stories that happened on a specific occasion

In a blink of an eye, it turned out to be Lixia.

Finally, the rain also stopped.But it stopped raining outside, but it still didn't turn sunny at home.

The water stains on the ceiling are still expanding, and in a few days later, it is estimated that the previous marks will be covered.

Just when I was about to lose patience, I finally got the news that the residents upstairs had returned.Relieved, I immediately couldn't bear to go upstairs.

Just in the elevator, I met a man wearing sunglasses and a peaked cap.The man was wearing a baggy coat and was carrying a suitcase.I couldn't stop muttering in my heart, could it be this person?

Sure enough, after getting out of the elevator, the man dragged his suitcase and walked straight to the room at the end of the corridor.

I felt a little abrupt, but I still said hello.

"Hello, I'm the resident downstairs from you." I said.

"Oh, so it's you." The girl opened the door and explained to me, "Sorry, I'm late."

I waved my hand and said it was okay, but I was still somewhat anxious.

She invited me in, and it was only when she and I discovered that she had forgotten to close the balcony window during the long period of her absence.That's all right, but it was a stormy day.Not only did the rain fall into the balcony, but it also knocked down the mop standing by the wall, and hit the handle of the sink on the balcony impartially.The amount of water is neither big nor small. In short, the pool is full, and the balcony is also flooded a lot.In this way, the running water and rainwater that had nowhere to live escaped to the ceiling of my house.

Water bills and repair fees are unavoidable. I called the maintenance master as usual. The girl didn't even have time to put her luggage away, and she started cleaning with her backpack on her back.

I couldn't bear it, but I didn't know how to help her in her apology. It took me a long time to say: "I heard that you are also a reporter? I used to be a reporter too."

"Really?" The girl was still wearing a peaked cap, lowering her head and wiping the water.

Another moment of silence.

"Let me help you." I made this request again.

The girl waved her hand at me, got up neatly and said, "No need, I've packed everything."

Then, she took off her hat and put down her backpack, straightened her hair again, stretched out her hand to me and said, "I haven't introduced myself yet. Hello, my name is Zuo Zhenzhen."

I also stretched out my hand to her embarrassedly, but when I saw Zuo Zhenzhen's face again, I froze instantly.

Zuo Zhenzhen.

It is indeed an unforgettable name, and what is even more interesting is that every word of this name begins with the word "Z".

That's why, I will always call her "Z".

I looked at Zuo Zhenzhen, gave a dry laugh, and withdrew my hand.

"Is this another one of your jokes?" I asked.

Zuo Zhenzhen was obviously overwhelmed by my sudden question, so she withdrew her hand and said with a confused look: "I don't quite understand what you're talking about? Are you joking?"

Looking at her expression, I can feel that she is really at a loss.This is very different from the one I met before.

I took another careful look at the person in front of me.

She is exactly the same as Z, but not exactly the same.

The Zuo Zhenzhen in front of me, although capable, was a bit more shy, and she seemed to be enthusiastic but with a bit of obvious vigilance, not a familiar character.

"Do you have a twin sister or sister?" I asked tentatively.

Zuo Zhenzhen frowned and looked at me, then shook her head.

I can't explain everything that is happening now. Is there really two people in this world with the same name, occupation, and appearance?

I asked again: "Then, have you ever worked in City N before?"

Zuo Zhenzhen was obviously frightened by me, she took a step back and said, "How do you know?"

I didn't give up, and continued: "You still studied in the UK, majoring in journalism and communication. Last year in the Brazil Olympics, you were sent to the hospital because your colleague was robbed, so you went to Brazil to report on his behalf."

Zuo Zhenzhen looked at me with horror, and asked in a low voice, "Who the hell are you?"

I also found it incredible, sighed and said: "Have you lost your memory?"

"How do you know my information? Why do you want to investigate my information?" Zuo Zhenzhen asked.

I anxiously subconsciously took a step forward to explain, but saw Zuo Zhenzhen took a few steps back and warned me: "Don't come here again."

I had no choice but to go back to the original place, and helplessly told her briefly about the encounter I had with her and the things we had experienced together.

"Why don't you remember?" I finally muttered.

Zuo Zhenzhen seemed to be trying to remember along with my narration, but there was a result soon.She had no memory of every word I said.

The way she looks at me at this moment is no different from looking at a mental patient.

I had no choice but to say again: "What I said is the truth, and the things I said before were all told by you yourself."

"Impossible." Zuo Zhenzhen shook her head and said.

It suddenly occurred to me that I still had the previous communication with Z in my computer.I went downstairs to get the computer, and Zuo Zhenzhen dubiously read the email Z wrote to me a year ago.After reading the email, Zuo Zhenzhen began to relax her vigilance towards me.

"This is indeed my email address. What I said in the letter is indeed my personal experience."

After Zuo Zhenzhen finished speaking, she looked at me.

So far, neither she nor I know what happened.

In my opinion, Zuo Zhenzhen looks like a person who has lost his memory.I guess, for Zuo Zhenzhen, I am a paranoid mental patient.

In short, she and I are both people who seem to have problems in their heads.

In the next few days, Zuo Zhenzhen finally took the initiative to contact me.She is like a person who has lost her memory, always asking me about the things that I have experienced together.

What's even more incredible is that this Zuo Zhenzhen, like Z, also has yin and yang eyes.

"Could it be possible for someone to steal my appearance and identity, and then do some inexplicable things?"

In the coffee shop, Zuo Zhenzhen sighed.

I sat across from her, not knowing how to answer.

"When did you come here? I looked for you before, I mean that person, but I couldn't find him." I asked suddenly.

"That's how it was at the end of last year. I was invited to come here by a senior, so I quit." She returned.

What I couldn't guess was that the senior Zuo Zhenzhen mentioned was actually D.

Going around, it turns out that the world is so big.

Zuo Zhenzhen was invited by D to help him follow up and report the "campus mass suicide case" mentioned earlier.She met D in a previous learning exchange meeting. Zuo Zhenzhen's cleverness and alternative analysis angles for news attracted D's attention.After that, he intentionally invited him to come here to work with him.Zuo Zhenzhen, who was worried about being a temporary staff, quickly agreed to the conditions offered by D, packed her luggage and came to the city where I live.

But what D doesn't know is that Zuo Zhenzhen has yin and yang eyes.

Zuo Zhenzhen's house was rented by herself, just because it is not too far from the place of work, and the decoration is quite exquisite.Unexpectedly, a storm cost her half a month's salary.

Seeing that she mentioned the "campus mass suicide" case, I followed the topic and asked, "I heard there were more than four people, but five students in total?"

"You are quite well informed." Zuo Zhenzhen said.

During this period of time, we were not talking about ghosts or building bombings. I thought I should relax the atmosphere.

"Can you talk to me?" I asked.

Zuo Zhenzhen thought for a while and asked, "Will you publish it?"

"Don't worry, it won't. Even if it's going to be published, it won't be ahead of you."

Zuo Zhenzhen smiled after listening.

Obviously very similar, but not familiar.

"How about this, Teacher Duochuan." Zuo Zhenzhen suddenly rolled her eyes and said to me, "Let's exchange at equal value."

I asked about the terms of an equivalent exchange, and she said she wanted me to find a story to tell her. If it was good, she would consider telling me about the case and what she found.

"In this way, even if the higher-ups ask, maybe I can use your story to prevaricate." Zuo Zhenzhen said, "It won't hurt me."

I smiled and nodded in agreement.

But finding a story in exchange is not an easy task.After thinking and searching repeatedly, I suddenly remembered that a netizen's contribution might be okay.

The case investigated by Zuo Zhenzhen is the same as the case that happened on campus, and the content is quite intriguing, suitable for Zuo Zhenzhen's appetite.

The contributor to this story is named Ah Q on the Internet. He is in his thirties and told me a story that happened when he was in junior high school.

Ah Q's story

The story of Ah Q goes back 17 years.

Ah Q's former school was a well-known key high school in City C, not only because of its teaching level and enrollment rate, but also because of the supernatural rumors in it, which were once known to everyone on the Internet.

When it comes to the ghost story in this school, I don’t know where the source of the story is. I only know that the school’s small auditorium was rebuilt from a teaching building decades ago.The reason why so much money was spent to demolish and rebuild the building is that a female teacher once had an extramarital affair with a male teacher, and the female teacher became pregnant. As a result, the male teacher had no way to divorce his wife, so she cut it in the teaching building. Suicide by jumping off the building.I heard that the death was miserable, and the clothes were dyed red.Since then, the school's teaching building has been almost out of use, and there have been frequent reports of people seeing a woman covered in blood wandering around the school and unwilling to leave.

But this is just what the youngsters like Ah Q heard from their seniors, and no one knows what the truth is.In order to calm down this matter, the school converted the original teaching building into a small auditorium.

Even so, there are still endless supernatural events about this school on the Internet.

But it is strange to say that some people said that after the auditorium closed, there would be a woman sitting in the middle of the auditorium and sobbing non-stop. The woman still holds the bloody child in her arms, and she is still looking for the male teacher from that year.In short, the spread of these stories did make the students who were studying hard all day feel a little bit stimulated and released.