When
renting, is it good or bad to live with the landlord?
In my first year in Shanghai, I lived in Jing’an District and rented a hardbound double bedroom with a monthly rent of 900.
That day, the landlord looked ambiguous and said to me, “You are only 18 years old, and this is worth 3000.”.
I was stunned for a moment before I understood what he meant. On the
rental software, the rent of the second bedroom in this room is 3900 a month. My
name is Guo Congxiao, and I am eighteen years old.
I just arrived in Shanghai and stayed in a youth hostel for 35 yuan a day.
Twelve people sleep. Wake up
every day in the smell of sweat and take a hot bath that you can never take.
Then, find a place to live, or a job that provides accommodation.
Zhang Ziming may be the noble person in my life. I never
dreamed that I could rent such a good house for 900 yuan.
He is in his thirties and works as an art agent. I
rented a two-bedroom apartment and wanted to rent the second bedroom.
The house has a spacious living room, a clean bathroom, a huge washroom mirror, and a double washstand. In
the second bedroom, there is pink wallpaper left by the former tenant and pictures of cats.
And all this is 100 yuan cheaper than a youth hostel. As I
read the terms of the contract that I didn’t understand, Zhang Ziming asked me why I didn’t go to college and came out to work as an adult. In a flash
, all the grievances came up.
Holding the pen in my hand, I told him, “I took the exam. I was admitted to the university.”.
576 points, enough to go to a good university.
But my parents locked me up at home and stopped me from volunteering, leaving me with only two choices.
Work or get married.
I had no choice but to run, to a place where I could breathe freely.
I signed my name on the contract.
One stroke penetrates the back of the paper.
I gritted my teeth and said, “I will never go back.”.
“Chang Tzu-ming sighed and said softly,” It doesn’t matter. If you have something to do in the future, you can tell Brother Ming. Be good.
He picked up the contract, patted me on the back, and left with ease. I
stood where I was, stiff.
Because he patted my movements, like he was rubbing. Rub a kit
ten tenderly, lovingly, irresistibly.
It seemed to tell me that it was the right given to him by the discount of three thousand yuan. After
that day, Zhang Ziming always crossed the line inadvertently. When I
pass the cup, I will touch my hand gently. When I was
eating, he would suddenly wipe my mouth. When I go to the toilet, I
will come and open the door as if nothing had happened.
Even half a month later, my underwear hanging on the balcony began to be lost inexplicably.
I plucked up my courage and asked Zhang Ziming. All I
got was an outrageous answer like “it might have been blown away by the wind.”.
But I didn’t pursue it. I didn’t dare.
Zhang Ziming is always drunk. He is 1.8 meters tall and his eyes are bloodshot.
I was too afraid of the primitive pressure on him.
I can only comfort myself that if I find a job and change my house as soon as possible, everything will be over.
But Zhang Ziming didn’t leave me much time. When I came back from the interview
that day, I was just about to fall asleep when I heard a strange noise.
I glanced at the door lock.
That’s the sound of the key in the lock cylinder.
Someone’s unlocking my door?
Is it Zhang Ziming?
Brother Ming!?
I pretended to be calm and shouted, but I didn’t get any response. The sound of
unlocking stopped.
I got out of bed barefoot, put the back of my chair against the door lock, half crouched, holding a pair of scissors in my hand, and stared at the door.
Ten minutes. After a
good ten minutes, I heard the sound again.
It was a slight footstep, moving away from my door.
It’s Zhang Ziming! He just.. Stay outside the door all the time! I didn’t sleep this night.
My calves were already numb from squatting, so I moved the heavy solid wood bedside table away and moved it to the door to block the chair.
At this time, a diary fell on the floor from behind the bedside table.
I didn’t look closely, I just kept staring at the bedside table.
Until dawn. After
hearing the sound of Zhang Ziming going out, I went into the bathroom, washed hastily, made up lightly in front of the mirror, and went out for an interview. When I returned to the rental house
in the afternoon, I brought back a sharp fruit knife.
I opened the door quietly and looked around on tiptoe. It seemed that Zhang Ziming had not come back yet.
I breathed a sigh of relief, hurriedly took off my makeup and took a bath, went back to the bedroom, locked the door, drank the cool white at the head of the bed, and plunged into bed.
Tuck in the quilt, turn off the overhead light and close your eyes.
I just hope I can have a good sleep.
But the thing that completely creeped me out happened after just a few breaths.
I noticed something strange in the room and held my breath.
Then I heard the sound of another man breathing under the bed.
It’s Zhang Ziming! He’s been hiding under my bed! I could not help but grasp the knife under the pillow and put it in my arms.
Then I let out a faint whisper.
I’m going to pretend to have abdominal pain, go to the bathroom, and get out of this bedroom.
I got out of bed.
But as soon as my feet hit the ground, I realized it was broken.
He’s going to find me shaking all over. I didn’t
even wear slippers. I walked quickly to the door and opened it gently. The warm yellow light of the
living room sprinkled on my face.
At the same time, I heard the most desperate words in my life.
Xiaoxiao, what are you doing with a knife?
06 Despair spreads all over the body.
I didn’t dare to turn back, so I had to run out.
In just two steps, Zhang Ziming caught up.
He dragged me straight into the bathroom and pushed me roughly to the ground.
The pain came in an instant. The knife in
his hand was also beaten away by Zhang Ziming, who had been pressed down. In the
bright light, Zhang Ziming looked down at me and laughed ferociously. Holding down his voice,
he said ferociously, “Guo Congxiao, you knew there would be such a day.”. Aren’t
you waiting for this day? Haven’t
you been waiting for this day?
！」 “Little bitch!” Zhang Ziming repeated this sentence, the smell of rancid alcohol sprayed on my face, and then he lowered his head and forced my neck.
My hands can only twist and swing meaninglessly.
The knife slid to the very edge of the bathroom. There are no heavy objects
around.
Only Zhang Ziming’s hand held me firmly.
It was the weakest 30 seconds of my life.
Until I touched the shower curtain with water drops.
I realized in an instant that this cheap plastic shower curtain was my only lifeline.
I tried my best to pull it down, and at the moment when Zhang Ziming tore open my jacket, I tore it! The shower curtain was pulled down by me and covered Zhang Ziming’s head. Then, I put my arms around Zhang Ziming’s head.
He struggled frantically and his hands were on me from time to time.
I endured the pain and continued to wrap the shower curtain around Zhang Ziming’s neck.
I started pushing, pushing, pushing.
07 Zhang Ziming’s head, wrapped in a shower curtain, lies on my white knees.
He stared at me with a look of horror and helplessness.
I just buried my head and leaned close to his ear.
I was really waiting for this day, but fortunately I didn’t wait too long.
I whispered in a calm, comforting tone.
I know, you have a camera in the bathroom, right?
Son of a bitch.
08 That day, I saw it.
The lost diary records how the previous tenant was insulted by Chang Tzu-ming in the form of “sex for rent.”.
It also recorded how she was threatened by Zhang Ziming’s peeping video in the bathroom.
Zhang Ziming deserves to die.
And I want him dead, too. When I take a shower
during the day, I loosen the hooks of the shower curtain one by one in the rising steam.
Make sure I can pull it off.
Then I bought a knife and waited to play a game with Zhang Ziming.
Running away is also intentional.
In order to lead Zhang Ziming to the bathroom, and then let the camera in the corner record all this.
09 Zhang Ziming’s breathing gradually stopped. There was more despair in
his eyes than I had performed ten minutes ago. A lot
more. “Don’t worry, dear,”
I whispered.
It was a perfect self-defense.
Finally, Chang Tzu-ming’s blurry pupils lost focus, and his hands hung down feebly.
I pretended to be frightened and got up to go to my room to get my cell phone to call the police.
I’ll be fine. I’m the perfect victim.
But as soon as I got up, an inexplicable feeling of weightlessness suddenly came up.
The brain buzzed and the scene began to blur.
What’s wrong?
I think of the cup of boiled water at the head of the bed.
Zhang Ziming drugged it?
Unfortunately, he was too impatient and revealed too many flaws.
I looked at Zhang Ziming’s body, pulled out an invisible sneer, and then fainted on the cold floor tiles.
I was woken up by the sound of a car whistle outside the window.
My head still hurts a little, but I’m completely awake.
I struggled to get up, ready to call the police.
As soon as I took a step, I turned back.
Incorrect Incorrect! The shower curtain was hung back and the knife was on the floor.
Corpse The body is gone.
I panicked and washed my face to calm myself down.
I checked and found that my body was black and blue, and there were still signs of struggle. What happened
at night is real.
But if Zhang Ziming doesn’t die and wakes up before me, he has no reason to let me go?
His room, my room, the living room, the kitchen, no one.
Suddenly, I thought of the most crucial thing-the camera hidden in the corner of the bathroom ceiling.
I moved the stool and pushed aside the loose tile on the ceiling.
In the back, there was nothing but a narrow hole. The camera that
was supposed to be here, it’s gone. Just then
, the cell phone in my pocket rang.
I click on the mobile phone. I
saw that it was Zhang Ziming who sent me a video.
It was a video that had been edited, and only cut out the process of me suffocating him.
12 And he said, Laugh, and abide here.
I took a breath, frowned and replied, What do you mean?
Twenty-four hours.
As soon as you leave the house for 24 hours, the video will be handed over to the Public Security Bureau.
This is the last message that Zhang Ziming sent me. No matter what I sent
later, he didn’t reply again.
Now I do not know Zhang Ziming’s situation, nor do I know what he wants to do, I can only continue to live in this empty two rooms and one hall.
Gradually, I found that no matter what I did, I had a feeling of being stared at.
Staring, not watching.
It’s like someone watching you silently, not interfering, not leaving.
I checked every corner and tried again and again according to the method on the Internet, but I didn’t find any more cameras. The feeling of
staring is always there.
Until one day, I was blowing my hair in the bathroom after taking a shower, and suddenly the electricity was cut off. In
a flash, the sound of the hair dryer and the wind of the exhaust fan disappeared. Startled,
I quickly recovered, turned on my flashlight, and slowly wrapped my hair in a towel in front of the mirror.
But I heard it.
I really heard it.
In the moment of silence, in the darkness, behind the mirror reflecting my naked body, there was the sound of things falling. The most satisfying painting I have ever painted by
Xie Chuanqiu is a nude portrait of a woman.
She is my roommate, the roommate who lives in the two-bedroom apartment across the street.
Two years ago, I rented this house and painted in seclusion.
But the more I paint, the worse I get, and I can’t pass every one of them.
Finally, one day, I broke down.
On a thunderstorm night, I had been depressed for too long, smashing furniture and venting at random. The mirror in the
bathroom was broken, and behind the mirror, a dark room was revealed.
Very small, less than four square meters, but also left some cement, wood and other decoration equipment.
I climbed in and saw that on the opposite wall of the dark room, a half-man-high window was sealed by a mirror, which should be the mirror of the neighbor’s bathroom.
As I remember, the neighbor’s house was a rental house with no tenants.
I had a bold idea.
A few days later, I removed the mirror from my neighbor’s bathroom and replaced it with a two-way mirror I bought. The
opposite person sees a normal mirror, but in my eyes, it is only a transparent glass. At
first, a man moved in.
I watched him bury the camera, I watched him drug it, I watched him coerce every tenant.
I was resentful and enthusiastic.
Later, a girl named Guo Congxiao moved in.
She’s not a standard beauty, but she’s the most powerful girl I’ve ever seen.
I have a hunch that she is different.
That day, I sat in the dark room, looking at Guo Congxiao who was bathing, and sketched a nude portrait in my mind.
Passed, but not enough.
Not nearly enough.
She is like a silent volcano, with hot magma inside, eager to erupt.
I want more.
So when the perverted beast said to himself that he was going to attack Guo Congxiao, I did not interfere.
All day long, I stayed in the dark room, waiting for the progress of the mirror.
Finally, the moment came! At that moment, Guo Congxiao was pressed by Zhang Ziming, the knife was thrown away, his hands were clamped, Guo Congxiao’s eyes spurted out a surge of hatred. So, so beautiful!!! I held my breath, but my whole body was excited.
Five minutes later, my excitement turned into a cold sweat.
I watched Guo Congxiao smother the beast with a shower curtain.
Son of a bitch.
15 She fainted.
110。 In
the darkroom, I thought about calling the police.
But I know that once I call the police, Guo Congxiao will disappear from my sight forever.
I took care of everything quietly.
The bathroom is already clean. Guo Congxiao,
my real model, still lives there leisurely.
I’m still enjoying, only I know, the time of two people.
I know she found a job as a receptionist in a foreign company. She
knew that she had several objects to pursue and several girlfriends. She
knew that she had not given up her studies and was still preparing for the adult college entrance examination.
I am more than observer, and she is more than object of my gaze.
I’m sure I’m living with her, a mirror away.
Today is Saturday, according to the custom, she will go to the living room to listen to online lessons after taking a bath.
But she didn’t.
She stood naked in front of the mirror and put on a black pajama made of silk, which I had never seen before.
I know she hates black.
Then she picked up a fruit knife and put it in the inside pocket of her pajamas.
She went out of the bathroom. What
‘s she gonna do? Suicide
to avoid punishment?
Three minutes later, my doorbell rang.
I quickly turned out from the window, arranged the mirror, and went to the door.
Who is it?
Hello, I’m your neighbor across the street.
Outside the door was a voice I knew all too well.
It’s Guo Congxiao.
. Focus on not getting lost ~
