Chapter One God Turning

When I was a junior, I found a company for an internship, and I happened to have some spare money, so I moved out of school.The place I rent is near the company, on the second ring road, surrounded by some factories and buildings under construction.I live on the twelfth floor of this community. The community is quite quiet, and there don't seem to be many residents. At night, the lights are almost completely dark.

There are a lot of people visiting my place, and a group of buddies often use this place as a stronghold, but there is a buddy from the next door who wears glasses and usually talks about it. He only came once, and he never came again.He told me there's something wrong with you here.

If the man with glasses is a superstitious ghost believer, I might still find it a bit funny, because I am an atheist and don't believe in these supernatural things.But this buddy is from the Department of Physics, a proper science lover. I feel even more weird when he said this, because what he said is not that your place is a bit cloudy, nor that your house may be haunted, but , You are a little abnormal here.

What is the abnormal method? I have moved in for almost a month, and I haven't found anything abnormal.

Except for meeting a black cat downstairs in the community.

Facing my handsome face, this black cat actually ignored me.

Every weekend, I have two or three friends who are good at playing cards and drinking here. I don’t drink, so I am often laughed at by them, but I know more people in the university town and make good relationships with people from all walks of life. , I always have one more way out for the future. With this idea, I am always very enthusiastic. Every weekend, I buy big fish and meat at home and invite friends to dinner. Sometimes it seems like I am a palace here, waiting Those old men seem to be lucky, but in exchange for a sentence of loyalty, it is worth it.

Speaking of this, I have to interject, my fish is delicious, I am best at making tomato sturgeon fillets, hot and sour, delicious taste, my grandmother taught me when I was a child.I always wondered, if I graduate in the future, if I can’t find a job, I can go to any hotel to be a chef. But like me, I can only cook one dish well, so I don’t know if the hotel will accept it.

My grandma was so good at cooking, but it was a pity that she died very early.

I am really a useless management student. I couldn't pick up a scalpel to save my grandma, so I have been guilty for many years.

The house I live in is about [-] square meters, with one living room, one bedroom, one kitchen and one bathroom. I live alone, and the area is very generous.I have a lot of green plants on the balcony, some of which can be named, and some of which cannot be named.Half of the balcony is densely packed, and the sun shines on it, which is really beautiful.I think if a girl comes, she will like it. This is my special skill for picking up girls.

Unexpectedly, there were girls who really got close to me because of this.

This girl is Xiaohong, who is from the art department in the building next door. She has short black and shiny hair like a waterfall.

I wanted to pick her up, but I didn't expect that she already had another woman, so I could only sigh and silently accept the apologetic green plant she sent.

This pot of green plants is just like its name, it is really green, and it is another pot of plants.I think it looks very strange. When I took it from Xiaohong, I was a little upset and wanted to throw it away.

You say it's fine if you don't accept me, but what's the point of giving me such an ugly plant?

But because of the good face, I still happily took it.

This potted plant is really ugly, it's green and it should have the vitality of a young plant, but it doesn't, its green leaves grow into the shape of a caterpillar, it's disgusting to look at, and it's still blooming There are a few small yellow flowers, the petals are not delicate, and they are fat and greasy. God knows that this kind of small yellow flowers is what I hate the most.

It's disgusting!It's so ugly!

I don’t know if this potted plant has heard my inner voice. I always feel that after I brought it back, it became uglier every day. After that, I randomly threw it in a corner among a large number of plants. The sense of presence is even lower.

After that, I realized that flowers and plants have self-respect and cannot be abused at will. Of course, this is all a matter of later.

When I first moved here, several buddies helped me move things, the heaviest being my piles of novels and picture books, and those unnamed flowers and plants.

I took the key I got from the landlord and turned it first. The iron gate opened, and the house was covered with a thin layer of dust because no one lived in it for a long time.The landlord is a distant relative of my aunt's sister-in-law. He is very unkind. The rental price is very expensive, but there is hardly any decent furniture in this house. I don't bother to ask for justice in the face of an acquaintance. .

Except for a big bed that is [-] meters long and [-] meters wide.

The bed was very clean, because it was covered with a dust-proof plastic bag. I pulled the plastic bag off, and underneath were brand new sheets, pillows, and quilts.I thought to myself, the landlord is finally not stingy enough to want me to beat him up.

But this bed sheet makes me very uncomfortable, because it is bright red, and there is a big yellow chrysanthemum painted in the middle where the butt is.

Friends who helped move things came over and laughed when they saw the bed sheet. They all said it was very suitable for sex on this bed.

What are you doing?I couldn't understand what they were saying, so I pretended to be innocent and said, "What do you mean? I think the quality of this bed sheet is very good, and I will use it in the future."

After that, I didn't change the bed sheets, and I didn't have any extra sheets. I saw that the bedding was all new, and it was pure cotton, so there was no need for it.

The first two months of living here were very comfortable. It was close to the company and not far from the school. In addition, the doorman downstairs was very kind. Every time I went out, he would greet me and ask me where I was going. like his.

If he didn't ask me to make a bottle of soy sauce for him every time without paying him, I think my love for him would be deeper.

Not every time you run into that black cat downstairs.

It looks quite arrogant. When I met it, I never saw it digging out mouse holes or eating the leftovers of the residents.

Every time I met it, it would pass me proudly with its tail cocked, without even looking at me.

I never saw what it ate, and I even wondered if the cat was participating in a walking contest, because every time, really every time, it was swaying back and forth at a leisurely pace.

I asked the doorman, whose family this cat belongs to, why it often hangs around downstairs, and whether anyone feeds it.

The uncle doorman shook his head and said, "I haven't seen what it eats, but it probably doesn't belong to our community. It just comes here occasionally to enjoy it."

Appreciation... I don't want to correct the uncle doorman who has no education, I can only echo and say: "Hey, this cat has such a big head."

This cat is completely black, sometimes its fur is shiny, as if it has just been to a pet store, and sometimes it is quite embarrassed, as if it had a fight with a mouse.I don't want to describe it too much, I hate it because it ignores me.

Two months of comfortable days passed, and soon, I became a little nervous, because I always felt that someone was watching me when I lived in this house.

But this is the twelfth floor, who would imitate Spiderman and run to someone's window in the middle of the night?I'm not a prince with long hair.

And that feeling comes from the balcony.

There are floor-to-ceiling windows between my balcony and the hall, and there are thick light-blocking curtains, but I am not a wretched masturbation crowd. I open the curtains every day to expose the room to sunlight.

I searched the whole house carefully, but I didn't see any mouse holes. The windows of the residential building opposite were also tightly closed all the year round, and I never saw a high-power telescope suddenly protruding from the opposite side.

I also specifically asked the doorman who lived in the building opposite, and the doorman said that there was no one. Since someone jumped off the building in that house a few years ago, it has not been sold.

He kept silent when he said this, and I shivered. Since then, I have often closed the curtains, and this feeling has faded away.

Although I don't believe in ghosts and gods, I'm a little timid, so it's better to be cautious in everything.

Downstairs in our community, there is a small convenience store, which is about [-] square meters. There is an old lady sitting in it all year round, knitting sweaters.

The convenience store is dark and damp. It was remodeled from an abandoned garage, so the beams are relatively low, and the interior is dark without lights.

There are not many people shopping here, because there is a large supermarket ten meters away from the community, which has everything you need.I guess the old lady can't make much money from opening a store here, only some regular customers who know her, for some reason of sympathy for her, come here to buy a few lighters occasionally.Because I'm lazy, I don't want to take another step, so I often come to her to buy things.It's cheap and hasn't expired, isn't it okay?Where do people come from so many demands, don't toss and don't toss!

After meeting the old lady, she is very kind. Sometimes when I come back from a morning run, she will prepare a glass of brown sugar water for me, but I really don’t want to drink it. Old brown sugar, drinking this stuff makes me feel like I’m a mother who came to the big aunt Our children's illusion.

The first time I drank it, my whole body felt bad immediately, because my little red girl who was about to soak it saw it.

I politely declined afterwards.

But I think this old woman is a bit weird, she sits in this small shop all day long, she doesn’t turn on the lights, she only lights candles, and she wears a cheongsam, showing her veined feet, her face wrinkled into a walnut, she’s so old, she Also put on rouge and lipstick every day.

But in line with the simple concept of respecting female compatriots and caring for the elderly, I never asked.

It's just that every time I see her face, I feel a little unnatural.

I lived in this house for another half a month, and the feeling of being peeped has been lingering. I dare not tell others, for fear of being laughed at by others for my timidity and superstition.And ever since I asked the doorman about the building opposite, the doorman kept silent about it, and I had no choice. I paid the fee for a year, and I only lived there for two months. It’s not worth moving out. , and the place is really nice.

So, I posted a small advertisement asking for shared rent in the school.

Another week later, a man came to the door with an advertisement.

After we signed some agreements, we lived together, but soon, I regretted letting this person in.

The author has something to say: I secretly came here to open a new hole and try a different style of writing... It is not a complete horror and thriller, but mainly funny and beautiful, mainly based on imagination, everyone will definitely not guess the next plot develop