A few years ago, I got a big red bag in the prop.
Half an hour later, the owner of the red bag asked for no fruit and jumped off the building.
He left a message: “Will you not return?” I’m sorry.
One.
On the night of the 28th of the month, I was lying on the couch watching TV, and a cell phone was ringing.
Pick it up. There’s one in the prop that came from your owner.
I played single for 28 years, got it.
Two hundred dollars?
I was shocked to see the amount of the red bag, but I haven’t heard from it, and the man sent several red bags in succession.
It’s a little slow this time. The red bag’s gone. Open it and it’s 200 bucks.
There was a riot in the crowd: “Are there any more, I didn’t get any.” I’m sorry.
“Yes, I’ll send more!” I’m sorry.
“Uh-oh, is it still hairy? I don’t blink this time. I’m sorry.
You’re the one who said, “Okay. I’m sorry.
Next, she gave a dozen red bags in one breath, all 200.
I got two more.
The laughter that was stolen and the glamorous look of the boss. The unscathed cry of bitterness, in the crowds.
“Sister, give me more!”
“Why is it gone?”
“Sister, you can set it up as a handbag, a hundred, for a total of $10,000. I’m sorry.
The fate is that you didn’t speak. Not for a while. A red bag was sent out again.
This time I robbed 168.
This time the red bag lasted over 20 seconds before it was robbed, looking at the total … He really sent $10,000, 100 bags.
It’s a lot happier than New Year’s.
She disappeared when everyone yelled at her.
I turned off the TV and took a shower.
And when it came out, the news of the proprietors had become 99+.
“Give me back the red bag!” That’s from my mom. I’m sorry.
Two.
“Where are the liars who have never spoken in groups?” I’m sorry.
“She’s your mother, and I’m still your dad.” I’m sorry.
“Why did I have to return it? I’m sorry.
“She really is my mother. Her name is Rusofen, and she wears a blue-flowered cotton vest with a hot curly hair. Look at her circle! I’m sorry.
It’s a picture of your friend on the cover.
“Ha ha, you’re talking about people’s pictures, right? I’m sorry.
“You’re a fool. This year is a lot more. I’m sorry.
Attention, everyone, the Internet fraud trap has been upgraded. I’m sorry.
Everyone’s got a gun and a stick, and they’re all talking.
“Are you sure you’re not going back?” I’m sorry.
“Fuck off!”
“Uh, psycho. I’m sorry.
“Being asleep…”
“It must be a liar who wants the money. I’m sorry.
“Then all I have to do is let my mother come to you.” I’m sorry.
This time, no one returned him.
I turned off my phone and I was going to bed, and there was a heavy fight upstairs.
The noises were mixed, women screamed, cried, and finally the sound of breaking things.
“Who is fighting upstairs?” I’m sorry.
“Looks like 7-4. I’m sorry.
“Oh, isn’t that my doorway? I’m sorry.
“Is that the red one? I’m sorry.
“I think I saw that aunt at the door. I’m sorry.
I’m going to say, “Maybe it’s a coincidence…”
Bang!
The hyphen’s not finished yet. There’s a loud sound coming from behind!
“I jumped, someone jumped! There are screams downstairs.
I threw my phone to the window and looked out.
There was an additional black jar downstairs and the second-floor plastic shed was destroyed.
My house is on the fifth floor, but the lights are dark downstairs.
Neighbors came out of the cave screaming for the police.
And then someone in the group said, “It’s dead.” I’m sorry.
“Shit, it looks like the lady with the red bag, what’s her name?”
“Ro, Rusupine?”
They sent photos of the body…
On the floor, I can’t see my face, but the cotton vest and the yellow curly hair of the blue flower garter are rather shocking.
Someone came to you in the group of Ait’s parents: “Are you okay? Not you?”
Soon, a new message.
“Are you sure you won’t return the package?” I’m sorry.
3
The phone went off and fell on the floor.
When I came back, the police car and the ambulance came and surrounded the scene of the accident on the first floor.
I followed the neighbours downstairs in tight clothes and saw them carrying the body.
The white cloth was not covered, and the yellow-coloured curls of the dead were swayed, like a ghost cloth.
The police began investigating the circumstances of the deceased, and most of the neighbours shook their heads and said that she was new and not well acquainted.
No one’s mentioned the red bag.
I’m panicking. Quietly exit the crowd.
I left with you and my neighbor, Jan downstairs.
“Is she going to jump back because of the red bag?” Why don’t we pay it back? “I kept my voice down and asked her.
“It’s none of my business, I didn’t steal much.” I’m sorry.
I looked at her, and if I remember correctly, Yang was the one who took the most money tonight, about a couple thousand.
The more I get home, the more I think about it, the more I find the grooves, the more I find the courage to click on friends.
I’m trying to return over $700.
But he never passed.
In the early hours of the morning, news came from the crowd.
The police went to Russell’s house and found no one else at the house and no signs of fighting. Based on the signs on the balcony, she should have committed suicide.
Before she died, her phone was on the balcony.
The crowd boils.
“The year of demand is a liar! I’m sorry.
“By the way, it didn’t return. I’m sorry.
“Rosphen may have been depressed, so let’s go before she dies. Those screams were made before she died. I’m sorry.
A man named Juaa said, “She’s dead, and what we got is dead money.”
“We shall not steal or steal, nor shall we be afraid of the red bag that was stolen.” I’m sorry.
Juaa, “Do you think it’s not right when Russell was dead and no one was home? I’m sorry.
4
“Does Rusoven have a son? I’m sorry.
7-3: “No, I’ve never seen her alone. I’m sorry.
I was upset and I looked at the clock on the wall at 1:00 a.m.
I was blindfolded to sleep, but I couldn’t sleep, and as soon as I closed my eyes, I could see the white yellow hair under the stretcher.
I don’t know how long it took me to hear the noise coming out the window.
It’s like someone’s scratching the fence with a nail.
When this thought flashes, I turn my head.
My house is on the fifth floor. How can there be anyone outside the security fence?
From that point of view, only closed curtains were seen and I went down there slowly.
The stings are getting closer and clearer.
I know there must be something behind the curtains.
In the end, I pulled the curtains, and I worked hard…
Outside the window, there’s a wrinkled, pale-skinned face!
She’s got blood on her forehead, yellow hair on her scalp and her mouth on her ear, “Where’s my red bag?” I’m sorry.
I screamed and sat up…
It was a dream.
It’s just this dream, too real.
My back was wet and I looked up to the curtains, and there was nothing unusual.
I took a deep breath, and I was lying down and suddenly the door was ringing.
Bang, bang, bang.
A very, very soft knock on the door, as if someone had a fingertip on the doorboard.
I’m sweaty and I can’t think of anything but a white face.
I thought I was still hallucinating, but that voice lasted a long time.
I’m going to go in a tremor, and I’m going out to the cat’s eye…
The light in the corridor was dazzling, and a dark shadow turned to me and looked around.
When I was most nervous, the man turned around to the door and bowed again: “Are you there, Yu?” I’m sorry.
That’s a young woman. Looks familiar.
“Who is it?”
She said, “I, Julia, I live on the sixth floor, I ask you something…”
Turns out she’s the Juyad speaking in the crowd.
I looked out of the cat’s eye for a while, and it was only when I was sure he was normal that I opened the door.
“Did you find anything wrong?” I’m sorry.
5
Is something wrong with having nightmares?
I tried to stay calm: “Nothing. I fell asleep. What happened? I’m sorry.
“My upstairs is the jumper’s house, with footsteps in the middle of the night. She said she looked behind her back and said, “Didn’t the police say there was no one else in her house? I’m sorry.
“The footsteps?”
“Yeah, like dragging on the floor in slippers. Her face looks like she’s crying, “I’m afraid, my husband’s on a business trip, I knocked on a couple of doors, and you opened it. Do you think it would be…?
I heard a bit of a panic, but reason is still there: “No way, when the police came to his house, several neighbours watched. Could her son have gone back? I’m sorry.
Juaa wasn’t sure. A few seconds later she said she’d go to the property security.
Security escorts, we went to 7-4.
The guard pointed at the door and said, “Stop knocking, no one’s there. Can’t you see the seal on the door? I’m sorry.
“I really heard the footsteps.” I’m sorry.
The security guard shook his head and went up and banged on the door, “Is there anyone in the house?” I’m sorry.
There were several shouts, a silence and no answer.
“Look, there’s no one. You must be hallucinating. Go back to sleep. The security guard said to Julia:
“Can you check the surveillance? I’m sorry.
Security is like listening to a joke: “This is an area that for more than 30 years, a large group of people don’t pay for their property, and in order to reduce costs, there is no security, except for parking and the entrance to the sector. I’m sorry.
And Juya turned to me, “I really heard the sound, believe me? I’m sorry.
I don’t know. I’m confused. What’s with the text? If it’s true, I don’t see anything.
So I’m going to say, “Well, maybe, Zhu, don’t think about it. I’m sorry.
“Is it safe? I also stole her red bag. I’m sorry.
It is now 6:00 a.m., the darkest moment before dawn, when we each return home with our best friends.
I couldn’t sleep again, and I couldn’t help looking out the window. At 7:00 in the living room, I made myself a cup of coffee in the kitchen.
I heard a noise coming out of the door.
After pulling the door open, I saw the guard on duty last night rushing upstairs.
“What’s wrong? I’m sorry.
He’s sweaty and he’s pointing up the stairs: “The woman happened last night…”
Six.
He’s talking about Juyaa.
I ran upstairs with the crowd and saw Juya’s body through the crowd.
She was lying down in the middle of the living room, with a small side of her head, where she could see only half a face, with her hands holding her hand up in a weird way.
Behind him a middle-aged man said, “What’s going on in our neighborhood? It’s only a day, two dead.” I’m sorry.
“Isn’t that right?” The security guard’s a mess. I’m sorry.
“Did you call the police?” I’m sorry.
Security: “No one goes in there to destroy the scene. I’m sorry.
Security said the first man to find the body was the boss of 6-1.
The old man used to walk early, and as soon as he opened the door, he found the 6-4 door hidden.
He thought Juya had forgotten to close the door and saw her body when he knocked on the door.
He crawled down the stairs and now he’s in the hospital.
“How does the Lord know it’s a body? I’m sorry.
The security guard said, “He went in there, he was dead, his body was dead and his eyes were closed. I’m sorry.
My back was cold.
A few hours ago, Juyad died in front of me alive. Is it really about the red bag?
I quit the crowd and took a slow step home.
I sat on the sofa and I took a few breaths and I didn’t get back to it.
The phone on the tea table flashes a green light.
I pick it up, light it up, and the next second I have a pupil earthquake.
The tweets show an unread message, which is the voice of Juaa.
I was staring at that voice and I noticed the time: 6:30.
That was before she died, wasn’t it?
I put out my shivering fingers, and Juaa’s panic sounded, “She, she’s here no, don’t grab the red bag…”
After a few words, the sound stops, as if it were suddenly cut off.
And We shivered uncontrollably until the door was pounding.
Is Yu-Ting home? Police comrades asked you for information. The security guard’s voice is ringing.
When I opened the door, I opened the door: “Are you asking about Juya’s voice?” I’m sorry.
I’ve said it from the beginning to the end.
After their statements, they left me with my contact details, which allowed me not to leave the city in the near future, as it was possible to receive summonses at any time.
I later learned from the owner community that many people in the district who had been in contact with them, including those who had stolen red bags, had been questioned.
It has been confirmed that there is a mental problem with Russell, who often talks to herself in the elevator, occasionally stares at her eyes, does not pay for her food at the supermarket, and forcibly takes the food out.
Although it had not been long, many people had been impressed to mention her.
Except me.
I come home early and late every day, and I can’t meet a few.
7
After the police left, the whole district was covered by a strange climate of fear.
Someone’s done red bags.
Yang got the most, $1700. The others have decreased in turn, totalling 80, or more than 19,000.
“Why don’t we return the red bag?” I’m sorry.
Young: “Return! To whom? The red packs have jumped off the building.” I’m sorry.
4-3: Will we just wait and die? Russell’s coming for us. Now it’s Julia, and maybe it’s you and me. I’m sorry.
Young Yang: Are you paranoid? A man dies as a lamp, and Juyad dies as a coincidence. She’s a coward. I’m sorry.
8-2: “But before she died, she sent a message not to steal the red bag, and I heard it when the police played it.” I’m sorry.
Young: “It’s a hallucination. Juaa, like Naro Sooven, must be insane.” I’m sorry.
4-3: “Beware that Russell is next.” I’m sorry.
“Yang, come to me if you can, I don’t believe this.” I’m sorry.
There was a lot of noise, and We looked out the window consciously.
There’s a wind outside the window and the curtains are just like last night.
Bang, bang, bang!
And suddenly the sound of it was ringing, and a red light rose outside the curtain.
I was scared and I looked at it and I realized it was fireworks.
Today’s La Moon 29, tomorrow’s New Year’s Eve…
The news of the cell phone is still flashing, and one of the things that happens is: can we live until next year?
Let me just say, “Don’t turn it off tonight. If anything happens, just say it in the crowd.”
I changed the TV the other night and pressed the remote a million times.
The news from the crowd comes out from time to time.
I’m tired and tired until the morning and I’ve had a fight.
Then I couldn’t hold on and fell asleep.
At 3:00 a.m., I got a swollen abdomen, and I woke up in my urine.
He was staring at his cell phone in the toilet and had just been down and heard a moment of boom.
It’s boring, like it’s coming from a wall.
Who’s redecorating?
How could anyone do it at night?
I listened very carefully, and it seemed like it was coming from me.
Outside the toilet wall, it should be the elevator.
I live in an old neighborhood, 12 floors, one unit with only one elevator.
The elevator has been in trouble for some years, so our short-floor owners prefer to climb the stairs.
As soon as I got there, I was like, “There’s something wrong with the elevator on the fifth floor. I’m sorry.
As soon as the message came, there were a few responses.
Soon, they’re coming. Someone listened to it and said there was a bang in it, and now it’s gone. It’s supposed to be closed.
Someone has gone downstairs to find security and said they are contacting Elevator Protection to check on the situation.
And a man suddenly said, “If a man is closed, why not shout?” There’s a distress call in there. I’m sorry.
And I thought, “Is it possible to shout, but can’t do it?” I’m sorry.
I say this, the people present are silent.
Half an hour later, the elevator repairers finally arrived, using tools to break the elevator doors.
The elevator door opened for a moment and we saw a foot.
8
A pair of purple naked feet.
Looking up, it’s a pair of sweaty legs and gray cotton pajamas.
A wire line was attached to the top of the damaged elevator. The sound of the previous boom was the sound of a collision of the elevator wall during his struggle.
A mid-aged man was hung from the elevator. His head was pulled to his chest, but only his tongue was spitting out and his jaw was full of bush.
“This is Wang Yu Lin who lives on the ninth floor! The one at the bank. A man around me looked at it for half a day and horrified.
“Come on, put him down, see if he’s saved. I’m sorry.
When they were busy, I quickly called the alarm and the emergency call.
When he was put down, he was long dead, his neck was strangulated and his skin broke.
As for that face, it’s even worse, blue and blue.
Someone came to his house and his wife screamed and said she had no idea when Wang Yu Lin was leaving the door and how he got into the elevator in the middle of the night.
When the police rechecked, I dragged my foot back to my house.
Turning on the phone, Wang Yu Lin stole $5,600 in red bag that night.
I sat on the sofa with fear and shivering beyond control.
Juya is right. Whoever robs a red bag will die, and none of them will escape.
So, who’s next?
I’m strangling, I’m freezing.
At around 10 a.m., new news came out of the crowd, unlike the previous fall of Russell and a heart attack in Juyaa, which the police had identified as murder.
The last two incidents were to be investigated jointly and the sub-district completely closed.
The gates of the district are now closed and cannot enter or exit. Because eight or nine of the killers are still in this building.
But where would he be?
The next few hours, the property, the police, went door to door and checked, but there was no suspect!
There is a strange fragrance of horror in the proprietors’ communities of the past.
“This old bitch is so bad, she’s too angry to kill two in such a short time. I’m sorry.
“Let’s give her the red bag back. I’m scared. I’m sorry.
“How? Neither she nor her best friend! I’m sorry.
“Yeah, I’m giving her my own red bag in the pack and no one’s coming back. I’m sorry.
“Can you pay for the transfer? I’m sorry.
“No number. Where are we going? I’m sorry.
“I took the red bag too, I can’t die! My kid’s only a year old. What if I die? I’m sorry.
“I knew I’d listen to my wife. I drove back to Hubei yesterday. I’m sorry.
“What’s the point of saying this now?
After a brief silence, the property manager spoke: “Everyone stay at home, go nowhere, be safe. I’m sorry.
After a while, he added, “There’s something we need to register, it’s New Year’s Eve. I’m sorry.
New Year’s Eve…
Who’s in the mood for New Year’s? Three dead.
At noon, my mom called and asked me if I ate dumplings.
“Eat. I’m sorry.
“A man does not just order, he does not order food, he brings his colleagues. I’m sorry.
“Good. I’m sorry.
“Are you sure you don’t want Mom and Dad to come and stay with you? I’m sorry.
“No, I’m on duty for the second year, and I can’t stay with you. I’m sorry.
I cried after I hung up.
My mother diagnosed breast cancer six months ago, had surgery and was still in chemotherapy.
So these things can’t be mentioned. Unless I survive…
It took me a long time to get my emotions back, and there’s something going on in the crowd.
“I heard from the agency today that Russell really has a son! I’m sorry.
9
“His son, Joon-ming Wang, works at Hung Sing Company, 7-4 was hired for rent and paid rent and deposit for six months. I’m sorry.
“Is Wang Jun-ming a year old? I’m sorry.
“Not sure. I’m sorry.
4-3: “I know Hung Sing, I’ll call right away! I’m sorry.
Ten minutes later, he replied: “My friend said there was a man who was expelled six months ago for stealing the company’s belongings, and he gave me his cell phone number and photo, and I sent it to you. I’m sorry.
Not long ago, the phone number and the photo came out.
I looked at that picture for a long time… In their early 30s, they had a small, disarray eyebrow, flat-faced face, and their eyes were not big, and they were simply people who could not be found in the crowd.
I’m sure I haven’t seen him.
Not just me, but everyone in the group says they haven’t.
I’ve been searching my cell phone with a micro-mail, and the results on the screen are giving you a headache.
Wang Jun-ming is the year he calls himself Russell’s son!
My head blew up, and it was like a fire of lightning, and I thought of a bunch of things.
“Come on, let’s call the police. He’s a murderer!” I’m sorry.
The owners blew the pot in a second.
“What’s the killer? I’m sorry.
“5-4, are you overreacting? I’m sorry.
“Even though he’s an old man, he’s not in the neighborhood. Nobody’s seen him. I’m sorry.
And I typed as hard as I could: “No, you think about it a different way, and it wasn’t him who was not there that night, but did we not notice him?” I’m sorry.
I snapped my finger and pressed it fast: “Supefine jumped out of the building after he had a red bag, and he asked for nothing. Does everything make sense? I’m sorry.
“This…”
“There seems to be some reason. I’m sorry.
“Really? I’m sorry.
I said, “Of course! After Russell jumped out of the building, a message came from his cell phone, and Juyaa heard footsteps in the middle of the night all he did. I’m sorry.
10-1: “But why is he so biased? Didn’t her mother commit suicide? I’m sorry.
I took a deep breath: “In his eyes, he thought we had forced his mother, so he was mad at revenge.” After Juyaa’s death, Wang Yu Lin’s death will be followed by more. I’m sorry.
2-3: So there’s no ghost, is there? I’m sorry.
I said, “No. I’m sorry.
10
This analysis was followed by a call to the police.
The police replied that they were investigating the person two days earlier, but that he had disappeared.
A neighbour said, “Let’s find him soon, or he’ll die.” I’m sorry.
8-1: If not, who will be next? I’m sorry.
I watched the news for a while and then I looked at the wall’s hanger, and it was 5:50.
At about 6 p.m., the sound of a joyful firecracker was heard from afar.
It’s our custom to fire fire firecrackers at 12 noon, 6 p.m. in the middle of the 30th year, and it used to be an old feeling.
And today, it’s just like a trance that every time it rings, the threat of death is getting closer.
I went to the fridge to flip out a bag of dumplings that were frozen and boiled.
It’s freezing too long, and it’s boiling pots, and several of them are boiled. The dark green bellies leaked out, and the soup was ruined.
I took a little spoon and I made it to the third one, and there were footsteps.
The footsteps are very light, and there’s a weak breathing in the middle…
I didn’t look back, or I couldn’t look back.
I know, the killer’s here.
The next person he’s going to kill is me.
And when I say that in the crowd, I know it will come.
But I know that I am still guilty.
Who’s not afraid of death? I’ve seen three bodies.
The footsteps were coming closer to the thick smell of blood and stink, and a distorted shadow appeared on the wall.
Men and women could not be distinguished, but the knife in his right hand was clearly visible.
I’m going down, and I can see the pair of shoes behind my back. Obviously, it’s a man.
I held the spoon in my hand, and I was all tied up and my breath was suspended.
He seems to be watching something, standing half a metre away from me.
A few seconds later, a mute man sounded, “Don’t you run away?” I’m sorry.
I was surprised that the spoon fell by the pot, and I didn’t move to pick it up: “I can run through the first year, I can’t run beyond 15. I’m sorry.
Tomorrow is the first year.
He laughed like a knife in his throat. It sounded weird.
In the next second, the shadow on the wall moved, and the knife hit me in the neck.
It’s not like it’s coming. It’s being pulled away.
The noises, the screams, the disarray of footsteps have become one.
I’m in the corner of the kitchen and I’m looking at a falling bowl of spoons, and in the living room, there’s been a fierce fight.
I looked out in a panic and there were three men in the living room who were beating each other.
It took me half a day to recognize the middle one.
Eleven.
Spoiled eyebrows, flat face, tiny eyes, but thin as a ghost.
Wang Jun-ming lost dozens of pounds compared to the photos.
The other two police officers, who were very quick, clearly took over, one aimed at him with a pistol and the other with handcuffs: “You think you can escape?” I’m sorry.
When the latter grabbed him and tried to put the handcuffs on him, Wang cut his neck with a knife.
The knife slashed hard, a little blood bursted out and splattered his face!
“Get out of the way? Let him die! Wang Joon-ming shouted.
The injured policeman had one piece of lips and he was signaling that he was shooting.
How can I shoot if I’m so anxious?
The police with the gun are clearly stalling.
Such a victory would be cruel if the perpetrators were captured at the expense of his life.
So, either the cop or me, we watched Wang drag him to the door and opened the door.
Then he pushed so hard that he ran out of there while we were running for the wounded policemen.
The police stormed the door and fired two shots at the entrance.
I pulled my clothes off the wounded cop’s wound and the other hand touched the phone and pressed 120.
My hands are full of blood and my hands are shaking, and the wounds of the police are still bleeding out and I’m sweating.
There was chaos at the scene, from Jun-ming Wang to him to flee, rescue and pursue … It was only a few minutes short.
Finally, the ambulance arrived.
At the same time, the support arrived and searched various parts of the district.
Strangely enough, he was not found in such a dense search.
Wang Jun-ming went missing again like a fish.
I don’t know.
I’m walking back and forth in the house, squeezing the trigger.
I’m worried about Officer Lin.
He saved me in the first place or I’m gone now.
I don’t know.
Actually, we met at noon.
After receiving information from Joon-ming Wang, I found Officer Lin first and dared to say my own speculation.
Officer Lin: “The killer is in the dark, we are in the dark and it is not easy to provoke him. I’m sorry.
I thought, “Is there a way to get a snake out of the hole?” Isn’t he going to kill again?”
That said, several policemen present looked at me.
There seems to be some possibility in their eyes.
Officer Lin asked, “Will you be willing to cooperate with us in our work as a smuggler?” I’m sorry.
I’m silent.
Officer Lin: “It is possible that the people in the district know him, and if someone fakes their identity, they may be in a state of shock. So Yu…
“I… will I die? I hesitated, “I have parents, I don’t want to die. I’m sorry.
Officer Lin stood before me: “I promise I will do my best to protect you from the criminals. I’m sorry.
I looked at him, and I looked at the others, and they were all looking for the light.
I’ve noded my head.
Do you believe us, Yu?
“I believe. I’m sorry.
“Can you stay calm, whatever happens?” I’m sorry.
“I’m trying. I’m sorry.
So there was the scene.
In the moment that Wang Jun-ming stabbed me, Officer Lin pulled me away, and he was really doing his best to protect me.
But he’s still alive and dead.
I’m afraid of dying, I have my parents, but Officer Lin has family, and his body is made of meat.
I hate that murderer for his fucking mistakes!
And how did Joon-ming Wang get into the house?
When the incident occurred, Officer Lin and his colleagues hid in the closet of the bedroom, where I was clearly seen in the kitchen.
Later, however, another policeman said that he had suddenly come from the kitchen side behind me.
The more I think about it, the more I feel scared, the more I look in the kitchen.
It’s got refrigerators, gas meters, groceries, windows.
I went back to the living room after a quest for nothing, and then suddenly I saw the door.
Something wrong with cat eyes?
Cat eyes can feel the light in the hallway, and it’s dark and it’s very unusual.
I stood up and walked to the door and looked at the cat and saw a skinny woman…
12
She was standing by the firebox like a puppet and her soul seemed to have been removed.
I looked at her in the eyes of the cat for a long time, and she stood still for a long time.
It’s Jan.
What is she doing here?
It’s strange that the phone on the tea table is ringing.
Quick pick-up, called by police officers who had stayed in the hospital.
He said: O Yu, be assured. The old Lin saved it. I’m sorry.
A few short words that left me hanging.
That’s the best I’ve heard.
By the time I dropped the phone and went to the cat’s eye, the hallway was empty.
It’s as if what I just saw was just a delusion.
When it was strange, the opposite neighbour opened the door with the garbage in his hand and stopped in the hallway.
Then he reached out and pulled a piece of paper from the fire box.
I banged the door open: “Damn the garbage! What are you holding? I’m sorry.
The neighbor said, “The one on the firebox, it’s weird. Which kid drew it? I’m sorry.
I took a look at it, and it had several numbers twisted with colored brushes: 407, there’s another sun in the numbers for a month.
I looked at the paper and thought of Young just briefly.
Did she leave this thing behind?
The police told me that no doubt was spared, so I immediately sent the picture.
Ten seconds later, I got a response: copy, go now.
Where to? I’m a little confused, but I didn’t dare ask.
And I looked at that paper for a while, and suddenly I thought the day and the moon were a clear word.
And 407 backwards is 704.
Is that what you mean?
But how could he be in 704?
After Russell jumped out of the building, the property and the police checked, and there were no traces of anyone else living there.
If it was, how would Yang know?
Just as I was thinking about it, there was a new message coming out of the proprietors…
7-3: What happened to the old lady’s house? You’ve got a lot of cops! You’ve got guns! I’m sorry.
2-1: “Ah, the murderer went home?” I’m sorry.
7-3: How does this guy get in? I’m sorry.
10-2: Will the walls be broken? I’ll go. It’s getting scary! I’ll check the doors and windows. Don’t let him in. I’m sorry.
7-3: I’ll come by and give you an update. I’m sorry.
Everyone told him not to go. After all, the knife and the gun aren’t long-sighted.
But he didn’t listen, he disappeared without a word.
In a little while, he sent a creepy statement.
13
“You have to check your own garbage! I’m sorry.
Our neighborhood was built in the early 1990s, when the house had a strange design.
In every kitchen, there is a lively block that opens and leaks the inner walls of a black hole.
This is called a garbage tunnel from which the garbage is collected in the first floor of the garbage house.
It’s convenient, but it’s too long to clean up.
And before that, there were bear kids who were curious to climb in and play, and there were casualties.
So there is a growing consensus that this path will no longer be used.
Who the hell would think that Joon-ming Wang could use this place?
I ran to my kitchen and opened the board.
It’s the same smell that Wang Jun-ming had that day.
The phone was photographed with a very thick rope, which ran all the way down from top to end, and every time there was a knot.
I’m so aware.
The man used the garbage passage as his private elevator and was free to enter any floor to commit an offence.
No wonder he had a heart attack on Juyad, and the voice said she was coming, which actually meant the man.
That’s why he didn’t show up in the kitchen.
But where does he live? No trace of his residence.
I ask questions in groups.
People are wondering if there’s a bad owner’s house.
This idea has given us the creeps of finding weapons in our hands.
“No, I don’t think so. I’m sorry.
“There’s a visible footprint in my garbage! I’m sorry.
“It’s okay. I looked for something to seal it up a few years ago. Nailed it or I’ll die. I’m sorry.
The news in the crowd was rolling so fast that one of the owners of the roof said, “The murderer is on the roof and the police have just gone up!” I’m sorry.
“Did you get it?”
“It should be! It was loud. It’s quiet now. I’m sorry.
The roof is public, and normally no one goes. A lot of solar water heaters have been installed and, occasionally, ropes have been drawn and laid.
The crowd was a mess, and some said that they would arrest the murderer.
Some say they got it. Let’s go up and see what’s going on.
The latter are significantly more.
This is always the case with humanity, where the danger arises only when it is promised and when it comes to security.
Including myself.
I’d love to see the vicious Jun-ming of Wang get caught, after all, he almost killed me.
14
I saw Joon-ming Wang again. He was being held in the corner and the police were questioning him with evidence.
Some early neighbors explained:
“It was caught in the tank. He’s been hiding in there, eating and drinking. I’m sorry.
“He also ran into a female tenant when he ran over his life, the one who took the most red bags. I’m sorry.
“It’s lucky that Yang escaped. I’m sorry.
In these descriptions, I stare at Joon-ming Wang.
He was dressed in muddy clothes, covered in blood, handcuffed and strangled to death, and he was breathing like a dead fish.
In chaos, the wife of Wang Tom-lin ran up and punched and kicked: “You give back my husband and my husband!” My child is seven years old! How will we live? Why did you kill him?”
Juya’s mother, who held her four-year-old daughter, cried, “What’s wrong with her? You just stole some red bags from your mom? Your mother went crazy. I’m sorry.
“Tell me, we’ll pay you back! You’re still a human being for 20,000 red buns. I’m sorry.
“You killed your mother for a few bucks. You’re mean! I’m sorry.
“Bitch, only a lifetime of garbage, living in a dumpster. I’m sorry.
“It’s not worth it. It’s a maggots! I’m sorry.
Neighbors, when you say my word, “Crazy curse” and a few say “excited,” pick up the stones on the floor and greet him.
Wang Jun-ming couldn’t hide and suddenly laughed: “Ha ha ha ha, you said you’d give it back to me.” What the fuck are you doing? You people are more greedy than anyone! What would you have done if you hadn’t fooled my mom with the red bag and sent her 10,000? My mother is crazy! I’m sorry.
“Your mother’s crazy! Why don’t you watch her? Why put that money on her phone? I’m sorry.
Then, when Jun-ming Wang fell down, he cried, laughing, crying, “You know what you know and you know nothing!” I’m sorry.
He growled up.
He said that he had been expelled from his unit and owed an ass, that those people could hide and hide, and that he had to remove his legs and cut off his head.
He said that he had found a place to hide, that he did not want to harm anyone, that he wanted to live.
He says his dad’s dead. He’s the only one left.
“I don’t keep her cell phone. My account’s been frozen long ago. She’s buying rice or we’re starving? I’m sorry.
“You’re all devils. You tricked my mother and sent out all the 20 grand left in the house! I’m sorry.
“I begged you, I begged you to give me back my money. I’m sorry.
“You call me a liar and you say you’re my father. You’re all forcing me! I’m sorry.
“I scolded her, and she jumped down the window… You forced her to die, you bastards! I’m sorry.
“You want to see us all dead. You won’t let me live, then you won’t. He cried and laughed and his face was covered in blood.
He added: “I can’t live.” I’m dead, and I’ve got two. I’m sorry.
All the neighbours were silent, all those who had been angry, crying and sad.
He’s evil.
What do we taste?
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We had a good time stealing the red bag.
We didn’t think why a 50-year-old aunt would send so many red bags.
A picture of her was found in the circle of friends, which had been dressed in gray and white for years, with no embellishment on its head, and was not rich.
We encourage, provoke and even promote jealousy for our own sake.
We have a chance to return the red bag, but…
Everyone is blinded by money.
But none of the evildoers will be able to walk away.
When the knife is poking at each other, it’s going to come back.
This is the punishment.
Wang Jun-ming was taken away, and when he left, he smiled off his face.
He even left a sentence, he didn’t regret it, and if he did it again, he would kill us all.
And this time, we didn’t speak alone.
When the police left, they also took Yang and asked her about her.
Young Yang’s face is quiet, nothing happens. She’s always been calm and steady, either when she grabs a red bag or when she doesn’t.
Among the crowd was a whispering curse: “The first one to drink was her.” I’m sorry.
“Too greedy. I’m sorry.
“What’s the point of saying that now? I’m sorry.
Young heard it, but she didn’t say anything, she just smiled.
When I came to my side, I whispered, “Did you leave the note?” I’m sorry.
She looked at me and said nothing.
16
Yang went away and never came back.
A few days later, we got news.
Wang was sentenced to death for intentional homicide.
We can all guess that. Unsurprisingly, Yang was also sentenced to five years ‘ imprisonment for maliciously inciting violence.
We were all a little shocked.
Because in our impression she is also a victim of greed.
Moreover, she provided information about the perpetrators, although she did not know how that information came from.
I spoke to Officer Lin on the phone and said that Yang had been planning for a long time.
He said that Joon-ming Wang and Young-ming had some old grievances on them.
They had long been able to find out about Yang.
She moved back and forth with Wang’s family, followed by a close-to-the-Rosephine condom, and when she became familiar with it, compelled Russell to have a red bag, saying it was a game, which would double the amount paid.
So the scene of this tragedy came from her.
People in the neighborhood were shocked to learn about this.
Or, after a word of boasting or grief, an older brother suddenly said, “Will you not return the red bag?” I’m sorry.
That’s what creeps us out.
Big Brother coughed, “I mean, the money should be withdrawn and returned. I’m sorry.
“How? Russell is dead, and her son is dying. Burning paper money?”
Brother: “I heard that Russell’s ashes are still in the ashhouse, or we’ll buy her a grave with this money and give her peace.” It’s dead money anyway. I’m sorry.
“I don’t care if they die and come back.”
That proposal was a good one, and people responded very quickly, dropping out according to the records of the time.
Except Jan.
Nobody mentioned her. She came out five years later.
But that night I dreamt of her.
I asked her, “Do you regret it? I’m sorry.
She smiled at me.
And I asked, “Will you do it again? I’m sorry.
She said, ‘If you return, can you not incite temptation while you have red bags?’ Don’t you want money without insults? I’m the one who made the condom, but you let him in. I’m sorry.
Yeah, she’s absolutely right.
17
I’m Yang.
My mom gave birth to me. My dad took me. It was hard.
He had no culture and had to work part-time at sites, factories and places.
Then, when I was 10, an old man introduced my dad to a small mechanic.
The type of work is the assembly plier, which is to put together well-built parts and to place screw parts on drawings.
The work is hard and often overtime, but wages are stable and there is no need to worry about poor food.
That’s why my dad got his head kicked.
We rented a house outside the mechanics and I went to a nearby elementary school for civilian workers.
I’ll cook after school and wait for my dad to come home for dinner.
He paid for my snacks and spent a lot of money on taking me to the playground.
There’s so much new stuff. My dad and I can’t see.
My dad said, “Baby, go to school, go to college, be a civil servant, be a real cityman.” I’m sorry.
I shake my head, “Dad, college is a lot of money. I’m sorry.
My father touched me in the head: “No, I’m not afraid, I’m offering you, I’m selling iron. I’m sorry.
Really, it was my happiest day, and it felt like we were getting better.
But one day, something happened…
The final exam was so cold that I was working on a roll and the headmaster suddenly called me out.
There were two people waiting outside the door. They said something happened to my dad at the factory. Let me see it last.
I was scared. I couldn’t even walk.
I later learned that the last thing they said was literally what they meant.
I can see him, but he can’t see me anymore.
My father was dead, and when he installed a large jar, the car suddenly moved and the thing fell on him.
More than six feet of men, covered in blood, were crushed without even a metre.
It took people at the funeral home a long time to break up those stiff bones.
But the face was crushed, the flesh was blurry, and it was impossible to distinguish between five officials.
The funeral home said it would take a lot of time and money to deal with it.
The people of the factory said, “Then forget it, they are all dead.” I’m sorry.
They said they took care of the Skywalker, fined $5,000 and fired.
Far away, I saw the perpetrator, a skinny man in his early 20s.
They only paid me $100,000, and they gave it to me, together with the five thousand: “Go to your relatives.” I’m sorry.
I was very young, and I had no knowledge of the law of work injuries, much less of the specific criteria for compensation.
Then I went back home to my cousin’s.
My cousin took all my money for me.
They’re so cold to me, they’re all cold leftovers, and I can’t finish my chores, that I dropped out of junior high school.
Then I came here to work as a waitress and a supermarket clerk.
One day later, I saw the perpetrator again.
18
He managed to be in a big advertising company in his suit.
Why?
He paid only 5,000 dollars, but now he lives like a dog.
I started following him, even by some way adding his tweets.
We became netizens.
After becoming more and more familiar, and guided by me, he spoke of the experience of 10 years ago.
“It was noon that day, and I couldn’t bear to move the hook. I’m sorry.
“It also made me throw away my job but it’s good not to do it there. I’m sorry.
And I asked him one word: “What about his family when he is dead?” I’m sorry.
He said, ‘I leave them alone, I have paid 5,000 dollars.’ That’s life. What can I do? I’m sorry.
“Do you feel guilty? I’m sorry.
“I’m sorry. He asked for it. I’m sorry.
I was shocked. I watched my phone for hours.
My father died for nothing. He didn’t feel guilty.
I hate him, I want revenge.
Jun-ming Wang likes to bet a few bets, goes to the lottery station every day and plays mahjong with his colleagues.
So I lured him to gambling sites under the pretext of playing games and set up a condom to drill him.
Soon, Jun-ming Wang started lending.
He borrowed a lot of money to fill the gap and started to misappropriate public funds.
Last thing happened, the company fired him.
Later, he rented the district to avoid debt, and I moved in very quickly. Of course, we’re just netizens, and he’s seen me and he doesn’t know me.
He’s like a rat in a gutter, and he’s dependent on a mental mother.
But it’s not enough…
19
I’m getting to know his mother, and I’m taking my cell phone and showing her how to get a red bag.
I told her it was a fun game. With a red bag, the system will double.
So, she got it.
I’m really happy, whether Joon-ming Wang wants money or jumps the fucking building.
He killed my dad, and I got back at his mother.
But what I didn’t think was that Juyad died… the police said she died of a heart attack.
This may be an exception.
But not long ago, a Wang owner was hanged from the elevator!
I know. It must be Jun Ming. He’s completely insane.
I’m starting to get scared. I hate him, and the owners are greedy, but the sin is not death.
I hesitated for a long time to take advantage of that young girl, Yu-Ting, on the fifth floor.
I put the painting on the firebox.
I know that Jun-ming Wang has been moving through the garbage and that he is hiding in a water tank on the roof.
I deliberately lured the police to his house, which had been blocked long ago, so he would go in and pick up supplies and activities while nobody was there.
The least prepared, the most broken.
The police soon discovered a hidden passage and began to arrest him.
When I ran up, he ran into me. He’s got me in his eyes.
And I called out his first Internet name: “Do you know that you killed my father? I’m sorry.
He stopped. He let me go.
He probably recognized me.
The police just asked me to come in and what else I wanted to do.
I said I wanted to see my dad’s grave…
I haven’t been thinking about him all these years.
If fate returns again, I will take his hand and keep him from leaving in the morning.
Any other opportunities?
I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
