Rubik's Cube Seven Days Dream

Standing in front of the door, Xu Minglang was holding the key, still hesitating whether to open the door.

He knew that it was not good to peek into privacy without others' permission, but this might be his only chance to know Zhou Xuerong's secret.

Thinking of this, he put the key in the lock, turned it to the right, and the door opened.

There was a stuffy smell of plaster on the face, and the room was pitch black.Xu Minglang walked in, fumbled for the raised switch on the wall, and pressed it.The sudden light made his eyes sting, but when he opened his eyes again, the scene in front of him made him feel like he was struck by lightning.

There were pictures of him plastered all over the wall.

He pinched his arm hard, and the sharp pain reminded him that this was not a hallucination.He stepped forward in disbelief, and he could even recognize where some of the pictures were taken.A photo of him sitting indoors drinking Coke through a straw was taken when he was waiting for someone at the Yahui restaurant opposite the piano store. From the washed denim jacket he was wearing, it can be inferred that it happened in March this year.

All photos, without exception, are candid shots.There are fleeting glimpses of him passing through crowds, profiles of him queuing for popcorn at a movie theater, the way he falls asleep in a bank seat.Whether it's his back when crossing the road, or his napping on the subway seat, every scene of his private life is frozen on the photo paper, and then posted like a Hong Kong gossip weekly.

In these photos, his clothes span the four seasons, and his sideburns are of different lengths. It is obviously a long peep.

Xu Minglang flicked the smooth photo papers with his fingers, the shock was so strong that his mind went blank, so that he couldn't believe that the person on it could be himself, but when he saw a picture of himself turning his head and smiling, When the background was a photo of a commercial street, his nerves suddenly tensed up.

In the photo, he was crossing his arms, turning his head and laughing at Xue Yingying, but her face was blacked out with a marker.

Most of the photos on the entire wall were of Xu Minglang alone as the subject. Only three photos showed Xue Yingying, but without exception, her face was erased.

"This...what is this?" Xu Minglang couldn't control the trembling of his arms, let alone explain what he saw.

It turned out that the person who had been secretly following him was actually Zhou Xuerong?

He covered his mouth tightly to keep himself from making a sound.But the shock that this wall of clues gave him was more than that. He saw that among the densely packed photos, some of them were not his photos.

To be precise, he didn't know the person in the photo.The man didn't show his face in front of the camera, but judging from his figure, he was shorter and fatter than him, with an unkempt appearance and sloppy clothes. There was even a picture of this man lying on the bridge in broad daylight, like is sleeping.

What does it mean?In addition to following herself, Zhou Xuerong is also following homeless people?

Xu Minglang thought of the "vagrant" who penetrated everyone's past. What purpose did Zhou Xuerong want to follow a vagrant?

What's more worth thinking about is, when Yu Haohuai asked him several times if he had something to do with the homeless, why did he deny it?

These questions filled Xu Minglang's mind. It turned out that his life had become a mystery a long time ago. He and Zhou Xuerong were only separated by a wall. He thought that all he had to think about was how to pay the down payment, promotion and salary increase. Little did he know that the person following him lived next door to him.

Xu Minglang not only felt cheated, but also deeply afraid.Who is Zhou Xuerong?Is it really a coincidence that he lives next door to his own?

Can't read any more.Xu Minglang told himself that what he has to do now is to turn off the lights and leave, restore everything to the original state, and wait until dawn to make plans.He must not let Zhou Xuerong find out that he has entered this door, an intuition tells him that if he is found out, it will be over.

It's not too late, if it drags on, Zhou Xuerong should wake up.Xu Minglang stepped back, but his heel hit something hard, making a crisp impact sound. Regardless of the pain in his foot, he turned around and bent down to hold the thing, for fear of breaking something.

With this bending, Xu Minglang fell to the ground.

"This......"

Xu Minglang was trembling and unable to speak, he saw densely packed sculptures on the ground in front of the bed, those sculptures were of different sizes, full-length and half-length, with different expression techniques, but the only thing they had in common was the face.

Because every face on the sculpture is exactly the same as his own!

He got up like shit, and couldn't care less about calming down. This Zhou Xuerong was obviously a psychopath. Not to mention secretly taking pictures of him, he wanted to make a sculpture in his image. Would this be something normal people do?

He stood up, straightened the sculpture carefully, and confirmed that the positions of the chair and the photo were correct. Just as he was about to turn around and leave, there was a gust of warm wind behind him.

"Why did you come in?"

The voice was clear and familiar.

"How should I explain it now?"

Xu Minglang turned his head mechanically, and saw Zhou Xuerong standing outside the door, with the top of his head blocked by the door frame, revealing gloomy and tired eyes.

The door was open, and the two stared at each other silently, but seemed to be thousands of miles apart.

Zhou Xuerong hooked the corners of his mouth as usual, and couldn't hide his forced smile, but at this moment, in Xu Minglang's eyes, it was extremely horrifying.He lowered his head to walk in, Xu Minglang backed away in fright: "Don't come here."

Zhou Xuerong raised both hands, and retreated outside the door.

There was another grinding silence. It seemed that Zhou Xuerong didn't intend to explain everything. This made Xu Minglang feel scared and aggrieved at the same time, as if he had been let down.

His trust is like a rag, it doesn't matter if he wipes the soup, the other party has no intention of washing it and returning it to him.

"Why are you following me?"

Zhou Xuerong was still smiling.This attitude annoyed him, and he demanded loudly, "Answer me!"

"There is no reason. Just follow if you like it, and just take a few photos."

The frivolous attitude is like another person.

Xu Minglang couldn't help nodding in anger, all the questions were stuck in his throat, he pondered for a while, tried not to shake his voice, and said: "Okay, I think you are a hobby of photography. But why did you not wear clothes when you saw me the first time?" Know me? And these pictures of homeless people, why did you take a picture of a ragged beggar? Don’t tell me, you also have the habit of taking pictures of homeless people!”

Zhou Xuerong's complexion sank visible to the naked eye, but Xu Minglang didn't notice it. He was blinded by anger, pointed at the sculptures all over the ground and asked, "Where are these sculptures? What's going on? Why did you pinch them?" Be like me? From the moment you saw me, how much did you hide from me? Tell me!!"

Zhou Xuerong was short of breath, her voice seemed to be under pressure, and she asked, "Brother has too many questions, where should I explain them?"

"Then why don't you tell me first, what is your relationship with the mastermind behind this game?"

"It doesn't matter."

"You lied!! You must know something, listen, now we are not in the game, you tell me, 'he' won't hear." Xu Minglang's eyes were red, his nose was sore, he couldn't accept these days The young man who accompanied him all the time and saved his life turned out to be the one who followed him.

"You just tell. I want to trust you too, but you have to prove that you are trustworthy."

"I know you are not a bad person. You have saved me so many times along the way. It can be said that without you, I don't know if I would have survived. I am also very grateful to you." Xu Minglang covered his mouth, not sure what to say. Will it hurt the other party if it comes down? He closed his eyes to calm down, and continued: "But do you think I can pretend that I don't know anything after seeing this? I really need an answer."

Zhou Xuerong's face was gloomy, and his already pretentious appearance seemed to be full of evil spirits. He didn't speak a word, and lowered his head to avoid the door frame and walked into the house, every step was heavy and slow.

Xu Minglang raised his head, pretending not to be afraid, but he was still overwhelmed by the opponent's aura and stepped back.He pressed his waist against the edge of the table, and it was inevitable to avoid it, but he moved to the side again, and he didn't know why he wanted to hide.

The medicine box was knocked and dropped to the ground. Xu Minglang subconsciously squatted down to pick it up, but saw "Sertraline Hydrochloride" written on the box.

He would know that it was a drug for depression.

Just as he was about to straighten his waist, he saw a piece of cloth corner piled under the table.Fascinated, he tugged and pulled the ball of fabric out of the shadow, exposing it to the bright light.

What he was holding was a messy, bloody white cotton coat.

At this moment, Xu Minglang's brain froze suddenly, he didn't dare to think about whose bloodstain belonged to, or why the bloody clothes appeared under Zhou Xuerong's table.When he came back to his senses, he could only watch Zhou Xuerong cover the light source with the fragrance of lime-flavored shower gel.

He heard Zhou Xuerong's voice hovering above his head.

"Brother really shouldn't come in. Some things, it's better not to know."