502, I went upstairs again, and sure enough, I found room 502 on the fifth floor.
It's just that the number plate of 502 has been removed. What should have been the position of the number plate was used to repeatedly draw several marks.
414.
It seems that Ding Xiaojie likes the house number 414 very much.
Out of curiosity, I knocked on the door of room 502 or 414.
The door opened quickly without any inquiries.
I also saw Ding Xiaojie for the first time.
His face was pale and bloodless, his clothes were sloppy, his hair seemed to be cut by himself, and it looked like a dog ate it.
Just as I was about to ask, Ding Xiaojie turned around and entered the room.
I was slightly surprised, but followed in.
The room was very dark, and the curtains were tightly drawn. Although it was sunny outside, there was a hint of coldness in the room.
Ding Xiaojie has already returned to the dilapidated sofa and is eating.
It's just that I don't know how long the rice has been left out, and there is a strange smell, but Ding Xiaojie eats it very sweetly.
I was about to go to the sofa when Ding Xiaojie finally said, "Close the door."
I was slightly taken aback, turned around and closed the door.
After closing the door, the room became even darker.
I walked over and looked at the sofa that was full of sundries and emitting a peculiar smell. The corners of my mouth twitched and I still didn't have the courage to sit down.
"Are you Ding Xiaojie?" I asked directly.
Ding Xiaojie was still eating, but he just gave a faint "um", the voice was in the sound of chewing, if I wasn't very serious, I would almost have missed it.
I organized my words and was about to speak.
But Ding Xiaojie stood up, put the unfinished food on the side table, then picked up a moldy apple, searched over and over for a long time, and finally bit into the only intact place.
I felt nauseated for a while, so I coughed twice and looked away.
After seeing it, I was stunned.
The living room is not too big. In addition to the normal furniture, there is a cabinet in the middle of the living room, but the cabinet is wrapped tightly with black cloth. In the dim room, I didn't notice it for a while.
This is the first time I saw someone put the cabinet in the middle of the house, but looking at the tightly wrapped appearance, it should be ready to move away.
I had nothing to say and asked, "Is this going to be moved?"
Ding Xiaojie has finished eating the whole apple. Put the moldy side back on the table.
Seeing my question, Ding Xiaojie glanced at the cabinet and said, "It can't be moved."
I'm confused, I can't move it away, what does this mean.
I looked at Ding Xiaojie in surprise.
Ding Xiaojie didn't get entangled in this topic anymore, but wiped his nose, and finally asked a normal question.
"Who are you?"
Seeing that Ding Xiaojie was finally back to normal, I took out the newspaper from my pocket, handed it to Ding Xiaojie and said, "You wrote this story, right?"
Ding Xiaojie did not take the newspaper, but glanced at it slightly, and then looked at me intently.
I looked myself up and down, and there was nothing wrong with it.
Ding Xiaojie sighed and said, "You came here for this story?"
"Hmm. I think your story is well written."
I could tell that Ding Xiaojie was just an ordinary person, so he didn't say much.
Ding Xiaojie smiled and asked, "How did Xiaojie die?"
"Ah?" I was taken aback for a moment before realizing that what he was talking about should be Xiaojie who looked in the mirror in the story.
But I really haven't considered this question, so I thought about it for a while and said, "Could Xiao Ming kill it?"
"Oh, why?" Ding Xiaojie was noncommittal.
"Because Xiao Ming is obviously lying. Since he doesn't have a mirror at home, how can he see that the person in the mirror is not himself?"
After a pause, I continued: "Besides, what Xiaojie said before he died was obviously a reminder to his father."
Ding Xiaojie nodded: "But why did Xiao Ming kill Xiao Jie?"
I opened my mouth and didn't answer. This little story is very short and doesn't give too many clues. As for this, I really don't know how to answer.
Ding Xiaojie kept looking at me, as if he was looking forward to my answer.
I thought for a while, then spread my hands and said, "I really can't think of it."
Ding Xiaojie pursed his lips, nodded and said, "Because of the mirror."
"Mirror?" I was a little puzzled.
Ding Xiaojie seemed to have fallen into his own creation, touching the cabinet wrapped in black cloth: "Yes, the mirror, because Xiao Ming saw that the person in the mirror was not himself."
I was at a loss, this guy couldn't be crazy.
"Because the person Xiao Ming saw in the mirror was not himself, so he killed Xiao Jie?"
"Yes." Ding Xiaojie nodded decisively.
I felt that my thinking was completely messed up, and subconsciously asked, "Why?"
Ding Xiaojie looked at me and said, "Because what he saw in the mirror was Xiaojie."
I tried to sort it out, and said: "Xiaoming looked in the mirror and found that the person in the mirror was not him but Xiaojie, so he killed Xiaojie, but when Xiaojie was dying, why did he say that Xiaoming's house didn't have a mirror? "
"Because, the mirror is here with me."
"Ah." I looked at Ding Xiaojie in surprise, and felt the hairs on my body stand on end.
After a while, I tentatively asked: "You have the mirror? Are you the murdered Xiaojie?"
I'm pretty sure that the person standing in front of me was a human being, but I didn't understand at all what he was talking about.
Ding Xiaojie shook his head, and untied the black cloth on the cabinet bit by bit.
I just discovered that under the black cloth was a maroon dressing table with a big mirror on it.
When Ding Xiaojie walked in front of the mirror, I was shocked to find that what was reflected in the mirror was not Ding Xiaojie, but a strange man.
Ding Xiaojie was doing different movements, and so was the man in the mirror. Except for his looks and clothes, everything else was exactly the same.
I stepped back cautiously, looked at Ding Xiaojie and said, "What are you?"
Ding Xiaojie turned his head and glanced at me: "Come and look in the mirror too."
I didn't move, this weird scene made me very alert, I asked again in a deep voice: "What the hell are you?"
Ding Xiaojie stroked the mirror: "I am me, I am Ding Xiaojie."
"Who is that in the mirror?"
"Xiao Ming."
I seemed to think of something, and asked, "So in the story, the one who died was not Xiaojie, but Xiaoming."
Ding Xiaojie shook his head: "No, no, Xiaojie died in the story."
I couldn't turn the corner, and said angrily, "What are you talking about?"
Ding Xiaojie said, "I'm telling you a story."
"Hmph." I sneered a few times: "Then tell me, why is Xiao Ming in the mirror?"
Ding Xiaojie turned his head silently and looked at me: "Xiao Ming is already in the mirror."