my neighbors

Chapter 1

my neighbors

Author: Yu Ling

Have you thought about it?When you are eating breakfast, listening to MP3,

What are your neighbors doing while reading a book or laughing at a TV show?

They may be dismembering, hiding, killing, peeping, committing suicide, or even falling in love with a corpse...

Content tags: horror, heaven's favored son, special liking, errands

Search keywords: Protagonist: Lin Feng, Si Mu┃Supporting roles: Zheng Shutang, Aunt Hu, Xiao Ai, Zhou Huai, Bai Bing, Lao Wang, Captain Zuo┃Others: Neighbor, psycho killer

Introduction + decoration chainsaw ([-])

Introduction one

At the beginning of 1998, the First Hospital of S City.

Heavy snow fell in the sky one after another, with an aggressive nature, forcibly dyeing the world into a snow-white.The ambulance ran over the crushed snow on the ground and arrived at the gate of the hospital like lightning.Immediately, a few people came down from the back of the car, and some of them were still wearing police uniforms, which were stained with dazzling bright red.Then a little boy was lifted out. He looked like a teenager, and his whole body was twitching unconsciously.The little boy's body was also covered with blood, and he looked extremely scary on the white stretcher.

Several nurses hurriedly picked up the boy and carried him to the doctor's office.The doctor was talking about something with the leading policeman, his brows were slightly frowned, and the policeman explained a few more words, and ran outside into the vast snow.

The doctor looked at the little boy covered in blood on the hospital bed, talked to the nurse next to him, and then rushed in with several nurses and carried the little boy out.The doctor took off the phone receiver hanging on the wall, and slowly dialed a certain number.

The wind was blowing bitterly, slowly freezing everything.

Primer two

In the winter of 1997, I moved.

As soon as winter comes, the north will raise snowflakes all over the sky, impatiently, scrambling to dye the world into white. City S is located in the coldest north of China, and the lowest temperature in winter can sometimes reach minus [-] degrees, which made me, a southerner, very uncomfortable, and directly caused me to lie in the hospital for a week when I first came to City S.

The new home is quite popular. It is a small apartment building with no special features on the edge of the downtown area.Oily smoke has blackened the small kitchen window, range hood, and tiles on the wall. The clothes drying pole protruding from the kitchen has been washed by the rain and is rusty. Thick ice slag.

In 19, I was [-] years old, and I was admitted to my ideal university with enthusiasm, but this enthusiasm was first frozen by the bad weather after arriving in S City.

Now I want to introduce my strange neighbors.

My family lives in 403 in the apartment building. There are six families on the fourth floor, each squeezed into six small houses. The gate of 401 is just opposite to my house, and there lives a very simple and honest postman, Lao Wang, who can also do carpentry, but such an honest man is poor and white. It is said that his wife divorced him because he couldn’t bear his poverty; 402 is on the right side of 401 On the other side, separated from it by a wall, obliquely opposite to my house, lives a beautiful teacher named Bai Bing, who, as the name suggests, is as cold as a block of ice; 404 is separated from my house by a wall, and there lives a pair of benevolent mother and daughter. Call them Mrs. Hu and Xiaoai. Mrs. Hu is a nurse, and Xiaoai has just entered kindergarten. The mother and daughter are very enthusiastic and helped me a lot; 404 used to be the stairwell, 402 used to be the sanitary ware room, the stairwell and sanitary ware The stairwell used to be 405, and there lived a very "trendy" young man named Zhou Huai. Although the distance was far away, every day, whether it was harsh, heavy metal or classical music, he reminded us all the time. The existence of 405 opposite to 406 and next to the sanitary ware room is Zheng Shutang, a repairman with a bearded face. He is a bit strange, because his attitude towards me is always indescribably ambiguous, but he also takes special care of me.

I also have a neighbor in another sense who lives in 503 above me.This person has a very special temperament, which can't help but make people look sideways. I heard that he is also a student, just like a cool guy who walked out of a painting.I don't know his name, but because the iceberg aura on him is inaccessible, so I always feel that he has some blood relationship with the ice cube of Bai Bing.

Ah, I haven't introduced myself after talking for so long.My name is Lin Feng, and I'm in the stage of turning from a boy to a man at the age of 19. In short, I'm an ordinary person.

Decoration chainsaw ([-])

I just moved in, and I am not very familiar with many things here, thanks to the enthusiastic old Wang who gave me all kinds of help and guidance.So it seems that he and I are the most familiar, and we often gossip together and give each other things.Lao Wang left a very good impression on me, I think he is simple and honest, but he is a bit stubborn, and he must do what he believes in to the end.

In fact, most of the time I saw Lao Wang was in the evening, and there was not much time for chatting. He was running around delivering letters almost every day.A poor and shabby postman - this is the best description for Lao Wang.As for his extra carpentry job, Wang sometimes cuts wood at night with a noisy chainsaw.Because the sound is too shocking, Lao Wang doesn't use it often, for fear of disturbing other people.But I know that the sound of the CD coming from Zhou Huai's house is really deafening, and there is really no question of whether Lao Wang's chainsaw is noisy or not.

Speaking of Zhou Huai's CD sound, Bai Bing is the one who hates his music the most, so he did not hesitate to come to the door to question him repeatedly, but it seems to have no effect, at least the noisy CD sound is still the same every night.

But the only advantage of enduring this kind of harassment is that we can ask Zhou Huai to borrow the disc, and then show it on our own VCD.Zhou Huai is a bit weird, gloomy and depressed. He never likes to let anyone step into his house.But his taste is extremely high, and every time he lends us a film that is a classic among the classics, it is endlessly memorable.

There is one more thing to mention here, and that is my neighbor upstairs.

I didn't expect to meet him and come out of the corridor when I came back from shopping for vegetables today and was patting the snowflakes off my shoulders at the stairs.I froze for a moment, looking at his beautiful side face, I suddenly didn't know what to say.I didn't realize it until he stood in front of me, and I finally managed to say: "Good afternoon!"

He probably didn't expect me to talk to him suddenly, he was also startled for half a second, and then nodded politely to me: "Good afternoon."

At this time, my mind was a little confused, he frowned inaudibly, walked sideways, and passed me.I waited until he was far away to recover, and immediately slapped myself: Damn it, I'm so disappointed!Forgot to ask his name again!

But it's going to be dark soon, what is this guy doing out there?

I have no right to interfere with other people's freedom of travel, and I don't know him well, so I have no right to ask.I walked up the stairs while thinking, feeling a little disappointed in my heart.From the first floor to the fourth floor, I first heard loud rock music, and then the harsh sound of chainsaws. The door of 401 was open with a rough crack. I stopped by to see Lao Wang, but he turned his back to me, as if he was sawing a piece of wood.I called him twice, but my voice was drowned in the huge noise, and Lao Wang didn't hear him at all.

Next to the wood sawing tool was a bucket of dark red or even blackened paint, which was probably used to paint wood, and the whole room was filled with a pungent and strange smell.I called him a couple more times, and felt that it was boring, so I turned around and opened the door of 403 to go home.

Now let me introduce my home, which is actually a small place of forty or fifty square meters.The entrance is a small shoe cabinet and a hallway, and the appearance of the living room can be seen at a glance.The room on the right hand side of entering the door is the kitchen, which is too small for two people.From the living room to the right, you can see a small corridor. The corridor is not long and leads directly to the bedroom and the bathroom on the right.Going forward from the living room is a small balcony. There is a rusty clothes-drying pole stretching out, and several bamboo poles are placed on it.My home is the most practical bachelor's house ever.I'm talking about my bathroom in particular, where the small window is facing the window of Lao Wang's bathroom.To avoid suspicion, I pasted newspapers directly on the glass of the small window, and Lao Wang bought special bathroom stickers with patterns of several fat Persian cats.

I looked at the time, it was getting late, I rolled up my sleeves and started cooking.In fact, I don't really like or be very good at cooking, because the efficiency of the range hood is really not satisfactory, and I will still be choked by the fumes when cooking.

Today seems to be as ordinary and boring as before.While I was cooking, my thoughts drifted thousands of miles away.It's the end of November now, and I was supposed to come to school here in September this year, but it seems that there is a big problem with my student status, and I can't explain it clearly at the moment and can't solve it, so I postponed my enrollment until September next year.As for my neighbor upstairs, after careful inquiry, I found out that he is one year younger than me and is preparing for the college entrance examination. I don’t know why he is so leisurely, wandering around all day long.It's a pity that I didn't ask for friendship.

Dinner is out.I sat on the coffee table and ate while listening to the radio. At this time, the sound of Lao Wang’s chainsaw also stopped, and Zhou Huai didn’t play his CD anymore. There was a lonely silence around me, only the people on the radio were still using the radio. A slightly hoarse voice broadcast.

Decoration chainsaw ([-])

Around ten o'clock in the evening, my upstairs neighbor came back.As for why I knew it so well, it was because I bumped into him again when I went downstairs to take out the trash.

"Good evening." This time I was still the first to say hello, with inexplicable tension and excitement.

he nodded to me