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As soon as the boss or the landlady appears, the abnormality in the room disappears.

The cement monsters that emerged from the water stains seemed to be afraid of them.

The boss put on his raincoat hat and went up to the roof again.

I also reached the first floor.

The lightbulb that fell down from the edge of the building was as dim as if there were no light at all.

Everywhere was drowsy.

Rain pattered outside the gate.

The combination of moisture and bad breath makes it even more unpleasant.

The proprietress was sitting behind the counter, wearing a big red flower blanket, taking a nap.

I walked to the counter and knocked on the table, and she opened her eyes.

"What's the matter?"

"My room is leaking and I can't live in it anymore. The boss said there are still rooms available on the first floor."

"What? Didn't you go upstairs to repair it? Why is it still leaking? It's really worrying." She rubbed her eyes and stood up.

The yellow eye droppings stuck to the rough skin, which was a bit disgusting.

"Is there any room available on the first floor? Oh, Fangfang's room can be accommodated for you."

The proprietress stood up holding the blanket, walked out of the counter, and led me through the corridor to a small room next to the kitchen.

"This is it."

The old wooden door creaked open, and the landlady turned on the light.

Under the dim light was a narrow room with no windows.

It's so small that it can only accommodate a bed and a cabinet.

Except for the entrance corridor, there is no extra foot space.

The wall on one side is cement and on the other side is wood board.

It's obviously a separate room.

"The room is small, but it's clean. You won't be wronged by living here." The landlady looked like I was taking advantage of her, and left after saying that.

I entered the house.

Although it is small, it is kept very clean.

Even the bad breath smell is reduced.

Don't come to the door.

I could only sit on a small bed one meter wide.

The bed is very hard.

There is only a layer of cotton batting with dry straw underneath.

The bedding is very old, but clean and neatly laid.

The flip-top old-fashioned cabinet is next to the bedside, serving as both a wardrobe and a bedside table.

A piece of floral cloth hangs on the wall beside the bed, and a few flowers made of scrap fabric are placed in a small bamboo basket on the cabinet.

The little thoughts of my daughter’s family gave this simple room a touch of warmth.

The walls and floors here are very dry, giving people an inexplicable sense of security.

I don’t know what Fangfang’s situation is now.

Judging from all traces of life, she is a normal little girl who grew up in a poor family.

But in a place like this, normality is another kind of abnormality.

I'm afraid it's Mr. Xuan who should be more worried.

I don't know if I'm dead or alive.

It sounds a little strange.

Why is it that only my room is leaking and there seems to be no movement in other rooms?

Is it a location issue?

Or is there some other reason?

I couldn't straighten my legs in such a small room, and my legs became sore after sitting for a while. I leaned on the bed and stretched my legs.

My elbow pressed down on the pillow and I was stung.

This kind of homemade pillow is made by sewing fabric into a shape and then filling it with chaff.

Although it's not softer than cotton latex, it's not that hard either.

There seemed to be something under the pillow.

I lifted the pillow.

Below is a pair of iron scissors.

The kind used to cut fabric and thread when doing needlework.

I saw Fangfang use it when she was making insoles behind the counter.

The blade was very sharp and looked like it had been sharpened regularly.

I looked at the thin wooden door so close to me.

When sleeping, she puts a pair of scissors under her pillow. What is Fangfang trying to guard against?

I thought for a moment and put the scissors into my pocket.

Then remove the basket on the cabinet and open the cabinet.

Inside were a few neatly stacked clothes and a sewing basket.

In the basket are unfinished insoles.

This is the first time I have seen black insoles.

A needle threaded with red thread, pinned to the side.

The red pattern on it has only been embroidered a little.

I took out the insoles.

It seems that what is embroidered is not flowers, but words.

One horizontally, one horizontally.

die?

I frowned and threw the insoles back into the basket.

The size of the insole is clearly manly.

Who is she going to give it to?

Her father or her brother?

While he was thinking, the quiet room suddenly heard two thumps.

It seemed like someone knocked twice on the door.

I looked at the thin wooden door.

There were several cracks in the door panel. The outside of the cracks was dark and nothing could be seen.

I gently closed the cabinet and put the flower basket back to its place.

Wait quietly for a few seconds.

Boom boom.

The slight, dull knocking sound sounded again.

This time I heard clearly, it was not a knock on the door, but a knock on the wall.

This wooden wall is covered with floral fabric at the head of the bed.

The movements were light and sneaky.

I opened my mouth, but didn't ask who the other person was.

Instead, he also picked up his hand and tapped the wall twice.

Boom boom.

Soon, the other party responded.

Boom boom.

The voice was louder than before, as if he was very excited.

I reached out and uncovered the flower cloth.

There was a small hole the size of a finger on the thin wooden wall.

A faint light came through the small hole.

At the other end of the hole is a wide-open eye.

That pregnant woman.

The daughter-in-law of the boss's family.

The boss and his eldest son are on the roof, the wife of the boss is in the lobby, and Fangfang is on the second floor.

It was just her.

The pregnant woman's eyes looked at me through the small hole with some excitement and some fear.

I looked at her without saying anything, waiting for her to speak.

The hole is not new.

Apparently the two of them often talked like this when no one was around.

"Um, how is Fangmei?" The pregnant woman blinked nervously, and her clumsy voice came over.

"She's on the second floor." I could only answer.

"It's over." The pregnant woman lowered her head.

"Who's finished?"

The pregnant woman just shook her head, dejected.

She seems to have some brain problems and is not very good at communicating.

After a while, she raised her head again and looked at me through the hole.

His eyes were a little pitiful.

"Help."

"Why?"

"Please, I don't want to die."

"Who wants to kill you?"

"Them." The pregnant woman's eyes showed deep fear, and she glanced uneasily in the direction of the door.

She also has problems with language expression and can only speak very short sentences.

"who are they?"

The pregnant woman paused and then said: "Dad, mom, and him."

"How could they kill you when you still have their flesh and blood in your belly?" I asked doubtfully.

"The baby has been born, and I am useless." The pregnant woman's eyes were red, she lowered her head, spread her thin and greasy hair with her hands, and pressed the exposed scalp against the small hole.

Although I can only see a little bit.

But the traces of scars intertwined together are enough to shock people.

Frequent blows to the head.

That's how bad her mind is.

"Were you abducted?" I asked again.

The pregnant woman thought for a while: "Forget it, I don't remember."

"Then how do you want me to help you?" I asked tentatively.

"Let's go!" The pregnant woman put her eyes on the small hole and looked at me hard, her voice coming out from between her teeth.

"Get out! Get away!"

"It's raining too much. How about we talk tomorrow? I'll call the police for you after I go out?"

The pregnant woman said anxiously: "It will be easier to walk if it rains heavily!"