"Auntie, when will you come back?"
"I don't have a job anymore, and there's water in my house. The new sheets I just changed yesterday are all wet today, and there's a puddle when I press the mattress... Well, yes, it's fine, it's still on the windowsill, but now it's hairy Longer than me..."
"Why are you laughing?"
Human joys and sorrows are sometimes not the same.
Yan Yueming didn't want to cry at first, but when his aunt smiled, he couldn't help it. He was as sad as a frog. He was also very lonely. After cleaning up the house for a long time, he was so exhausted that he could only sit in the living room alone, watching boring TV series and eating instant noodles, with his long-haired Changcao doll next to him.
This TV series is called "Break the Rules and Hug You". It's really boring, but the advantage is that the male protagonist is very handsome, which can soothe Yan Yueming's injured soul a little.
That night Yan Yueming slept in the guest room.
He was very tired after a busy day and fell asleep around nine o'clock in the evening. Half asleep and half awake, he seemed to hear something moving outside, and he woke up in a daze. The sound of rain filled his ears, as if he was hypnotized, and he didn't know anything anymore.
The next day, the broken alarm clock stopped ringing, but the biological clock still woke Yan Yueming up early. He sat up and subconsciously reached for his mobile phone by the bedside, thinking about going to work. Until his fingertips touched the cold mobile phone casing, he remembered-
I am now a jobless vagrant.
I turned on my phone and saw that it was only six in the morning.
Yan Yueming lay back down, turned over, wrapped himself in the quilt again, and huddled up.
The bed in the guest room was small, the mattress was not soft enough, and the bedding was not the one Yan Yueming usually used, so he actually didn't sleep very well last night, but he still didn't think about it.
On a spring morning, lying on the bed at home listening to the patter of rain, without having to take the subway in the morning rush hour, listening to the boss draw cakes, or doing endless PPTs, this feeling is so refreshing.
Yan Yueming did not expect that he had already started to deteriorate after being unemployed for just one day.
In such a daze, Yan Yueming lay down until six-thirty. When his mind finally cleared up, he thought about today's weather.
This rain...why hasn't it stopped yet?
Take a look at the gas phase forecast.
The working hours of the Qi Xiang Bureau can be called the underworld, because 23-24 o'clock in the evening is the "fluctuation time". The Qi Xiang Bureau relies on this precious hour to predict the rules of the next day through special means.
After midnight, the rules change, and the Gas Phase Bureau promptly releases the relevant rules, which is the "Gas Phase Forecast".
On the one hand, this is done to take into account that some people need to work late shifts and go out early in the morning, and they cannot wait until dawn; on the other hand, it is to prevent some special rules from appearing, causing people who are sleeping to be unprepared and directly violate the rules. .
If this happens, the Qi Bureau will force a city-wide notification. Of course, this situation is rare.
Today's gas phase forecast is still long and cumbersome.
"The following will tell you about today's gas phase."
"Article 1: Shangfangcheng Fantasy Park is closed today. Please inform all citizens. If you encounter any passengers who claim to be going to Fantasy Park, please refuse to board."
"Article 2: It is still raining in parts of Dongcheng District today. Please make sure there are no containers placed on your windowsill. When it rains, do not order any takeout containing fish."
"..."
"Sure enough, it's going to rain again..." Yan Yueming muttered and finally got up. He was a little worried that in such weather, his bed would become moldy because it was not dried out.
When he walked into the bedroom, the situation was worse than he expected. He can wash wet sheets, curtains, and clothes and dry them in a dryer, but not mattresses. After one night, it was still very humid, and Yan Yueming also smelled a not-so-pleasant smell.
After much thought, Yan Yueming decided to go out and visit Building 8.
On the first floor of Building 8 lived a punk old lady with an eccentric temper who liked to weld. The residents of Puxiazi Lane usually do not approve of the things she tinkers with and think they are just a pile of rubbish. However, Yan Yueming thinks some of them are quite good, such as the "dehumidification iron" that he wants to borrow now. Yan Yueming once used it to bake sweet potatoes.
The old lady is 66 years old and lives alone. The old man had little sleep and got up early. Yan Yueming guessed that she had woken up by now, so he made breakfast and brought it to her in a thermos bucket.
The rain wasn't heavy and the alley wasn't deep. Building 1, where Yan Yueming lives, and building 8, where the old lady lives, start from the beginning and end from the end. It only takes a few minutes to walk.
But not long after walking, Yan Yueming, wearing a transparent raincoat, stopped. The sky was still a little dark at the moment, but because it was not far away, he could still see Building 8 through the rain curtain - the door next to it.
Building 8 is at the southern end of the alley.
There is no south gate in Pu Xiazi.
Yan Yueming didn't believe in evil, so he took a few steps closer and took a look. Sure enough, there was a big iron door there!
That's what happens in this weird world. The third major characteristic of rules is that there are gaps in them. In the corners of the city, things occasionally appear that should not exist or have been changed from their original shape. For example, a road that does not exist, a door that does not exist, or some objects, some are big and some are small. "Gas Phase Forecast" is not omnipotent. If you want to survive better, people still need to rely on themselves.
The best way to face them is to run.
Xiao Ming's grandfather told Xiao Ming's father, and Xiao Ming's father told Xiao Ming: Thirty-six strategies are the best.
After learning yesterday's lesson, Yan Yueming immediately wanted to turn around and go back.
But as a man, he can't be so timid. Besides, he was only going to Building 8. As long as he didn't enter that door, he couldn't be scared back like that, right?
Yan Yueming did some mental preparation, then took a deep breath and continued walking forward with the thermos bucket. It was nearly seven o'clock, and he was the only one who was empty in the alley. There were quite a few people in the nearby residential buildings who had already turned on their lights, but the people who were doing the morning stalls had already gone out, and those who were working had not yet left.
It was raining, and the uneasy atmosphere was still fermenting.
He walked very carefully step by step, lowering his head slightly and avoiding the iron door.
The door is ajar.
Yan Yueming was extremely convinced. Did someone go out? But who would make such a mistake? Unless that person is so confused that he cannot tell the difference between north and south. An outsider? Or is that door always open?
Stop it and stop thinking about it.
Yan Yueming couldn't help but quicken his pace. It was just a door. It didn't cause any trouble, and no one bothered to call the community.
The community will only reassure you: I suggest you not to go in, dear.
Thinking of this, Yan Yueming couldn't help but start running. His rain boots made a "pop, pop" sound when he stepped on the water-logged stone road. It took a few minutes to arrive, but just when Yan Yueming was about to arrive at the door of Building 8, he heard another footsteps besides his own.
The footsteps were steady and unpleasant, not the sound of rain boots, and they came from the front.
It’s all over, what’s ahead? There's that door that shouldn't be there!
Yan Yueming's scalp went numb for a moment. He knew he shouldn't look up, but he felt eyes falling on him, making him feel like a light on his back.
Calm. Xiao Ming, you have to calm down. In this case, your best response is to pretend you haven't noticed anything, ignore it, don't make eye contact with it, and then go where you should go.
But the alley is not very wide, and the footsteps are getting closer and closer.
Suddenly, a pair of black boots appeared in Yan Yueming's lowered gaze. The bottoms of the boots were stained with mud, leaving footprints as they walked, which were quickly washed away by the rain.
soil? Where did the soil come from? In a tense state, it was really difficult for Yan Yueming to control himself from thinking about anything, but in this flash of light, the light in the old lady's kitchen came on.
The lights suddenly turned on, illuminating the road at Yan Yueming's feet.
The water on the ground reflected the face of the owner of the boots. Yan Yueming was stunned for a moment and subconsciously looked up - the two happened to pass each other.
The man also glanced at him slightly. He was over 1.8 meters tall, half a head taller than Yan Yueming. Her hair is naturally curly and slightly long, tied with a black rubber band, looking lazy and natural.
As for that face, a black mask covered most of it, leaving only a pair of beautiful but slightly cold eyes.
After a quick glance, Yan Yueming felt his heart skip a beat and quickly lowered his head in panic. He didn't dare to look again, but he didn't dare to look again. How could he subconsciously look up just because he saw a handsome reflection?
He couldn't help but feel annoyed, but the man didn't stop at all, as if Yan Yueming was just a ball of air in his eyes, he walked over leisurely.
As the two of them crossed paths, the uneasy feeling quickly dissipated.
Who is this person?
Yan Yueming had never seen this man in the alley before. Where did he come from? Thinking of this, Yan Yueming couldn't help but look at the door again. There are still footprints in the soil at the door, and it seems that the man did come out of this door.
Where does that door lead to?
No.
Yan Yueming suddenly woke up and found that he had taken a few more steps towards the door by accident. He quickly backed away, and in surprise, he quickly turned back and knocked on the old lady's door, "Grandma Li? Grandma Li? It's me."
The old lady opened the door quickly. Seeing him like this, she asked suspiciously: "It's so early in the morning. Did you encounter a ghost?"
Under the warm yellow light, she tied up her gray hair with a floral silk scarf, hung two gold leaf earrings on her ears, wore transparent goggles, and held a welding gun in her hand. She was already very punk in the early morning. .
Yan Yueming finally came to his senses, took off his raincoat and walked in, covered in cold sweat.
After much deliberation, he decided not to hide it. While helping her put breakfast on the table, he carefully considered the words to describe what he had just encountered. After all, the old lady's house is closest to that door, so she needs to be reminded.
The old lady didn't take it seriously, "Old lady, I've lived so long, what haven't I seen?"
She elegantly finished the breakfast that Yan Yueming brought her, took out a tissue to wipe her mouth, glanced at Yan Yueming's bulky black-rimmed glasses, and said, "But Xiao Ming, you better be more careful. Beautiful men are as dangerous as beautiful women, so don’t let others take away their souls.”
Hearing this, Xiao Ming felt a little guilty.
At the same time, at the north gate of Puxiazi Lane, which was the real exit next to Yan Yueming's house, a man stood on the roadside and answered a phone call.
"Run away?" His voice seemed light and airy in the drizzle of the spring morning, but there was a hint of anger hidden in the smile that condensed into threads, as if it could kill people invisible.
"It's not as fast as him to be reincarnated," he said.
