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Song Zhe's family lived on the nineteenth floor, and the takeaway brother got off the elevator on the sixth floor.

The warm smell of food still lingered in the elevator, but Su Cheng's expression gradually cooled down.

I don’t feel it when there is one more person, but when I am alone in the elevator, I suddenly feel lonely, and I even unconsciously think about something.

For example, will there be a sudden power failure, and then the elevator will be stuck between floors, or the elevator will fail and fall rapidly.

The heartbeat also became rapid along with the cranky thoughts.

The wrist that had been rubbed felt a little hot and slightly painful. Su Cheng reached into his trouser pocket, and suddenly touched a sharp object, and almost subconsciously, he held it in his palm.

As if he was suddenly blessed by some mysterious power, Su Cheng let out a breath of foul air slowly.

The heartbeat gradually became normal.

After getting out of the elevator, there is a long corridor, and it is dark to the right. Probably the light in the corridor is broken, or the sensor light is not on, but the left side is on.

Different from the corridor lights in the old city, the lights here are cool white.

Su Cheng directly chose the left side, and after walking not far, he saw Song Zhe's house number.

Seems like luck.

Before ringing the doorbell, Su Cheng took out the luminous sticker. Because he held it tightly, the fine sweat in his palm left a layer of inconspicuous luster on the luminous sticker.

Shiny and moist.

Su Cheng lowered his eyelashes, gently wiped off the luminous stickers with his eyes.

When I turned to the back, I found that the adhesive on the back hadn't been torn off, and there was a large piece of white wall dust on the adhesive with a rough edge.

I remembered that at the time, because I was reluctant to stick it on the top of the wall, I went to buy a bottle of white latex alone.

Su Cheng picked up the luminous sticker, looked at the cold white light in the corridor, wanted to put it in his trouser pocket, but didn't want to, so he just buckled the corners and tore off the adhesive.

Where should I post it?

On the back of the hand...

Seems a little too childish.

Put it on your clothes?

Su Cheng looked down at his pure black clothes.

No, it's still too damaging to the image.

Put it on your face...

Su Cheng looked at the luminous sticker in his hand in distress, and carefully pinched a corner, for fear that if he squeezed too much, it would not stick.

Where is it?

Su Cheng suddenly smiled nervously, took out the mobile phone from his pocket, snapped it, and stuck it on the back of the mobile phone, which had turned yellow and transparent.

He lifted it up again and looked at it.

Quite satisfied, and it looks good.

In this way...does it mean that Ren Xin is also with him?

Su Cheng pursed his lips and smiled again, swiped his finger on the phone a few times, and brought up an interface.

After clicking start, he stuffed the phone directly into the pocket of the innermost layer of clothes, and stuck it tightly to the skin.

……

"Ding dong..."

When he heard the doorbell, Song Zhe had just finished taking a shower and was leaning on the bed wrapped in a bathrobe, picking up a book of Freud on the bedside table.

The moment the doorbell rang, Song Zhe thought he had heard it wrong.

It wasn't until the doorbell rang for the third time that Song Zhe realized that it was indeed his own doorbell that rang.

Song Zhe is 32 this year. He was married once when he was in his twenties. His wife gave birth to a daughter. The family of three seems to be happy.

But he gradually found that he did not love his wife.

Compared with his wife, those little boys outside looked much more delicious.

Later, the wife also found out, and the two divorced peacefully, and the daughter was also taken away by the wife.

Song Zhe didn't feel much about this, but felt that there was one less hindrance.

However, as a company owner, he still has his own principles.

The little boy was never taken home, and he never spent the night outside. After playing, he would go back to his own house and find his own mother.

Therefore, Song Zhe really couldn't think of anyone who would come to ring his doorbell in the middle of the night.

Wrapped in a bathrobe, Song Zhe lingered to the door, looked out through the peephole, but it was pitch black.

It must have been blocked by something.

Song Zhe thought that it is impossible for children to block the cat's eyes, and it is impossible for children to come to play such pranks in the middle of the night.

"Who?"

Song Zhe asked.

But there was silence outside the door, and no one responded.

Song Zhe turned around to leave, but the doorbell rang again.

"Who?"

Song Zhe raised his voice and asked again.

Still no one answered outside.

Song Zhe felt a little hairy, but when he thought that he had no other enemies other than a little boy to hang out with, he felt that he was thinking too much.

The doorbell rang again.

"Who the hell is it? I won't open the door if I don't say anything."

He took courage and asked loudly.

"It's me, open the door."

The people outside the door responded.

Song Zhe rolled his eyes, but he didn't recognize who was outside the door.

I just feel that the voice sounds young, crisp and raw, like a delicious cucumber, with a refreshing feeling.

Song Zhe felt itchy in his heart, but he also became cautious.

"who are you?"

Song Zhe asked again.

The people outside the door didn't answer, they kept ringing the doorbell like crazy.

At night, the doorbell, which was not too loud at first, became extremely harsh.

Soon, the neighbors next door cursed, and some people opened the door and poked their heads out to shout.

"It's late at night, what's the trouble, it won't let people sleep."

Song Zhe was a little embarrassed, but the man outside the door kept ringing the doorbell.

"Young man, don't press it, my little treasure has to go to school tomorrow."

Another elderly family opened the door and came out to dissuade them.

It's a pity that the young man outside the door is disobedient.

Song Zhe's mind became active. Since the old man said he was a young man, there must be a young man outside the door. Maybe someone really went to the wrong door.

Song Zhe felt hot, and opened the door before the neighbor next door got angry.

As soon as the door opened, Song Zhe smiled.

He didn't expect it to be Su Cheng, just because it was Ren Xinyi who took Su Cheng away.

It would be a lie, however, to say that there was no such expectation.

"Yo, who did I say!"

Song Zhe grinned, his expression of satisfaction was beyond words.

Su Cheng's expression was not very good. The moment Song Zhe opened the door, he slipped in sideways, glanced at the door, and picked up a straight-handled umbrella on the porch cabinet.

As soon as he got the umbrella, Su Cheng couldn't help but hook the corners of his mouth.

The moment Song Zhe turned around while talking, the umbrella tip that shone with golden metallic luster hit his chest.

The momentum is great, but the lethality is zero.

Song Zhe held back, so he didn't laugh out loud. He raised his eyebrows with great interest, and under Su Cheng's stern gaze, he hooked the door shut with his foot.

The moment the door closed, Su Cheng's hand also moved.

"thumping."

"Snapped."

The two sounds almost completely overlapped.

Immediately afterwards, there was Song Zhe's angry scolding.

"What the hell are you doing!"

Song Zhe covered his ears with one hand, and reached out with the other to pull the umbrella in Su Cheng's hand.

Su Cheng has already retreated with the umbrella in his hand.

Compared with Su Cheng's house, this house can already be described as luxurious.

On the left hand side of the entrance is a display cabinet, on which there are many porcelain vases and plates that Su Cheng can't understand the value of.

Behind the display cabinet is the dining room. There is a door on the left and right of the dining room, which looks like a kitchen and a bathroom.

On the right is the off-white entrance hall cabinet, and behind the cabinet is the living room.

And facing the door, there are a few stairs, up to the end of the corridor, there is a huge picture of a peacock hanging.

There is a door on each side of the corridor, which should be a bedroom or something.

Su Cheng has already turned the corner and retreated to the living room.

In the living room, next to the door and the cabinet, there is a row of beige European-style carved modular sofas. In front of the sofas is a marble coffee table.

There is a large sapphire blue carpet under the coffee table, with intricate patterns, and there is no sound when walking on it.

Beyond the coffee table is a TV cabinet of the same style as the coffee table. There are only two gold-rimmed photo frames on it. The ultra-thin TV is hung on the wall. The black screen looks very large.

Must have more than 80 inches!

Su Cheng clicked his tongue and walked around the coffee table to avoid Song Zhe.

"Where's my mother?"

Su Cheng asked.

Song Zhe couldn't catch Su Cheng for a while, and he was not in a hurry, and sat down on the sofa with his arms folded, with a very contented expression.

"What the fuck are you?"

Su Cheng stood still in front of the TV cabinet, with the tip of his umbrella pointing at Song Zhe's nose.

"Where's my mother?"

"I can not understand what you say?"

"Where's my mother?" Su Cheng stared at Song Zhe, "where's my mother... Where's my mother?"

He said it over and over again, as if he could only say this sentence.

Song Zhe was frightened by the stares, but he still had a mature and stable look on his face, and smiled gracefully and maturely.

"How about... I will accompany you to the bed to look for it?"

In fact, in Su Cheng's eyes, this smile is so greasy that it makes people sick.

He did retch too.

Knowing that it was impossible for Song Zhe to say it directly, Su Cheng twisted the handle of the umbrella and threw it fiercely behind him.

Accompanied by a loud bang, Su Cheng himself yelled "ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Looking at the precarious TV set on the wall, there were several chapped holes in the middle of the screen, which looked like they were about to shatter.

But not after all.

Song Zhe, who was really frightened, jumped up from the sofa and wanted to rush over, but he didn't dare.

"What the hell are you doing?"

He stared at Su Cheng viciously: "You, you are committing a crime—"

Before he finished speaking, Su Cheng had already put down his umbrella, turned around and picked up the TV set, and when the plug was pulled from the socket, there were slight sparks.

The TV is held high above the head.

Song Zhe was so frightened that he opened his mouth wide, and the sentence "You are committing a crime and deliberately damaging other people's property" that he wanted to reprimand all stuck in his throat.

Su Cheng raised his eyebrows, his expression looked so calm, but what he said seemed like a complete lunatic.

"Where's my mother, where's my mother, where's my mother?"

That's all he seems to say.

Song Zhe's eyes were red, he was afraid that Su Cheng would throw the TV on himself like this.

Su Cheng moved his wrist.

"Fuck," Song Zhe wanted to back up, but tripped over the sofa and sat down.

"You are so crazy! You, you put it down first, it will, it will explode."

"Where's my mother?" Su Cheng shrugged.

"Where is my...mom...?"

Just listening to the voice, I feel that this person has lost his mind.

Song Zhe was terrified by everything in front of him, it was really weird.

The man was obviously still smiling at him, but he was completely insane, and he wanted to kill himself.

This momentary recognition made Song Zhe lose the courage to negotiate terms, his teeth chattered and his throat tightened.

"Okay, okay," Song Zhe gestured feebly in the air.

"I said, I, I, I was looking for your mother, but I just told her that you were hit by a car, and other... I don't know anything about it."

"you're lying!"

The frenzied yelling was accompanied by the motion of the TV being thrown.

Song Zhe was almost scared to pee on the spot, but subconsciously he didn't want to die, so he yelled and rolled out on the sofa several times.

The TV was smashed between the marble coffee table and the sofa, glass residue and metal fragments splashed with sparks.

It's like blowing up a giant firecracker.

Crazy, really crazy!

Song Zhe scrambled and scrambled, knocked over the crystal lamp on the corner table with his shoulder, and made another "crackling" sound.

He was so scared that he turned over again, but he stepped on the pedal again and rolled onto the carpet.

Fortunately, the pedals turned up and stood upright, and there was no intention of smashing them down.

Song Zhe was shaken all over, and was completely bewildered for a moment.

If he hadn't been guilty of being a thief, why would he be like this.

But when he came back to his senses, Song Zhe became angry again, but he was just a lunatic, he could deal with one, but he couldn't deal with the second.

Song Zhe started ruthlessly, gritted his teeth and got up from the ground.

However, Su Cheng has already run towards the restaurant.

Song Zhe kicked the pedal away, walked quickly and picked up the umbrella Su Cheng dropped just now.

This copper bone umbrella was custom-made by him, it is very important, just to show his identity.

If it weren't for the high-quality fiber cloth wrapped outside, Su Cheng's ears would have been crippled by the first strike.

Even with the thick umbrella cloth wrapped, half of his ears are still roaring now.

Su Cheng has already run to the restaurant.

The dining table in the dining room maintains a unified style with the living room. The rectangular marble-topped dining table is matched with six gorgeous carved solid wood leather chairs.

The crescent armrest on the top is carved with delicate rose patterns, and the hollows formed by a leaf on the left and right are just convenient for picking up the chair.

Su Cheng didn't turn his head back, he just picked it up and threw it behind him.

Song Zhe watched the chair fly towards him, and quickly dodged sideways.

Then there was the second one. In order to avoid this one, Song Zhe had already retreated behind the display cabinet.

So the third chair slammed straight into the display case that was used as a partition.

The glass on the display case shattered.

The crisp sound of glass made people's ears hurt.

The glass shattered into countless pieces and splashed in all directions, Song Zhe was so frightened that he blocked the umbrella in front of him, bent his body, and clasped his head with both hands.

But Su Cheng didn't hide at all. When the glass shattered, he had already swung the chair he hadn't let go of, and threw it at the unbroken glass on the other side.

The author has something to say: Chacha: This kind of liar, kill me.

Su Cheng: Hehe, I