Rubik's Cube Seven Days Dream

In the dark and cold bathroom, Zhao Dongxiang squeezed himself into a corner, so scared that he didn't dare to breathe, maybe because he was quiet enough, the humanoid spider that was only one meter away from his face, which was made out of corpse parts in random order, was not there. attack him.Its eerie silhouette looks like a piece of clip art in the dark.Zhao Dongxiang couldn't see the monster's expression, but he knew that the other party was observing him.

He couldn't help but think of how the mosquitoes were trapped in the spider web and couldn't move before being eaten.

Zhao Dongxiang slowly reached into his back pocket, took out his mobile phone, and looked at the signal unwillingly.Still no signal.

He thought of his child and his wife, who left the house without saying anything, and then died here quietly, and they would never know.Thinking of this, Zhao Dongxiang's heart turns cold. He will be misunderstood for the rest of his life and die with regret.

Now that death is unavoidable, the only thing he can do is to leave a confession. If he is lucky, when others find his body, they can pick up the phone and bring it to his family.

His mobile phone wallpaper was taken when he and his wife and daughter went to Nanjing to play on May [-]st the year before last, before the night temple fair. He and his wife held arms with smiling faces, and his daughter pursed her lips and looked unhappy because she wanted to go abroad. Play.At that time, he considered that time was tight and it took time to prepare for the visa application, so he had to choose a place in China to play.But he promised his daughter that the whole family would travel to five European countries together during the holidays after high school graduation, and he kept his word.

This promise may never be fulfilled.

Zhao Dongxiang suppressed the urge to take a deep breath, and while paying attention to the spider monster's movements from the corner of his eye, he turned on the memo function of his phone, wanting to record his last words.

"Shufang, Ranran, I love you all." The pure white page shook his eyes sorely, after he finished typing, the black shadow in his peripheral vision suddenly swayed, scaring him to finish typing the last sentence, "Let's be a family again in the next life. "

The spider monster screamed strangely, and its severed limbs moved indiscriminately. Zhao Dongxiang was so frightened that he closed his eyes and dared not look at it.This torment lasted for half a minute, and the imaginary crisis did not come, so he narrowed his eyes into slits, and saw the black shadow entrenched on the ceiling and gradually retreating.

His first reaction was "I'm saved", and then he immediately understood that it was because of the light of the phone, this monster is afraid of light!

Now Zhao Dongxiang didn't care about being afraid anymore, and decisively turned on the flashlight and pointed it at the shadow.

"Hiss—" the humanoid spider made a sound like sandpaper rubbing against the table, and quickly crawled backwards.Zhao Dongxiang listened blankly to the subtle footsteps walking away from him, but his memory drove back two months ago...

It was a rainy night.

The weather forecast in the evening of the previous day said that there will be heavy rain the next day, so be careful when traveling.As usual, Zhao Dongxiang ate the fruit brought by his wife in front of the TV, turned to the channel after watching the weather forecast, watched variety shows on local channels, and the couple talked about what happened today.In terms of family communication, their family has always done a good job.

According to the weather forecast, his wife told him: "Drive carefully tomorrow."

Speaking of this, Zhao Dongxiang was a little tired, because he had an important client to meet the next day, and the client was sent by a Hong Kong company to discuss land bidding in Binhai.Zhao Dongxiang is actually not familiar with real estate. The meeting was also introduced by his friend Lao Lin. The reason why Lao Lin approached him is also very simple, because the land bidding for this time is a city-level platform, and Hong Kong has already put The funds and business plan are all ready. If you want to win this piece of land as a breakthrough to enter Binhai, you must go through the relationship in the city to win this piece of land.

Lao Lin intends to do this business, but suffers from lack of contacts in the city bureau, so he approached Zhao Dongxiang.The department director of the Municipal Land and Resources Administration Bureau is the child of Zhao Dongxiang's cousin. This is what Zhao Dongxiang himself said.

Zhao Dongxiang intended to get in touch with real estate bidding to accumulate experience, otherwise the money distributed afterwards would not be enough for him to repay favors, so he agreed after thinking about it.

He set off early in the morning the next day, before it rained heavily. He successfully received the client, helped the client put their luggage away before noon, ate something in the hotel restaurant, and after a few pleasantries, he drove the client again. Go to the tea house.

On the way from the city center to the north of the city, the rain started to get heavier.Zhao Dongxiang slowed down, and the wind chime hanging on the rearview mirror suddenly rang. He looked at the car clock, and it was similar to the forecast last night, and the heavy rain began at 02:30 pm.Facing the humid air, Zhao Dongxiang's left eyelid twitched twitching, and he felt a little nervous. This was his first time doing bidding business, so don't mess it up.

The Hong Kong driver in the back seat spoke awkward Mandarin and began to lament the development and changes in the mainland. Zhao Dongxiang put on a smiling face and followed suit.

After three o'clock, they arrived at the teahouse.My friend has already prepared the signature tea and snacks, specially picked a big box, and set up a table full of them, very much like doing business in the mainland.Hong Kong people call "boss" and "boss", and his friend is even more enthusiastic, with a smile on his face that almost squeezes his eyes.The three of them entered the table, and it was inevitable to exchange some useless greetings. After about ten minutes passed, they still didn't get to the point. The two even exchanged about the temperature of the tea.

To say that Lao Zhao is also an arty friend. He made a fortune in stocks five years ago, and somehow he became interested in the tea ceremony. From a gold chain around her neck to a beeswax emerald.His bald head, which looked like he had gone through a labor reformation, had grown hair, and Lao Zhao even joked that he was "returning to vulgarity."

He joked on his lips, but in his heart he sneered at this kind of mentality of being attached to the upstart.

While drinking tea, Zhao Dongxiang was extremely depressed when he heard the heavy rain outside the window.From the moment he got up, he couldn't tell where he felt uncomfortable, and it wasn't physical, but he was absent-minded, and it was difficult to concentrate on doing anything, like subconscious anxiety.

He was still wondering, the two of them brought the topic to the bidding without knowing it, and the tea was removed in a blink of an eye, a stack of paper documents was placed on the table, and the Hong Kong people even took out their personal computers from their bags. The preparations for the second stage were introduced.

His friend knew little about bidding, and Hong Kong people were sorry for their Mandarin. He and his friends were confused, and Hong Kong people felt embarrassed after talking for a while, so his friend used a very easy-to-use The means of being cold - drinking.

Although this is a teahouse, the boss often organizes poker games here, and drinking is even more common, but what Zhao Dongxiang didn't expect was that he would organize a wine game on this occasion.

Maybe it was to win back the game in drinking. My friend was eager to try drinking, and ignored the embarrassment of Hong Kong people, so he opened a bottle and did it himself.Hong Kong people may also know the custom of drinking and discussing business in the Mainland, and it is difficult to refuse, so they blew a bottle.

Seeing that there was no room for evasion, Zhao Dongxiang also drank it. The cold wine entered his throat, which made him shiver, and his left eyelid began to twitch wildly again.

Forget it, call a driver then.Zhao Dongxiang let himself drink it down.

Lao Zhao can't remember the specific process. He guessed that he drank seven or eight bottles. He drank it reluctantly at first, but then he became happy after drinking it. Alcohol does have incredible magic power. Forget about the anguish and trouble for a while, just obey the simple instructions of the body, and indulge in the joy of being paralyzed.

Zhao Dongxiang's face flushed from drinking, he raised his head from the tea table, the window was so gloomy that he couldn't tell the time.He picked up his phone and glanced at it. It was already 05:30 in the evening.

Looking at the two drunken people on the table, today's progress is almost here. He stood up, his body balance was fine, but his mind was a little dizzy.Lao Lin intended to persuade him to stay, but he still declined and called a substitute driver, ready to wait for someone to take the order.

"Forget it, you don't know how long you'll have to wait on this rainy day. Anyway, you're all drunk, so just drink to your heart's content!" Lao Lin said drunkenly, holding a glass.

The Hong Kong man was obviously poured down. He bowed his head and waved his hands repeatedly. Zhao Dongxiang had a bad stomach and didn't intend to drink it. He looked at the heavy rain outside and canceled the driver.

There will be no traffic police in this weather, first send the Hong Kong guy back to the hotel, and then he will drive back slowly.no problem.

The heating was turned on in the car, and the windows were covered with a layer of fog. The sound of heavy rain hitting the car body and glass was very loud.Fortunately, there were almost no cars on the road. Zhao Dongxiang shifted the gear to 40 and drove slowly all the way. It took almost an hour to drive to the city center.

After sending the Hong Kong people back to the hotel, he did not drive back in a hurry, but parked the car in front of a chain plastic surgery hospital two streets away from the hotel.Many married men have a habit of staying in the car for a while before going home. As for the reason for staying in the car, I believe all men are tacit.

The door that has not been opened is more like the dividing line of life.Open the car door, he is a husband and father, close the door, in the smoky car, he can be himself for a short time.No smiling, no maturity, just silence.

Zhao Dongxiang is a little different from other men. He prefers to enjoy his "me" time at a place far away from home. He doesn't even want his family to wait for him to get off the car. It will make him feel like a neglected husband and father. .

He leaned his head on the steering wheel, trying to sober up, the radiator made his whole body warm, but only the soles of his feet wet with water were cold.He stayed like this for 5 minutes until he felt better before he lit a cigarette and started smoking.

While smoking a cigarette, he fiddled with the wind chime. On the top of the bell was a cartoon villain that he didn’t know. Unlike many business friends, others like to hang Buddhist beads, such as Pixiu carved with glass, for auspiciousness, but he hung a child thing.A few years ago, before he opened a car wash, he was still working in an insurance company and drove a Mazda. Once he took a pregnant female subordinate to the supermarket and was asked why he hung such a cartoon wind chime.

He replied: "My daughter gave me a birthday present when she was in the fourth grade of elementary school."

Afterwards, he changed jobs and cars, but this cartoon wind chime was always with him. In his heart, nothing could keep him safe than this wind chime.

Thinking of the time when my daughter, under the urging of her mother, shyly took out a small box from behind her, and said to him in a childlike voice: "Happy birthday, Dad." No matter how many times, it feels like a warm current gushes out of my heart.

Time to go home too.

Zhao Dongxiang did not choose to turn around and go back to the main road. Instead, he drove to the back door of the plastic surgery hospital. There was an old residential area behind him. When he drove out, he could bypass the mountain tunnel and the distance was shorter.

To this day, every time Zhao Dongxiang thinks about this decision, he regrets it too much.If he hadn't been in the car for those [-] minutes and had gone home...and if he had chosen to turn around and take the main road, his life would have been very different afterwards.

At that time, the sky was dark, the rain was mixed with thunder, and there were almost no people on the street.He remembered very clearly that when the car entered the trail, the tires began to soften, and the resistance to the accelerator also increased.

The car got stuck in the mud.

Zhao Dongxiang didn't want to get out of the car and get caught in the rain, so he had to step on the accelerator harder, the body slowly tilted, and then suddenly leaned forward, the wheels broke free from the mud.Zhao Dongxiang was relieved, and under the influence of alcohol, his emotions suddenly became high.He still stepped on the accelerator with the same force, and turned the steering wheel to the right according to the map in his memory. After twisting and turning, the car finally approached the end of the alley.

There are no buildings on both sides of the alley, but were bought by restaurants outside and used as warehouses, and there are no street lights on both sides.To be on the safe side, he turned on the xenon headlights.

The rapidly expanding field of vision suddenly became bright, and besides the rain, there was also a group of black shadows running out.

Zhao Dongxiang's next memory was a little fuzzy.Because he couldn't figure it out anyway, what he did at that time, his speed was definitely not that fast, how could he hit someone?

The only explanation is alcohol.Under the influence of alcohol, he mistook the accelerator for the brake.

A horrified face appeared in the bright lights, followed by a desperate muffled sound, and the car swayed to a stop.Zhao Dongxiang remained in the same posture, with the crisp sound of wind chimes in his ears.

And the phrase "Happy Birthday Dad".

There was a sudden warmth on his face, and he remembered the candle he had blown out hastily before his business trip, and in the short moment before he fell into darkness, he saw the disappointed face of his little daughter.

The snow-white cream collapsed with a crash.

A clear voice said in his head: It's over, it's over.