stories that happened on a specific occasion

When it is summer, autumn is getting stronger.

In the cool breeze at dusk, people started to worship and burn paper money on the side of the road.Although it is still a few days away from the Ghost Festival, since the seventh month of the lunar calendar, there is a strange atmosphere everywhere.

In the small park that must be passed to go home, you can also see some burnt paper ashes scattered on the side of the road.However, the road near the small pond is very clean.

"It is estimated that they were caught alternately."

Occasionally, I heard someone say this when discussing Mr. Hirata's case.During the speech, the truth of the fact has been completely ignored-Kenichi Hirata was killed by someone.

After all, he died during the lunar ghost month.

I suddenly remembered that this time two years ago was when I met Zuo Zhenzhen.

For me who was in a foreign land at that time, she generously offered to take me to visit the famous Zhongyuan Festival in N City for free.

"People who died in vain cannot leave the place where they died, and they will repeat the scene before they died."

Z once said this to me.

The so-called unjust death is not the end of life, but the unjust death due to suicide, disaster, war, accident, murder, murder, etc.

I sat on a bench by the pond in the park, staring at the pool of water in front of me, thinking, is Mr. Hirata the same?Could it be that he was standing next to me at this time, constantly fainted and then hung on the fence in front of me, and then fell into the water unconsciously?

Thinking of this, I unconsciously looked around.Except for the street lights a few meters away, there is nothing else.I shook my head and smiled wryly, I was expecting such a thing.If this is the case, every corner of this world will be filled with such bleak and weird scenes.

When I was going home, I accidentally pressed Zuo Zhenzhen's floor.I have been seeing her all the time recently, and before I knew it, I was standing at her door.At this time, I realized that I went to the wrong door.

Raise your hand, want to knock on the door.

But thinking about the stationery, I hesitated again.

Days of overtime work made me a little tired, so I glanced at my watch again.

22: 05.

It seemed inappropriate to knock on a girl's door at this time.

I still put down my hands and walked downstairs.

Although he returned home, he was still sleepy, so he lay down on the bed and put the computer on his abdomen, continuing to check the submissions.

I looked through a few submissions, but none of them were satisfactory, but I heard the faint sound of walking from the ceiling of my bedroom.

She is at home and hasn't slept yet at this time.I thought.

Hearing the footsteps walking away again, I unconsciously sat up from the bed and listened carefully.

The layout of Zuo Zhenzhen's house is exactly the same as mine.She seemed to have walked to the living room, or the porch.

Thanks to the poor soundproofing of the apartment, I heard the door slam and then the footsteps die away.

She is out.I looked at my ceiling and thought to myself, where is she going so late?

The Ghost Festival is approaching, why does she choose to go out at night for the yin and yang eyes?

Could it be that old Deng asked her to meet?

Did they discover any new clues?or something else?

……

When I checked the time again, it was almost eleven o'clock.

I sighed, turned off the light, and planned to sleep.

Tossing and turning, only to see that the neon lights outside the window were still flashing and bright.

He simply got up again, and continued to look through the computer.

Every time I open the contribution page, I read it sequentially, and the posts with higher click-through rates are often opened.For some reason, when I looked at the page numbers of these posts, I suddenly wondered what those stories buried under the high click-through rate would look like?

So, I clicked "Last Page" in the lower right corner.

On the last page that appeared in front of me, there were only four posts.

These four stories have been submitted for some time, but for some reason, they are still unpopular, with only single-digit click-through rates.

I clicked on them one by one, only to find that a netizen named Xiao U contributed.Although there is only one click rate, the content of the submission is evocative.

It is very refreshing to think that I am the second person to read this story at this time.

At midnight, I finally finished reading Xiao U's submission and took a deep breath.Looking out the window, the street is still brightly lit.And above the city, it was pitch black.

It was a moonless night.

Little U's story

Xiao U is a graduate student majoring in fashion design, and was an intern in the studio of a well-known domestic designer before.

Although the fashion industry is glamorous on the surface, the hard work behind it is unimaginable.

Not long after joining the company, a thin girl like Xiao U once ran to a fabric wholesale market dozens of kilometers away because of wrong goods, and brought back tens of kilograms of fabric alone.In addition, cleaning, pouring tea and water, tidying up the warehouse, etc., take up a lot of working time.After all, he is an intern, not to mention creative design, he has a chance to help the design team even if he has to arrange seniority.

After surviving the first cold winter and scorching heat, Xiao U was finally led into the design room, and his silent dedication over the past year has paid off.

Although it is only doing some scattered work, being able to enter the design room is an invisible sublimation.Through the glass, Xiao U could see the envious eyes of the interns who entered the studio at the same time as him beyond a transparent wall.

Xiao U's career path seems to be getting smoother and smoother, but unexpected situations still appear.

Originally planned to participate in the main work of the International Fashion Week, suddenly because of the sudden inspiration of the designer when he went to Xiangxi to collect styles, he needed to overthrow all the Western-style patterns on the original neckline design and replace them with Miao embroidery patterns hand-painted by ethnic minorities.

Such a modification plan appeared in the work group at eleven o'clock in the evening.For a while, the group was as lively as the Chinese New Year, and there were not a few people who took the opportunity to flatter others, but there were not many people who actually started to prepare to revise the plan.After all, it was approaching midnight, and everyone seemed to have the attitude of talking about it tomorrow morning.

At this time, Xiao U felt that this might be an opportunity for him.

Because the place I rented is not far from the studio, it only takes ten minutes to ride a bicycle there.

So, Xiao U volunteered to go back to the studio now, readjust the new design plan according to the requirements, and print it in advance, and send it to the team tomorrow morning for timely revision, which can save a lot of time.

Such a speech really stood out immediately.Not only has everyone praised her, but more importantly, the designer himself directly @小U praised her for her seriousness in her work.

Xiao U looked at this message with satisfaction, and couldn't help but be delighted.I couldn't help but take screenshots and post them on Moments.A selfie of myself riding a bicycle to the company and screenshots of praise, coupled with a line of inspirational text, received dozens of likes in an instant.

In this way, Xiao U set off to the studio contentedly.

The studio is in a separate 21-story modern building.The designer rented out three floors as offices and design studios.

Usually, because the outer wall of this building is made of glass, it always exudes a magical light in the eyes of Xiao U.However, at this moment, in the haze of days, even the moon has disappeared.The building that has lost its light source stands like a towering tombstone in the dark night.The top of the building has almost merged with the dense night, and the outline of the edge has disappeared, creating a strange feeling that seems to have broken the dimension.

Fortunately, there is an uncle on duty at night on the first floor of the building.After Xiao U walked into the building, he was asked a few words and went upstairs.

As soon as he arrived at the studio, Xiao U started preparations.

Time passed by, the outside world seemed to be isolated, and everything was as silent as in this studio.Except for his own keyboard and mouse sounds, Xiao U can't hear anything else.

Xiao U's workstation is in an inconspicuous place by the window.When I first came, I was silently disappointed because I sat here for a while.Not only is this place the farthest from the design room, but there is also a light near her work station, which can just shine directly on her computer screen and the vanity mirror placed next to it, which always makes Xiao U feel dazzling.Therefore, at that time, Xiao U did not turn on the headlights in the studio, but turned on the lights in the pantry near his workstation.In this way, there is a little light, but it does not disturb your work.Moreover, through the window, Little U can overlook the city in the wee hours of the morning.Thinking of this, Xiao U still felt a little like an inspirational youth drama, so he worked hard alone in this quiet office.

Just when Xiao U was concentrating on his work, he suddenly heard a muffled sound.

It seemed to come from downstairs, the voice was so loud that even I could hear it on the tenth floor.

Little U was startled at first, and then glanced out the window.

Although the voice aroused Xiao U's curiosity, but after looking at the work at hand, Xiao U decided to ignore it.

Finally, Xiao U finished the rearranged design plan, posted it in the work group overnight, and carefully reminded his superiors and designers to check it out.

While waiting for the work to be replied, another loud muffled sound came from downstairs.

Little U got up and approached the window, leaned forward and looked downstairs.

Directly below this location is the open space in front of the building.Usually, no vehicles or objects are allowed to be parked at the door, so Xiao U couldn't guess where the sound came from.

Just when Little U was about to turn around and leave, suddenly a white object fell from above, and before Little U could react, there was that muffled sound.

Little U took two steps back in fright, staring at the glass in front of him with his eyes open and his mouth open.Because of the indoor light source, Xiao U can vaguely see himself reflected on the glass.With a surprised expression, she was like a looming ghost in the dim office.

Little U came back to his senses and ran to the window, looking downstairs again.

Still nothing but darkness.

Little U seemed to think of something, and a bad premonition arose spontaneously in his mind.So, he hurriedly packed his things and planned to leave immediately.

But at this moment, the mobile phone reminded that a new message had been received.

The modification plan that I rearranged by myself received affirmative reply from the designer.At this moment, you only need to print and bind these contents, and take them into the design room tomorrow morning, and you will have a different start.

Little U struggled for a while, but decided to open the closed laptop again, and then connected to the printer.

The division of labor in the design room is meticulous, so it is enough to print at least [-] copies.

Xiao U stood next to the printer, and listening to the sound of the machine printing gave her a little sense of security.With her back to the window, she pretended not to care, and carefully bound and sorted the printed plans.

But some things are like this, the more you deliberately don't care, the more you care and the more sensitive you are.

Little U was binding the newly printed plans, when suddenly the muffled sound reappeared.

Then it disappeared completely.

The audible sound turned into the repeated mechanical printing sound again.

In this hot weather, Xiao U felt his hands and feet were cold.Even amidst the repeated sound of the printer, there was a strong tinnitus.

The ringing in the ears caused the documents in Xiao U's hands to scatter. She covered her ears with her hands, and took a few steps away from the printer.

The tinnitus finally disappeared.However, the muffled sound reappeared.

Little U felt that he was trapped in a strange space, except for the tinnitus and the sound of the printer, it was the muffled sound.Little U turned around and looked out the window. The city was brightly lit, but it seemed like another world.

The sound insulation effect of this building is obviously very good, why can I still hear such a sound?

How did that muffled sound come from?What is the white shadow I saw before?

Where did Uncle Security go?Why is it dark downstairs?

While thinking about it, Little U involuntarily approached the window again.

Just when she could almost touch the window glass with her hand, a white object fell from upstairs again, and then fell down quickly.

The speed is so fast that it is difficult to capture too much information.

However, Little U could still see clearly.

When his sight fell along with that thing, Xiao U was sure that he could see clearly.

That's a person.

It was a woman dressed in white, so it was very obvious in such a dark night.Her face cannot be seen because she is face down, only the long hair flowing behind her can tell her gender.

The muffled noise was the sound she made.

Little U thought of this, stuck it on the window and looked down again.

But downstairs was still pitch black and nothing could be seen.

At this time, Xiao U can no longer care about the documents that are still being printed, and the plans that have been scattered on the ground.He just hurriedly put his mobile phone and satchel away, and rushed out the door.

Uneasy, Xiao U finally took the elevator to the lobby.

The hall was still brightly lit.The pale incandescent lamps illuminated the entire hall as dazzlingly as daytime. Xiao U was not used to the light for a while and felt a little dizzy.

The uncle on duty greeted her kindly again.

Little U only felt that he was top-heavy, as if the blood flowing in his body that could generate heat had disappeared, and his hands, feet and heart were all icy cold.

"Hello," Xiao U wanted to leave quickly, but turned back to the front desk and asked, "Did you turn off the lights in the hall just now?"

The uncle hurriedly shook his head and said, "How is that possible? The property management said that the lights here have to be turned on 24 hours a day."

"Then did you hear any voice before?" Little U asked again.

"what sound?"

"For example, a loud noise, like the sound of something falling from a high altitude?" Little U hesitated to describe.

The uncle shook his head.

Little U nodded silently, then turned and left.

After coming out of the building, Little U walked to the parking place of his bicycle.She lowered her head and looked at the shadow in front of her. On the gray concrete floor, the shape was elongated by the lights in the front hall of the building behind her, but the outline was clear and black and white.

Little U felt that even his own shadow looked unreal, as if it was not his own.

So, he hurriedly ran a few steps to the side of the building, trying to avoid everything in front of him.

But the heartbeat was still unstable, and the tinnitus reappeared.

Little U covered his ears with his hands, stood with his head down, panting heavily.It seems that breathing has also become laborious, the air seems to be just going through the motions in his body, from the mouth to the trachea, and then to the lungs and hastily retreated, without any nostalgia.Little U only felt that his chest was moving, but it was meaningless.

Little U stared at the ground in front of him, suddenly it was pitch black.

Like thick ink in an inkstone, like this moonless night.

It's the same as when I look down from upstairs.

Little U looked up and found himself standing directly under the studio.

The building stood coldly behind him, and the geometric lines extending upwards went nowhere, everything seemed to disappear in the darkness.

Suddenly, a light appeared from the top of the building.

The light gradually grew larger, and gradually, the outline of the building was finally restored.

It was the moon, struggling out from a pile of thick clouds.

Finally, everything in front of me had a shape and appearance again, and the building no longer looked like a dark tombstone, but like a lighthouse, illuminating everything with the moonlight overhead.

Little U finally breathed a sigh of relief, and let go of his hands covering his ears.The blood in his whole body seemed to start flowing again, and Xiao U could feel a thin layer of sweat on his palms.

Little U raised his head, looking at the moonlight above his head, illuminating everything.

In an instant, even she was illuminated so that there was nowhere to hide.

Little U could see the woman who swooped down from the roof.

She fell straight to herself.

Her body is in a straight line with her head, just like Xiao U is in a straight line with her.Therefore, Xiao U could only see a woman's pale face rushing towards him quickly.

The woman's terrified eyes stared, and her mouth, which was painted with blood red lipstick but looked like a black hole, was opened but did not make any sound.

"Bang"!

In the darkness, Little U heard such a muffled sound again.

After Xiao U woke up again, it was already two days later.

I heard from a colleague who came to visit me that Xiao U was discovered by the uncle on duty and dialed 120.That day, after the uncle on duty talked with Xiao U, he felt a little uneasy about what Xiao U said, so he decided to go out to check.Unexpectedly, I saw Xiao U fainted on the right side of the building.

Finally, Xiao U learned from the doctor that he fainted due to fatigue and anemia.However, after being in a coma and having a fever for two days, he was cured when he was checked again.

After this incident, Xiao U did not get the chance to become a full-time member as he wanted.Because of his active performance, the boss felt that there was a suspicion of overreaching, and he held Xiao U accountable for the documents left on the printer and on the ground, and criticized Xiao U.A few months later, the personnel interviewed her, and Xiao U didn't want to continue to live a restless life all day long, so she resigned.

Looking back now, Xiao U said that during that time, it seemed that he had been very unlucky. He lost his job, his boyfriend who had been talking with him for several years also cheated, and there were two burglars in the apartment.

Until the end of the story, Xiao U didn't know who the woman who hit him that day was.

But according to Xiao U, she was the only one who was sent to the hospital that night.

Just as I was still pondering the story carefully, there were a few faint knocks on the door.

I hesitated, but I got up and walked to the gate.

Through the cat's eyes, I saw Zuo Zhenzhen standing at my door, and her deformed face was looking at me through the cat's eyes.

"Why are you?" I opened the door and asked.

"What? You're not welcome." Zuo Zhenzhen walked in generously, and sat down on the sofa.

"No no."

I looked up at the clock in the living room, it was almost one o'clock in the morning.

"Don't worry, I'll leave after I finish speaking." Zuo Zhenzhen also watched for the same amount of time, and said, "I just got the news that Hirata Kenichi's case has been solved."

When I heard the news, I immediately sat down too.

"The criminal has been arrested." Zuo Zhenzhen said, "It was a few young men who robbed Pingtian and knocked him unconscious. In order not to be discovered, they pushed him into the pond. Who would want Pingtian I can't swim, so I drowned to death. More reports will depend on my master's reports."

The master Zuo Zhenzhen mentioned was Lao Deng.

I nodded silently, not knowing what to say.

"I also contacted Hirata's family," Zuo Zhenzhen continued, "Are you kidding me? They don't even know that Hirata Kenichi is dead."

I was surprised, but the information I learned from Zuo Zhenzhen seemed reasonable.

It turned out that although Hirata Kenichi grew up in a temple, he was a well-known photographer in the local area. He often went on photography trips alone when the temple was not busy.I often go away for ten days and half a month, and it is not uncommon to not contact my family for a long time.

"However, I don't know why he appeared in a small park near our community by such a coincidence." Zuo Zhenzhen added before leaving: "I asked Hirata's family carefully. Those who take it away will never be his family or friends, because they don't know about it yet."

At the same time, Lao Deng also inquired about the news.The person who falsely claimed the body from the police station and then disappeared was a Japanese overseas Chinese. This [-]-year-old man called himself "Lin Yancheng" to the outside world.

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