The house is money, the story is life

"name."

"Relieve your worries."

"what for?"

"IT. But resigned."

"Resigned to become a voyeur?"

"I do not have."

"Then what were you doing sneakily just now?"

"I... have a little social fear." The man lowered his head and hid his face under the hat.The peaked cap had been taken off together with the sunglasses and the mask, but he put it back on as he sought a sense of security at the beginning of the questioning. At this time, his eyes slipped out from under the brim, which made people think of the man hiding in the crevice of the stone. Shrimp, "I'm a little nervous, so I don't dare to come in. But I'm not peeping, and I'm not a bad person."

Zhou Tang stood in front of him, looking down at him, without a trace of a smile on his gentle face: "What about the sign at the door? Did you leave it?"

As soon as this remark came out, the other two looked over blankly at the same time.Xia Shi asked, "What mark?"

"On the cement floor outside the door, there is an inconspicuous white mark, which I have wiped off." Zhou Tang explained to Xia Shi, and turned to look at the man, who immediately lowered his head.

"Don't play dumb, I've seen all the tools..." Zhou Tang said, but the man just remained silent.Zhou Tang frowned, and was about to say something, but Xia Shi shook his head slowly at him.

There is no need to read it specially, some things are obvious to him at a glance, such as not lying.

Zhou Tang choked for a moment, and looked at the man suspiciously: "You really don't know? Then what happened to the talc pen in your pocket?"

"It was given to me by someone else. It was given to me by a woman when I first arrived." The man replied in a muffled voice, unconsciously put his hand into his pocket, and tightened his grip on the half-protruded talc pen.Xia Shi watched coldly and irresponsibly guessed that the woman must be very beautiful.

Zhou Tang's heart skipped a beat.A feather-like shadow flashed across the ground, disappearing in an instant.

"Did that woman tell you about us?" Someone asked again, but this time it was Xia Shi who spoke.The man shook his head: "No, I saw it myself."

Summer time: "???"

The man didn't say anything more, and lowered his eyes again, avoiding Zhou Tang's scrutiny.Zhou Tang turned to look at Xia Shi, and moved his lips silently: "Nightwalker?"

Xia Shi looked at the man who called himself "Jieyou", and moved his two thin eyebrows to the middle.In his opinion, there was nothing special about this man other than his uncomfortable tension and restraint.It's not a spirit, and it's not a nightcrawler. It doesn't look like it has any power.But he wasn't sure, after all, with Bai Xisheng, the silent and powerful AOE jewel in front of him, who knew if he would be mistaken again.

Xia Shi hesitated, not knowing how to characterize the man in front of him.To be honest, this person made him feel a little strange.Very faint, a weird feeling, not only from his strange words and deeds, nor just from his uncomfortable posture and temperament, but from some other places, but where exactly, Xia I can't tell when.

After a while, he finally spoke, but he skipped the tail of the previous question on his own initiative, and directly asked what he was most curious about: "I ask you, what are you doing here?"

The man's body shook.His eyes slipped from under the brim of his hat again.

Zhou Tang repeated Xia Shi's question again: "So, what are you here for?"

The man's eyes retracted again, avoiding all contact.Zhou Tang was speechless.He has never seen such a sight that hides so well, like a little weeweed, it only comes out when no one is looking, and runs around in a panic. I can't catch it.

After drilling for a long time, the man finally made a sound.

The voice is still very low, but it is very clear: "I... I am here to buy a house."

Zhou Tang: "..."

Not to mention Zhou Tang, even Xia Shi was taken aback by this answer.

He looked at Jiechou repeatedly for a while, and said kindly, his tone was like a big tortoise friendly expelling a little tadpole who came to find his mother: "You may be wrong about some things. Our house is not sold to living people."

"I know." Jiechou whispered, "I've seen it before."

This is the sentence again.

Zhou Tang glanced at Xia Shi, but this time he didn't let go of the question: "What did you see? Where did you look?"

Jiechou still didn't answer.He just sat there with his head down, holding his hands, for a long time, and finally opened his mouth again.Zhou Tang also said that he was finally going to respond, but his question did not leave a mark on people's ears at all, and was resolutely ignored-"I know what you are, and I also know what this agency is doing. Yes. I'm not mistaken, I'm here to buy a house, and I want to book a place to live."

Oh, what a long sentence!

Xia Shi exclaimed in his heart.No wonder I held it in for so long just now, so I was drafting it?

Clearly, the draft for relieving worries has not been finished yet, and he said again: "I don't know your charging standards here, but I have brought the down payment. You can take a look at it first, and if it is not enough, I will find a way."

After he finished speaking, he took out a piece of manuscript paper from his pocket and unfolded it. The small squares were densely packed with words.

He handed the paper to the two of them: "This is what I have racked my brains to write these days. It is something I experienced in my childhood. It is guaranteed to be original and not plagiarized."

"Uh, thank you." Even Xia Shi was a little confused by what he said, "But you... What are you booking a house for?"

"I'm about to die." Jiechou said honestly, "When a person dies, he will become a spirit, right? I don't want to be a ghost, I can't even afford a wardrobe, I can only squeeze into the bathroom - I hope I can live Get comfortable."

Xia Shi didn't realize what was going on with the "wardrobe" and "bathroom" for a while, he only exchanged glances with Zhou Tang, and after a while, nodded slightly.

This kind of statement is not difficult to understand, and after careful thought, there is a reasonable explanation for the matter-probably this person knew some night walker, and the night walker happened to know Weiqiu's agency, so he told him about it. over him.Then this person may be found to be terminally ill, or he may be planning to commit suicide because he can't think about it. In short, he will die soon.Before he died, out of the last bit of expectation, he found Weiqiu's agency.

In the end, because she was afraid to enter the door, and because she was unlucky and met a strange person, she was taken in directly as a perverted uncle...

Tsk, what a big deal, it took so long.If this is written, it will be at least 1700 characters, right?Waves are not wasted!

Xia Shi mumbled secretly, motioning Zhou Tang to pour water for Jiechou, who had been upgraded to a "guest". He sat upright a little, and handed the paper back.

"I don't know who you learned about Weiqiu's agency, but obviously, there are some things you still haven't figured out."

Xia Shi pointed to the piece of paper: "We don't accept this kind of paper version here, even if it's a story from personal experience. We only 'listen' to the story, which must be dictated, and it must be what you want to tell the most. ——Oh yes, you can’t memorize manuscripts, let alone read on paper.”

Jiechou let out an "ah", and looked at the story in his hand that he had prepared for a long time in embarrassment.

"So, what are you going to tell?" Xia Shi leaned back and looked at him with his legs up, "Mr. Jiechou, if you want to live in a good house, you have to get a good story in exchange."

Jiechou glanced at him rather aggrieved, and immediately lowered the brim of his hat.

The long wait began again, and the silence quickly multiplied.Zhou Tang came back after pouring the water, put the water glass on the tea table, looked at Jiechou still uneasy, but Xia Shi only patted him, asking him to be calm and calm.

After a long time, Jiechou finally made up his mind and said, "Anything...any story is fine?"

"Well, as long as it's something you've personally experienced, the one that leaves the deepest impression must have real feelings. The title should be drafted by yourself, no less than [-] characters. The style of writing is your choice, except for poetry." Xia Shi said without thinking, and after thinking about it, he added: "Epics are fine too, as long as they're not too short."

"Hmm..." Jieyou wiped his face, and didn't bother to complain about this set of requirements brought out from the weekly diary and Chinese volume, "Then I... I'll try to say one."

"A big story about, my favorite."