose, it's tight, it's called tight."

Very tight and strict: "..."

Miaomiao blinked: "...strict...tight...tight..."

Yan tightly: "..."

The interview went smoothly. In the hotel, Yan Shi flipped through the records and compared them with Luo Yunsong's experience.

Ms. Chen is a madman who checks Weibo. She checks Weibo whenever she has free time at the end of the day.

Yan Shi knew in his heart that Luo Yunsong only went to Weibo once in a while, and even the QQ group rarely bubbled up. Luo Yunsong is not a Weibo madman. If there is one thing in common, it is that when Ms. Chen woke up, she accidentally turned off the alarm clock. Turn down.

Could it really be the alarm clock that was the problem?

Yan Shi held the alarm clock, thinking about which posture to use to throw it.

"Use this." Luo Yunsong handed him a small alarm clock.

"Is there any difference?"

"Did you forget? 970... Oops, my hand... Okay, let's leave the hotel alone, drop this, I knew you were going to practice tonight, so I bought one specially for you."

"Da Luo, you are so caring, shouldn't I be touched?"

"You don't need to be so generous, Yan, just treat me to a few meals and just improve my diet!"

"You foodie! Be careful to overwhelm you!"

So this night, Yan Shi changed his posture and slammed the alarm clock. Unfortunately, no matter how hard he tried, he still couldn't get on the same channel as Luo Yunsong.

"The sound of water is coming again." Luo Yun huddled under the quilt and muffled.

Yan Shi got up depressed, turned on all the lights, checked around, and lay down again. He had a hunch in his heart that if he didn't find the connection between them as soon as possible, more victims would appear.

Most people cannot survive the first cycle.

What is the problem?

What do they have in common?

Ms. Chen also heard the sound of water, she pushed her husband and told him to go and have a look.

The husband went out to check around, and came back yawning: "I've been listening to it for so many days, if you're not used to it, you have to get used to it, right?"

Miss Chen glared at him: "You try to listen to it for three days in a row!"

The husband fell back into bed with a smile, put his arms around his wife and took a bite, then suddenly remembered something and asked, "Three days?"

"Isn't it?"

"No, I remember you said that you heard the sound of water..." The husband pulled out his phone to look at the calendar, "You listened to it for seven days, not three!"

"Oh, maybe I didn't remember properly." Ms. Chen murmured, "It's already the seventh day..."

"It won't work if this continues. Let's go to the temple to ask for a talisman tomorrow."

"Well, I'll go tomorrow."

The moment the phone's light went out, Ms. Chen saw that there were still 5 minutes before midnight.