The shadows of three girls wandered around in my mind like a revolving lantern, causing my heart to become restless.
The more I think about it, the more confused I become, and I can't sleep peacefully. I tossed and turned in bed until eleven o'clock, when suddenly the entire building experienced a power outage.
Recently, there have been frequent power outages due to the renovation of the residential power grid. However, every time there is a power outage, a notice is issued in advance, and it is always during the daytime. But this time, not only was there a power outage late at night, but I also didn't receive any advance notice.
Without electricity, the air conditioning stopped, and the autumn tiger quickly became powerful. The weather in August has an average temperature of nearly 40 degrees Celsius during the day and over 30 degrees Celsius at night. In addition, with the approaching wind and rain, a large amount of water vapor has accumulated in the air, making it feel stuffy and hot. In no time, I was sweating profusely.
I couldn't bear it anymore, so I took a candle and went to the bathroom to take a shower.
My bathroom is very small, only over four square meters. In addition to a toilet, there is only a washbasin and a simple sprinkler head inside. Fortunately, the ventilation here is quite good, with a window on the front that allows air to circulate with the room. Through the window, I saw that the entire street was pitch black, indicating that the power outage was still widespread.
I placed the candle on the windowsill and turned on the sprinkler to take a shower. The cool tap water poured all over my body, and I felt very comfortable. My restless mood slowly calmed down.
A cold shower doesn't take a few minutes. When I turned off the water hose to wipe off the water stains on my body, a gust of wind blew outside the window and the candle flickered, showing signs of extinguishing. I quickly walked over and protected the candle with my hands. At this moment, I suddenly heard a burst of singing.
The voice is very low and heavy, it seems to be sung by an elderly person. The melody of the singing is soothing, unlike modern pop songs or folk songs from the 1970s and 1980s, but it has a charm of traditional Chinese opera singing, but it is definitely not traditional Chinese opera. Although the singer speaks clearly, I cannot understand the meaning of the lyrics because they are difficult to pronounce and seem to be adapted from an ancient poem. Singers tend to have a long tail sound, babbling and babbling, often taking more than ten seconds or even half a minute to sing a single word.
The singing seems to be coming from the hallway outside the door. I am very dissatisfied in my heart. It is already late at night and I don't know who is disturbing the residents here.
I hastily put on my clothes and came to the bedroom with a candle in hand. Strangely, without a layer of door panels as a barrier, the singing not only did not increase, but also decreased significantly. Standing in the bedroom listening, I discovered another strange phenomenon. Originally, the singing did not come from the hallway, but from the next door.
I vividly remember that next door lived a family of three surnamed Li, a young couple, and a little over one year old boy. Has there never been an elderly person in their home? Could it be that the child's grandfather or grandfather has arrived? The old man doesn't know the rules of the city, so he practices his voice in the middle of the night.
The singing is persistent and repetitive, always consisting of two or three monotonous syllables. Coupled with the melody, I really don't like it, which makes me restless and upset. I forced myself to endure for more than ten minutes, but I couldn't bear it anymore. So I walked over to the heating pipe and kicked my feet hard on it.
My heating pipe happens to be connected to the one next door. If I kick it hard like this, they will definitely hear a loud noise and understand that I am protesting. The singing should stop soon.
But my move didn't work at all. The singing not only didn't stop, but also became even louder like a demonstration.
I was furious and kicked three times again. After more than ten seconds, there was a loud knocking sound on my door: 'What's going on? It's late at night, and I can't sleep anymore?'
The other party actually complained first, and my anger rose: "Stop singing, do you know that this is disturbing the people
I was just about to ask you, what are you up to singing and knocking on the heating pipe in the middle of the night? "The other party's anger was even stronger than mine, and they kicked my door and angrily went back to the house.
I was so angry that I threw the candle and wanted to rush out to argue with him. At this moment, I suddenly noticed that the position of the singing voice had changed. The singing did not come from the next room, but from my bathroom.
Accompanied by the singing, I even heard the sound of rushing water. It seems that someone is taking a shower in my bathroom and is singing loudly because of their relaxed mood.
At that moment, my whole body froze.
Someone walked into my room and was using my bathing equipment, but I was completely unaware!
Who? "My voice was very low, and the word jumped in my throat for a long time before being sent out. I blew out the candle while speaking, quickly pounced on the bedside, lifted the pillow, and took out a shiny dagger.
As a private detective, I am always in danger, so I have developed a habit of storing weapons in my room for a long time. In my room, weapons are placed under pillows, under beds, in flower pots, behind doors, in desk drawers, and even in the toilet water tank in the bathroom. There are various types of weapons, including daggers, machetes, electric sticks, aerosols, and even a nail gun.
I am secretly grateful for the power outage. Because the room is pitch black, if a fight were to occur in such an environment, I would definitely be more familiar with the surroundings than anyone else. After all, this is my own home, and I don't have to open my eyes to know where every item is placed. With the advantage of geographical location, one has more confidence in subduing invading enemies.
I held a dagger in my hand and quietly reached for the bathroom door. In the entire room, apart from the aged singing and the sound of water flowing, there was probably only my intense heartbeat.
I listened with my ears turned for a while. Not bad, the singing did indeed come from the bathroom, with a clattering sound inside, as if someone was taking a shower.
Come out! "I kicked up and kicked open the bathroom door, while one side of my body was prepared to respond to the attack.
The singing abruptly stopped. The bathroom is empty, where are there any singers?
But the water from the faucet still flowed, and the clattering sound told me that everything just now was not an illusion.
I quickly ran to the window of the bathroom, poked my head out, and looked up, down, left, and right. Still nothing. I live in a high-rise residential building with over ten floors below, and the walls are smooth and flat. I can be 100% certain that unless the heroic characters depicted in the movie appear, it is impossible for others to escape through the window in such a short time.
The water in the sprinkler head was still flowing, and the splashing water wet my clothes. I stood in the water, my thoughts almost stopped running.
I trembled and extended my right hand, struggling to tighten the water dragon.
At the moment when the water flow stopped, the room suddenly lit up - an electric call!