Ten o'clock in the evening, so it's still early. Reading at zero

Zong Ying put down the letter, walked back to the sofa and picked up the cigarette Xue Xuanqing gave her again, took out the lighter from the glove box, and lit it in the morning light of the room.

A crisp bell rang from the bicycle garage downstairs, followed by the sound of the door opening, the voice of the security guard speaking, and the sound of the bus slamming on the road.

Zong Ying sat on the sofa in silence and smoked.

In the smoke, she suddenly raised her sleeves and sniffed, then lowered her head and sniffed her neckline.

Uniform shirts made of polyester fabric are not breathable, so there is a little unavoidable smell of sweat, a little bloody smell brought by the scene, and then there is the very common smell of medicine.

She didn't think it smelled so bad.

After smoking, Zong Ying lowered his head and removed the police rank on his clothes, went into the bathroom to take a shower, and put all his clothes into the washing machine.

Turn on the shower switch, and the sound of rain-like water instantly covers up the sound of the drum running.

The water was steaming, and the girl next door got up early to practice the piano and played Donna Donna over and over again. When she stopped playing, Zong Ying turned off the shower, the world was silent for a moment, and the drum began to dehydrate at high speed.

She took a towel to dry her body, put on a clean T-shirt and home pants, went back to the kitchen to get the medicine box, took care of the wound on her hand, and went into the bedroom to plug in the phone, and a LOGO lit up on the dark screen.

It's starting to charge, Zong Ying thought. So she lay down and closed her eyes to make up for sleep.

Finally, the stretched spine and muscles raced against time to rest, and the clock in the living room worked tirelessly to push the time forward, tick tock, tick tock, pushing the sun below the horizon.

Zong Ying woke up on the ringing of his mobile phone, a local unfamiliar number, Zong Ying didn't answer, let it ring and hang up automatically.

She was lying on the bed, it was already dark, the curtains were not drawn, the city night was cut into several pieces by the narrow sixteen-pane windows, dim light poured into the room, and the light and dark were intertwined.

Zong Ying turned over and picked up the phone again. The upper right corner showed that the battery was 100% and full.

The battery of a mobile phone can return from 0 to 100, so what about people?

Zong Ying hadn't eaten for nearly an entire day, and she was unavoidably hungry, so she picked up the phone and ordered takeout. When the meal was delivered, she checked the strange number just now——

Judging from the search results, this should be a troublesome media practitioner, and Zong Ying threw him into the blacklist.

Food came quickly, which is a convenience that belongs to the city.

A steaming set meal was too much. Zong Ying couldn't eat half of it, so he threw it into the trash can together with the box.

It's eight o'clock in the evening, and there are two hours left.

She got up to dry her clothes, brushed her teeth, and turned on the TV to watch aimlessly.

Documentary, Lapland in May, the aerial footage swept over, and herds of reindeer were running wild. The commentary said: "After an eight-month snow-white winter, Lapland has finally ushered in spring."

With such a long winter, it is a clean and cool place. Zong Ying likes winter.

Twenty minutes before ten o'clock in the evening, Zong Ying turned off the TV, put the evidence bags on the coffee table one by one, and put a chair opposite.

She only left one corridor lamp at the entrance, and all others were turned off.

The room darkened again, she lit a cigarette and sat at the stairwell waiting.

The indoor clock rang ten times, and the smoke in Zong Ying's hand was exhausted.

She heard the soft sound of the door opening, but the source of the sound was upstairs, followed by footsteps going downstairs, steady and calm, with little movement.

Her drooping eyelids suddenly lifted at this moment, and at the moment when the opponent reached out and put his hand on her shoulder, he grabbed his right arm, destroyed the opponent's center of gravity, and taught him to fall down the stairs.

Before he could react, Zong Ying had tied his hands backwards with a disposable restraint belt.

"Ms. Zong, we can sit down and talk." The person who came was difficult, begging her to loosen the restraint belt.

"You can talk now." Zong Ying didn't intend to stop the lesson, suppressed the other party, closed his eyes and said, "Name, age, place of origin, address."

"Fairy Wood"

"Sheng Qingrang, thirty-two years old, Shanghai nationality, address——" He paused for a while, his speech was difficult but kind: "This is it."

"Here?", "It's here."

It's unreasonable, but Zong Ying's hand suddenly loosened before he could say this sentence.

The pain was like a bomb attack, and the whole head seemed to be torn apart.

The more rapid the breathing, the bulging forehead and temporal veins, Zong Ying almost lost control, but Sheng Qing finally got the opportunity to get up and break the restraint belt forcefully.

However, in the next moment, he leaned over and asked, "Miss Zong, please tell me what you need."

Zong Ying was in so much pain that he could barely see, his fingers pressed tightly against his scalp, the roots of his teeth were about to be crushed, and his muscles were so tense that he couldn't open his mouth at all, so he asked again, "Is it a painkiller?"

Without getting a response, he quickly took two steps back and pulled the blanket on the sofa, put it on Zong Ying's shoulder, and carried her back to the sofa.

He remembered that there was a medicine box in the kitchen, so he quickly went to the kitchen to get it, then quickly pulled out the painkiller and handed it over with the water glass on the coffee table.

Zong Ying didn't even want water, grabbed the tablet from his hand and swallowed it.

In July, when her trembling fingers touched his palm, he felt cold.

So he took another coat from the recliner and put it over her, and stopped bothering her after that.

Heaven has changed.

The night wind slammed against the window, making a clanging sound.

Sheng Qingrang stepped forward, and just after closing the window, a bolt of lightning came in.

After a rumble of thunder, only the sound of walking bells and Zong Ying's heavy breathing could be heard in the room, and then the raindrops rushed towards the glass windows, and the night scene suddenly blurred.

Sheng Qing let the curtains close and turned on an overhead light.

In a long row of bookshelves by the window, medicine-related books, as well as various certificates and trophies are displayed. The owner appears to be the same person - Zong Ying.

Next to the bookshelf is a huge old photo frame, which is densely covered with photos.

Except for a few pictures in childhood, Zong Ying has always pursed his lips into a straight line, without the slightest smile.

There was a large whiteboard against the wall, covered with newspaper clippings, pathological anatomy pictures and reports, and a skeleton model stood in the corner, showing a bit of gloom in the jaggedness.

The first time he saw this, he assumed that the owner of the house was a thin, ruthless, stubborn man.

He suddenly approached the bookcase, and across the glass, he found a tiny badge in the corner, CESA printed in the center, and a row of English below it, which had the words "Extreme Sports Association"——

Extreme Sports Association, is a new discovery.

He went back to the kitchen, turned on the faucet and took a pot, intending to boil some hot water.

Connected to the power supply, the water in the pot quickly gurgles, which is a lively sound.

He suddenly smelled something rancid, and when he lowered his head, he found an open takeaway box in the trash can beside his feet. The food had begun to spoil. So cleaned out the trash cans, washed the cups, everything was tidy up, and the showers outside stopped.

It was 5:40 in the morning when Zong Ying woke up from the sofa again.

She dreamed that she was sitting on a sleigh in the white snow of Lapland, and the reindeer ran so fast that she lost the sled, and she stayed in the snow where it was difficult to tell the direction, as if she had frozen to death.

It's a good way to die.

Zong Ying sat up and saw Sheng Qingrang sitting across from the coffee table reading a book, with a dim yellow decorative lamp shining above his head.

Her eyes moved to the coffee table. In addition to the "physical evidence" she displayed, there was a briefcase, a leather case, and a thermos cup.

She leaned forward, took the water glass, and unscrewed the lid. A faint heat came up, but the water was still warm.

Sheng Qing asked to put down the book in her hand and waited for her to finish drinking before saying, "If your body allows, then we can talk calmly now."

The light reflected on his face very softly, Zong Ying restrained his anger, folded the blankets on his knees and motioned him to speak.

Sheng Qingjang opened the briefcase, took out a folded document, and unfolded it in front of Zong Ying.

On the far right is written in traditional Chinese characters four big characters "Rental Rental Contract", and a few rows of small characters to the left are the text of the contract. On July 12, twenty-one years of the Republic of China.

The twenty-first year of the Republic of China, 1932.

Since the apartment was completed in 1931, there has been in and out of the apartment, and residents have been constantly in and out. This expired contract has no other meaning than a little documentary and collectible value.

Zong Ying carefully reviewed it and told the truth: "It is 2015 AD, and the laws of the Republic of China no longer apply to today's China. Mr. Sheng, this contract is invalid."

"Maybe it is invalid for Miss Zong. But for me, it is still valid." Sheng Qingrang said and pulled out another document, "This is a meeting record of the Public Concession Works Bureau yesterday."

He turned the document over to show Zong Ying, and moved his finger to the date—

On July 23, the twenty-sixth year of the Republic of China.

He raised his head and looked at Zong Ying.

Zong Ying narrowed her eyelids: "Can I understand it this way—" She slowed down to verify: "You came from July 23rd in the twenty-sixth year of the Republic of China?"

"It's true that I experienced yesterday," he quickly confirmed.

Zong Ying's body leaned forward a little, but now he pulled back a little.

Sheng Qing made a look at his watch to confirm that he still had time, and then continued: "Before ten o'clock, I was still working in my apartment, but after ten o'clock, everything around will be different." He looked around: "Change become like this."

Zong Ying was silent.

"I also find it unbelievable, but this matter seems to be unsolved."

"When did it start?"

"July twelfth."

On that day, Zong Ying stayed in the dormitory for more than ten days because of two major cases in succession, and he did not return home during this time.

"In this way, you come here every night at ten o'clock, so—" Zong Ying quickly sorted out his thoughts, "Why did you appear in the taxi in the early morning of July 23rd?"

Facing her "interrogation", he replied in an orderly manner: "Usually I would be in the apartment at night, and occasionally elsewhere. But no matter where I was, I would always come to Miss Zong's era on time. So that night, I was doing errands on the outskirts of the city and came here again at ten o'clock. The location seemed far from the apartment at that time, the walk was too slow, and I needed transportation. It was not easy to get a car, and after a long journey, I almost took out all the cash , and finally hit a car."

Then it was the taxi she took yesterday.

Zong Ying asked, "How much did you pay?"

"Two hundred and fifty yuan," he said, "I have already recorded it in the book, didn't Miss Zong see it?"

Of course Zong Ying saw it, she just verified.

The booklet, which was packed with the letter paper, was densely recorded in every detail.

She remembered that the first record was: "I took a "Xinhua Dictionary" from the bookcase and returned it that day."

The latest record is: "Miss Zong took 250 yuan in cash to pay for the fare, but it has not been repaid."

They are all written in simplified characters, and he is taking care of the owner's habits.

So there was no need for her to thank him yesterday. After all, the money for the fare was hers, and he was the one who took it illegally.

Sheng Qingrang said at this time: "I took the property of the owner without authorization. It was really unreasonable. I implore Miss Zong to accept my apology. If I can't, I can make compensation."

Zong Ying didn't bother to entangle this matter, but asked, "Two hundred and five, how long have you been sitting?"

"About twenty minutes, the car now, very quickly."

"You should tell him to play the watch." Zong Ying lowered his eyes and put the thermos cup in his hand back on the coffee table: "Do you know what two hundred and fifty yuan can be used for?"

"There is a small shop downstairs that is open all night, and the price is clearly marked. I have been there once." He answered with reason, "Comparing the prices of daily necessities, you can probably have an idea of ​​the purchasing power of the current currency in circulation." After speaking from the document He took out a small ticket from the bag and handed it to Zong Ying, buying a box of milk worth three yuan and eight.

He went on to say: "The 250-yuan fare may not be reasonable in terms of mileage, but at that time there was no other way to do it late at night."

He made a lot of sense, Zong Ying was silent, and said for a long time, "You also took my spare key."

"Just in case, after all, once I'm locked out, I have nowhere to go."

"Then why did you lock the door of the room upstairs?" Zong Ying looked up at him.

"That's what I want to say." At this time, he finally took the suitcase on the desk, opened it and turned to Zong Ying, where gold bars, US bills, silver dollars and French coins were displayed separately: "Presumably silver dollars and French coins are no longer the same. Re-circulation, US dollar bills may be, but gold should still be hard currency, and there is always one that can be paid.”

He thought about it so comprehensively, and his requirements were naturally unambiguous: "This apartment is very important to Miss Zong, so I don't expect Miss Zong to sell it. The room upstairs seems to be vacant all the year round, I hope Miss Zong can temporarily Rent that room to me."

His words were sincere, and the eyes he looked at Zong Ying were also sincere and credible.

When the sky is not yet clear, the twilight is shrouded, and the indoor conversation is like a fragment of a dream.

He added, "It's reasonable that you think I'm not credible." He looked down at his watch again, not in a hurry: "But it will soon be proven that what I said is true."

The hands pointed to 5:59:40.

He packed his briefcase, sat steadily and raised his head: "Every morning at six o'clock, I will disappear from the era of Miss Zong."

"So what if this is the case?" Zong Ying's eyes were cold, and he leaned forward to hold his hand.

A burst of coolness passed, and the ticking of the old clock in the room seemed to move more erratically.

Sheng Qing let anxiety flash across his calm face, and he gave a stern warning: "There are still three seconds, please let go."

Zong Ying didn't let go.

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