When Mu Yiran put the pair of red slippers back under the bed as they were, Ke Xun looked at him with his hands on the side: "Are you also worried about Qiu Lu like Shaliu, afraid that I will be surprised? I'm making a fuss, and I plan to hide the haunting scene from last night."
Mu Yiran put the slippers back, looked at Ke Xun with a cold expression, was about to say something, but saw the other person pick up his indifferent style soap box from the table: "Go wash your hands."
"… "
After Mu Yiran left, Ke Xun squatted down and looked at the red slippers under the bed. It was very homely to take a closer look, even a bit cordial.
Ke Xun remembered that when he was a child, his mother had a pair of red slippers, his father's pair was warm brown, and his own was sky blue. Each pair of shoes had a bear pattern on them, and together they were "Three Bears"...
Thinking of this, the weird atmosphere before seemed to have disappeared. Ke Xun got up and went to the writing desk, stroking the deep word "return" engraved on the table with his hand, wondering if the owner of the red slippers was there. Waiting for someone to come back.
In the afternoon, everyone was looking for the seal.
Because there is no clear clue, everyone can only use the stupid method of sweeping the building to find it. Other neighbors' houses must not be entered casually, and the seal is unlikely to be hidden in other people's houses. Carpet search for public toilets.
As night fell, everyone apparently had nothing to gain.
The expressions of several newcomers were particularly disappointed. Only Shouzhu said: "There are a lot of poems written on the wall of the public toilet on the fourth floor, most of which are original."
People didn't bother to pay attention to him, only Qiu Lu said, "Are you talking about the public toilet next to 409 in the west?"
Shouzhu shook the folding fan in his hand: "Yes, that's right."
"The women's toilet there is also full of poems!" Qiu Lu subconsciously looked at Sha Liu, because this toilet is the closest to 410, so both of them are used to going to that toilet.
Sha Liu frowned, and he had seen those vulgar poems himself, but Sha Liu didn't think poetry had anything to do with seals, and felt that these poets were particularly useless.
Shouzhu, however, recited carelessly: "Invisible like spring water, sharp like a blade, vast, crystal clear..."
"The women's toilet also has the same poem!" Qiu Lu interrupted Shouzhu, "Could it be written by the same person?"
It seems that this is the first time Shouzhu seriously thinks about the business, and closes the folding fan in his hand: "No wonder I think the font and style are more feminine."
"Even if it was written by the same person, what does it mean? There is a woman who secretly went to the men's bathroom to write poetry?" Shaliu felt that this behavior was disgusting - but it could satisfy the fantasy of a cultural hooligan like Shouzhu.
"I think this is very strange." Xin Miao's voice was very small.
Shaliu didn't want to waste time on this kind of thing: "What we're looking for is the seal."
At this time, everyone gathered at the door of the restaurant, some were listening carefully, some were thinking, only Zhu Haowen leaned against the wall and bowed his head to play mobile games.
Ke Xun helped Wu Mei, who was carrying a vegetable basket, open the bamboo curtain of the restaurant: "All go in and talk while you eat."
It was a little hot in the small restaurant, and the fifth sister planned to move the folding table to the yard: "Let's eat outside, it's cool!"
"Good idea!" Ke Xun went in and helped Wumei move the table, "I'll come and I'll do it! Don't be idle, everyone, move their own stools and sit out! Haowener, stop playing, move the stools!"
Zhu Haowen raised his eyes, looked at Ke Xun, and went into the restaurant to move stools.
Qiu Lu and Xin Miao were still struggling with the poetry in the toilet, and were very dissatisfied with Sha Liu's contemptuous attitude just now, Xin Miao walked directly to Mu Yiran's side: "Brother Mu, don't you think writing poetry is strange? Can this person go to the men’s and women’s toilets, is this person male or female? And he (she) lives on our fourth floor!”
Mu Yiran: "After the meal, we will go back to check. If it is determined that it is the same person's handwriting, we will go back to our respective rooms to find out whether there is the same handwriting. Maybe there will be some clues."
Sha Liu looked at Mu Yiran, took off his glasses and wiped it with the corner of his clothes.
Wumei turned on the lights in front of the restaurant, and the courtyard was lit up. Not much was said, and many people couldn't eat. - After all, the night is coming again.
"Eat as much as you want, and you will have energy after eating." Elder Li Taiyong advised everyone.
"You're right, old man," Ke Xun took a chopstick and mixed shredded radish with vinegar and chewed it crisply, "You have to save your physical strength to escape!"
When everyone heard this, they all had to make sense, so they buried their heads and started to eat.
Mu Yiran looked at Ke Xun's familiar energy, and couldn't help but look at each other a few more times - this kind of innate thing about Ke Xun, such as this kind of market-like kindness, is in his own life. environment is very rare.
The old man Li Taiyong laughed, and he liked Ke Xun very much in his heart: "Just now you went upstairs to find something, and I played a few games of chess with Lao Zhang."
"Old Zhang? You mean the uncle of the concierge?" Only then did Ke Xun know that the uncle's surname was Zhang.
"Yes, by the way, I inquired about this dormitory." Elder Li Taiyong said slowly.
Sha Liu was a little excited when he heard this: "Have you heard about the murders that happened in this building?"
The old man Li Taiyong smiled and shook his head: "You can't chat like that, you have to pay attention to step by step."
Sha Liu lowered his head and tugged at the flower roll in his hand: "Then, what are you asking about?"
Everyone also chewed their food slowly and listened carefully to the old man Li Taiyong.
"This building is an old house. It was built in the early 1980s. It belongs to the factory's assets. To put it bluntly, it is the factory-run dormitory." Although Li Taiyong is old, he speaks slowly and clearly, "The factory implemented the first two years. Shareholding system, Director Liao took the majority of the shares, and discussed with a few shareholders to sell the land of Chunsun Dormitory.”
"Sold? Don't these neighbors live well now?" Wei Dong couldn't help asking.
"It is said that before selling the dormitory, the factory started to drive people away. Those who had houses or were very honest moved out, and most of them were stubborn and did not move. At first, it was publicly leased for a year or two, and then a Hong Kong developer was negotiated, and the land was sold directly after signing a contract.”
Qin Ci couldn't help but say: "If these residents are still from the factory, then the factory should solve the accommodation problem for everyone."
"The factory has also come up with a solution, let's buy a new house built in the factory, and buy it for yourself, but the location is good and the price is expensive, and the whole set is less than 100,000 yuan. The factory has been in recession for many years, and many people can't afford it. money."
Indeed, in that era, there was no concept of down payment and installment payment. If you want to buy a house, you need to pay in full.
"Later, the factory manager cooperated with the developer and started bombarding people. It would be illegal to directly enter the house and drive people, so this group of people thought of a bad trick and built a high circle of cement walls outside the Tongzi Building. The four-story building is so high, there is a big iron gate outside the concrete wall, and all the people on the first floor are blocked inside, so we can only come out regularly."
Everyone frowned when they heard it, these people are really bad enough.
Ke Xun suddenly understood who wrote the "ghostly" scarlet letters on the outer wall. It must be those manufacturers and developers.
"In this way, Chunsun Apartment has become what it is today." After the old man Li Taiyong said this, he took a mouthful of rice porridge with the bowl in front of him.
"I think this incident is the background of Chunsun Apartment, and maybe it has something to do with the theme of the whole painting." Qin Ci said.
In the barber shop adjacent to the restaurant, the beautiful boss in a red dress walked out again. At this time, he walked over to the dining table with a slight smile, and put a box of Marlboro in front of Thin Bamboo: "The cigarettes you want."
Shouzhu has always been powerless against beauties. At this time, his whole face burst into a smile: "It's hard work, hard work! Has Xiao Sang eaten? I'll order two more dishes, let's have a drink together?"
Zhitiao touched her companion with her elbow, thinking that now is not the time to pick up girls.
Everyone was a little disgusted when they heard Shouzhu inviting outsiders to join in.
Xiao Sang was very discerning. He hooked his fingers and said to Shouzhu, "Go to my place. The house next door has just moved out. It's been empty for a long time. We're going to have a party there!"
Qiu Lu's face was very ugly, her chin was slightly raised, and she wiped her mouth with the handkerchief she was carrying.
"Okay, okay!" Shouzhu couldn't stand the temptation, and hurriedly followed Xiao Sang.
Zhitiao shouted worriedly: "Be sure to go back to the house before ten o'clock! Don't wait until the lights go out!"
Shouzhu waved his hand and waved the folding fan in his hand just to chat and laugh with Xiao Sang...
After everyone finished eating, they went to the toilet on the west side of the fourth floor to check. Most of the people walked into this toilet for the first time, so their expressions were very subtle.
Wei Dong opened his mouth and looked stupid: "These hooligans... poetry, are too explicit!"
Ke Xun directly concluded: "This is written by a woman."
"Keer will also study women's poetry?"
"Look at it." Ke Xun pointed to one of the sentences - it was written in red chalk: My hole is waiting to drown you...
After comparing the handwriting in the men's and women's toilets, it was determined that the handwriting was of the same person, but it was different from the handwriting found in their respective rooms.
Qiu Lu was a little panicked: "I think it may be related to our house. Although no handwriting was found in the house, but... the explicit passages in those romance novels were all highlighted with a red pen."
Everyone: "… "
Sha Liu also felt that something was strange: "Let's pay more attention tonight, sleep next to the door, and run to the corridor to call for help if there is any movement."
"Okay." Qiu Lu nodded nervously.
It was already past ten o'clock, and Zhitiao went to the disco downstairs to pull out the thin bamboo, and everyone went back to the room to prepare for a rest.
The lights were quickly turned off, and the whole building went dark, except for the dim light in the public toilets in the four corners.
"You said, is she still looking for shoes tonight?" Ke Xun lay on the bed, staring at the dark ceiling.
The shoes have already come back, so there is definitely no need to look for them. The question is, what will this person do when he puts on slippers
"Go to bed early, see the tricks." Mu Yiran was already a little sleepy, and he didn't sleep for most of the night last night.
Ke Xun suddenly turned over, one arm was about to come over, Mu Yiran squeezed Ke Xun's wrist with one hand, and just held the opponent's arm in the air.
"Ouch, I'm pinching the tendons!" Ke Xun struggled for a long time, "I'll go get a fan from you! The big fan is by your pillow!"
Mu Yiran loosened his fingers, turned over, and threw the fan to Ke Xun with his backhand.
Ke Xun took it over deftly, and fanned it loudly. The cool breeze blew past the two of them, and Mu Yiran also felt very comfortable.
Unexpectedly, the other party's voice was sent along with the cool breeze, and the words were eloquent: "Midsummer night, the cool breeze is refreshing~"
Mu Yiran fell asleep immediately.
Ke Xun fanned the fan for a while, and after thinking about the day's affairs for a while, he also felt a little sleepy. He just closed his eyelids when he heard slow footsteps coming from the corridor outside.
This is the sound of high-heeled shoes. The steps are very slow, and even form a rhythm - take a few steps, pause for a while, and then continue.
The girls in the team are not wearing high heels, so who is this woman in the corridor? Is it a neighbor
Mu Yiran was also awake, and his voice was very soft: "On the fourth floor."
Both of them tried to hold their breaths until the sound of the high heels got further and further away.
"Go and have a look?" Ke Xun pointed to the small window attached to the corridor.
Mu Yi nodded, and the two men got out of bed gently, occupying both sides of the small window, looking out from the gap in the curtain.
There was indeed a person walking in the corridor on the fourth floor. It was a woman in a red dress. Judging from her hairstyle, it was clearly Xiao Sang from the barber shop.
Xiao Sang paced leisurely, and every time he passed a door, he would pause for a while before walking forward.
A red dress is very dazzling in the dark night.
Finally she stopped in front of a door and knocked on it.