Chapter 7 Impairment

I reluctantly said goodbye to Xiaoxuan, so I left her community. Yes, my title for her is no longer Smurfette, it's just a joke.

Only "Xiaoxuan" makes me feel that she is my family now.

At first, I thought that tonight's dinner was just a fake scene for a fake boyfriend to see his mother-in-law, but I didn't expect to start to do it before I really saw my mother-in-law.

No matter how many cases there are during the day, no matter how hard and even hurtful things happen, as long as you think of the warmth tonight, all the fatigue has disappeared.

It was very late when I got to my house downstairs. The street lights seemed to be a little broken, and the dim lights made my eyes very uncomfortable. It's like wandering between the two worlds of light and gray, and you can't tell which one is the real world, or both worlds are real.

I took a look at the mailbox downstairs, which was stuffed with various advertising pages. I pulled out the folded newspaper and looked through it again, but found no useful information. I managed the mailbox and walked in the direction of the elevator.

I walked into the elevator and pressed the closing button, but the elevator door didn't close for a long time. I couldn't help wondering if the elevator was broken?

I pressed the closing button several times, but suddenly there was a "bang" sound from outside, like the sound of metal impact. My heartbeat accelerated inexplicably at this time. I planned to go out and have a look, but the elevator door suddenly closed at this time... at a completely different speed than usual.

The elevator began to rise normally, and my heart began to panic inexplicably. Although I knew that it was just the effect of gravity, I couldn't help looking at everything around me with suspicious eyes. The elevator is not big, but it is not narrow. The quality of the work of the property management personnel is still good. There have been no small advertisements in the elevator. At the same time, the elevator is particularly clean, and the four walls are as smooth as mirrors. My body is photocopied in the four "mirrors" in the front and back.

"I" is looking at "I".

Suddenly, there is a feeling of naked exposure to the sun in broad daylight. The eyes in the "mirror" make me extremely uneasy, even if I know that those are my own eyes.

Within't thinking about it, I closed my eyes and begged for a moment of peace in my heart. Darkness suddenly came to me, and I was surrounded by unknowns and panic. A feeling of dizziness came. I opened my eyes, and the elevator door was slowly opening.

Although this building is an elevator building, almost every floor of this building is a small household with one bedroom and one bathroom, and most of the people living there are people like me who are still working hard in the middle and lower levels of society.

The corridor is very long, with many turning aisles, and my room is just at the other end of the corridor. The door is far away from the elevator door that keeps opening and closing on each floor.

I walked straight to my old nest, but every few steps, I would look back at the elevator door. The indicator light is still on the fourteenth floor, which is the floor where I am now. From the first five or six steps to the current one or two, the frequent turning back is my footsteps and I can't help but speed up. Uneasiness and doubts start from my heart and continue to spread outward.

As I walked, I took out the key, opened the door and closed it as quickly as possible. Unconsciously, I gasped for breath. After closing the door, my heart finally became less anxious, as if I had just escaped from another world and returned to my stronghold.

For the time being, I was a little confused. As I opened today's newspaper, I habitually walked to the computer desk, and my heartbeat had not even fully returned to normal. Sitting in a comfortable chair, I turned on the computer, but I still glanced at the newspaper in front of me, looking for interesting news.

When I turned the newspaper to the third page, a huge black-and-white photo appeared on the page that should have been published with large advertisements. The woman in the photo is very beautiful, but her eyes are closed, and half of her mouth seems to be ready to say something, such as the black hair of the waterfall covering most of her cheeks.

Tension and fear hit again, and the newspapers in his hand were scattered all over the ground, and the face of "her" on the newspaper was also scattered all over the ground.

Looking at the "relic" of the place, a pair of pale hands picked up my heart and couldn't let it go. I resisted my uneasiness and panic, and the review picked up the newspapers scattered all around. The top two pages of the newspaper came out, and each page of the rest was the same woman's pale and lifeless face.

Although "her" eyes are closed, I always feel that they are about to open and look at me with sharp eyes, as if they will see through everything about me and through my heart.

Although it is the layout of a regular newspaper, I'm not a fool. How can the newspaper waste so much precious pages to publish such photos of the same and worthless women, which are still black and white. I suppressed my uneasiness and began to look at the newspaper with rational eyes. There was not a lot of information that a normal newspaper should have, but when I saw the time of this newspaper, it was a little frozen. At 0:00:00 on November 4th, the newspaper was printed at midnight! No, even the daily morning newspaper will not specify the time in the newspaper. Moreover, the newspaper opened the door for printing at about four o'clock, and sent out the newspaper of the day at about five o'clock. Zero point, how can it be this time? It's completely unscientific.

Outside of the printing date and the black-and-white photos behind, there is nothing unusual in other places. I even found out the previous newspapers and compared them, and the layout was normal. Is it a prank of some boring people? I can't help thinking so in my heart.

Overwhelmed by these sudden and inexplicable situations, the feeling of fatigue hit me again. Let's think about how to solve these annoying things tomorrow. As for now, it's better to take a shower and sleep comfortably. Thinking about this, I put the well-organized newspaper next to the computer and took off my clothes while walking to the bathroom.

I opened my eyes in a daze. There was a vast expanse of white in front of me. My mouth was very dry, but the feeling on my face was very wet. I was ready to stand up, but my feet slipped. I fell into the water. After entering the water, I immediately struggled with my hands and finally found the support point out of the water, but the liquid crystal drank several mouthfuls of water.

I wiped my face. I saw clearly what was going on around me, and then looked at myself. Only then did I understand that I fell asleep unconsciously when I was taking a bath. Fortunately, I woke up in time. Otherwise, my life would have to be in my own home.

I couldn't help smiling bitterly, but thinking about it, the back of my neck was cold again.

Even at home, I can die at any time.

Thinking about it like this, my heart suddenly cooled down.

I picked up the bath towel dezily, wiped my body casually, put on a dress, and walked out of the bathroom. There is still a pile of newspapers next to the computer. The woman on the newspaper is still pale, her lips are slightly open, and her closed eyes may be opened at any time. The computer is flashing with a glimmer of light. My hand touched the mouse, and the screen lit up immediately. It was not the usual screen saver picture. A pop-up window in the center of the screen easily attracted my attention.

is a reminder of the new email. Now when I see the email, I always have an inexplicable panic in my heart, and even a little overwhelmed. I clicked for sure, and an ominous foreboding floated in my heart. There was no title in the email, so I slowly moved my mouse and clicked in. Sure enough, a piece of black and white filled the whole computer screen, with thick black straight hair, pale face, slightly open lips, empty eyes and sharp eyes. "She" in the newspaper opened her eyes...

She just looked at me silently. In an instant, I actually felt that it was my name calling between her slightly open lips. There seemed to be a faint call in my ear, and I repeated intermittently, "Wang Lei...Wang Lei..."

Instead of being afraid of it, I downloaded the open-eyed photo to the desktop. Looking at the message of the email carefully, a few numbers attracted my attention. It's zero on November 4th, and it's another zero.

I picked up the newspaper beside me. "She"'s eyes were closed. Looking at this face, I inevitably felt a little hairy. I always felt as if "she" had come back to life from the newspaper and into my computer.

My focus is on the place where the date is marked on the newspaper. Yes, at 0:00:00 on November 4.

I looked up at the wall clock on the wall. The second hand had just passed by, and the minute hand and the hour hand coincided in the only place where they could coincide...

Look at the calendar on the computer, November 4th...

It's now at 0:00:00 on November 4th, that is to say, is the newspaper I have just typesetting and printed now? It's ridiculous, but I can't laugh. The real newspaper in my hand reminds me that all this is very likely to be man-made.

But I don't think it's a prank now. I can't think of anyone around me who is so bored to do such a thing. However, if everything is artificial, how can I explain that I fell asleep in the bathroom, but I just woke up at that time, and just looked up at the wall clock just after twelve o'clock? Events like this, which are full of accidental factors, are obviously random events. No one can predict, let alone control them. Is it just a coincidence?

Now I can't answer this question. My whole heart beats slowly and normally for a while, and then accelerates inexplicably. This is completely the most real reaction of my body. I can't deceive my body, but I don't know why it beats so irregularly.

Heart palpitations and sweats. This seems to be a problem for people with kidney deficiency, right? I didn't expect that I had experienced it now.

My eyes scanned the whole room, like old tables and chairs, old bookcases, and two neat rows of all kinds of empty wine bottles in the window. Everything is the same as when I left. Only the water stains from the bathroom to my feet have become traces of my movement.

The eyes stay in front of the wardrobe, and the closed cabinet door is like an old door, as if leading to another world.

I slowly approached it, trying to be careful not to make footsteps that are always bad. There is always a voice in my heart telling me that there is another person besides me, another person who stares at me with the "eyes" in the photo.

Standing in front of the wardrobe, I didn't move for a long time. I don't know. If I really open it, there will be something waiting for me. Is it those eyes?

Wang Lei, how can you be so promising!

I scolded myself in my heart and immediately stretched out my hand to open the cabinet door. The cabinet made a hoarse sound, like an old man who was about to die.

There are no strange "things" in the cabinet. There are only some shirts and coats I hang in it, one of which is a suit that I don't usually wear, hanging quietly on the inner wall of the wardrobe, just facing me. The coat and trousers just hung into a human figure, just a flat "person".

A pair of shiny leather shoes at the bottom of the wardrobe are neatly placed below. I remember not long ago, it seems that I deliberately cleaned them up.

I couldn't see anything abnormal in the wardrobe. I closed the wardrobe door, and the "person" was naturally locked in by me.

There was nothing special, and it was getting late. After I turned off the light, I went straight into the quilt.

I lay there doing nothing **, probably because when I was in the bathroom, I didn't feel sleepy at all. I always felt uncomfortable.

I opened my sleepless eyes and adapted to the darkness in the room. Even in the dark, I could still recognize the general direction.

Lying so quietly, his ears habitually capture all the sounds around him. The ticking sound of the second hand walking in the wall clock, the computer was not turned off, the host faintly made a low sound, and the glass window was blown by the wind outside the window making a slight noise.

Only... The soft knock on the door at this time was not heard by me at all just now.

"D...D...D..."

The sound is very light, just like the wind outside the window. It is impossible to notice it if you don't listen carefully. I didn't ask, but locked the door with my eyes.

This knock on the door is not urgent. It is neither the sound of Gao Jianning's careless and irregular knocking with his fists, nor the impatient knocking of the water pipe repairer. It is mechanical and slow, slight but enough to catch my ears.

It's just a mechanical sound, without any human emotion, just like the second hand in the clock on the wall, ticking, remringly.

And this strange knock on the door ended with only three sounds.

Just when I thought everything was my illusion, it came back.

The sound is as slight as a fingernail on the door. It is still mechanical and slow. After three tones, it stops abruptly.

I couldn't help it anymore. I lifted the quilt, turned over and got up from **, and walked to the door barefoot.

The faint light in the corridor shot in through the cat's eye on the door, like a real cat's eye.

I put my ear to listen to the door. After a while, the same knock on the door sounded again, which should be said to be a stingy sound, which made my heart hang to a height that I couldn't measure.

I made up my mind. When the sound just sounded for the first time, I narrowed one eye and came to the cat's eye to see what was going on outside my door.

But I never thought that just because I looked at the cat's eye, my heart almost stopped for nearly three seconds.

The other eye looked at me outside the cat's eye. The pupil, which was as enlarged as me, was empty and blank, but deep and bottomless...