Chapter 57: Groundbreaking 14┃The old man blowing the whistle.

At 10 o'clock in the evening, everyone couldn't stay in the house, so they simply went to the corridor to breathe and cool off.
Since knowing that the top of the tube tower is slowly gathering inward, everyone feels that the upper patio mouth has become narrow and narrow, and every time they look up, there is a sense of suffocation like the roof.
Sha Liu, Qiu Lu and Xinmiao, the three girls gathered together against the fence, their faces nervously discussing something.
"I always feel that Shaliu is not normal." Ke Xun shook the big pu fan and glanced at the three girls not far away.
"Speaking of speaking, I have experienced the last painting. If you are nervous, no one is nervous, but her previous performance is not like this." Wei Dong looked at Sha Liu coldly, always feeling that this girl was a bit scary.
Indeed, the so-called nature is difficult to change. When people face terrorist incidents, they tend to show their truest self-Sha Liu did not panic and be frightened when facing the dark corpse sky. What is out is the uncommon calmness of young girls, as well as the self-protection that they do their best.
In the afternoon, when everyone was discussing "Bamboo Shoots Breaking the Ground", she was a little out of control. She heard the new instructions from the NPC during dinner, and was a little impatient. I don't know if she found something or had other purposes.
Sha Liu's eyes were also staring at Ke Xun and the others at this time, but the words on her lips did not stop: "In short, once the groundbreaking is completed, we all have to die."
Qiu Lu was a little anxious: "I have said these words at the dinner table just now. I just wanted to ask, is there anything else?"
Sha Liu showed a hesitant expression: "I didn't deliberately hide it from you. After all, everyone did not think of a solution, and I was afraid that it would scare you again."
"Everyone knows well, this is fair!" Qiu Lu said hurriedly, and Xin Miao nodded straight beside her.
Sha Liu looked up at the top of the patio, and seemed to have a lot of courage: "Do you remember the disappearance of the stairs the night before?"
When the two heard this, they both looked at the direction of the stairwell with lingering fear.
"Brother Mu thinks that the sudden shrinkage of the patio mouth may be related to tonight's incident." Sha Liu's hand on the railing trembles slightly, obviously also very scared.
Xinmiao was shocked: "You, you mean, the change at the mouth of the patio is actually the same as the disappearance of the stairs?"
Sha Liu nodded with difficulty: "Brother Mu made this analysis, but he just mentioned it casually and didn't say much."
Xinmiao's face was as pale as paper: "Brother Mu always speaks very accurately...what shall we do? The whole building will kill us!"
Qiu Lu was too scared to speak, and after a long time she said: "If the tube tower is closed, then the monster will catch the turtle in the urn to us."
"I don't know how the ghost of 307 is going to harm people. It won't really chop us into meat!" Xin Miao began to make a terrifying association.
"Maybe it's not as intuitive and simple as we thought, just like the white woman last night... Who would have thought that Shou Zhu would die in that way..." Sha Liu said with difficulty the matter of last night.
Xinmiao was trembling with fright, "I'm the only one left in 402. I don't want to be designed by someone to die. If I encounter something like Shouzhu last night, I would rather die first!"
"But we'd better not touch the hard conditions of the NPC, or else they will die suddenly and uncontrollably like Tina and Chihuahua." Sha Liu analyzed.
The other two girls also thought she was right, and also admitted that Sha Liu was the smartest of the three girls. Qiu Lu asked directly, "Do you have any good ideas?"
Sha Liu sighed, "All I can think of is that stupid way. If it doesn't work, I jumped out of the window... After all, there is a cement wall outside, so let’s not escape to the outside world... Besides, if we live on the fourth floor, we don’t have to. I must fall to death..."
The two girls thought about it silently, Qiu Lu's eyes lit up slightly: "The original words of the NPC are: Don't go out! If we go out the window, is it considered a loophole in the text?"
Sha Liu looked at Qiu Lu: "What you said makes sense. The concierge only said not to go out, but did not say not to jump the window."
Xin Miao was still afraid: "That is like jumping between the outer wall and the concrete wall!"
Sha Liu and Qiu Lu were very calm: "We went to the gate this afternoon. There will be an hour of opening time every day at 5 o'clock in the afternoon for those who buy groceries or get off work. There is between the concrete wall and the outer wall. Empty, the passage leads directly to the outside."
"but……"
"This is also an extremely helpless way, in case you really encounter the situation like Shouzhu yesterday, or something more unbearable than that..." Qiu Lu frowned, "I might as well jump out the window and die. Live to live."
Xinmiao nodded in front of Qiu Lu's determination.
Sha Liu didn't say anything.
From the courtyard downstairs, the concierge's uncle's voice came: "Go back to the house, it's about to turn off the lights!"
Everyone had to go back to their rooms and continue to face the darkness and all the unknown.
After returning to 411, Ke Xun suddenly found that the small window facing the corridor was missing the curtains: "Who took our curtains?"
Mu Yiran's voice was calm: "There are no curtains in every room. NPC should have done it."
Ke Xun looked at the bucket placed in the corner of the bedroom. It was estimated that the NPC took away the curtains while putting the urine bucket.
In order to avoid embarrassment, Ke Xun hardly drank much water. He drank very little porridge at night, and Mu Yiran didn't even drink porridge.
Both of them slept enough at noon and sat on the bed at this time.
"Will this person tonight have a walking route like Yafen?" Ke Xun recalled Yafen last night, no matter which floor he was on, he walked counterclockwise.
"There may also be rules here." Mu Yiran looked at the unobstructed window, the moonlight was very bright tonight, and he could even see the railings in the corridor.
Ke Xun likes to listen to Mu Yiran's speech in such dark nights. His voice is never sloppy, and his coldness is full of mellowness: "According to the rules of last night, after Yafen came out of 410, he never sounded 410 again. The door should be the same tonight."
Ke Xun had never thought about it in this detail before: "It seems that people in 307 will not knock on their own door again, but will go straight to another house. The 309 where Shouzhu and them live has been given the key. Vacancy, that is, 307 people will go directly to the fourth floor."
In an environment like the fourth floor, it is fake to not be nervous to discuss such things, but Ke Xun sat next to Mu Yiran, inexplicably feeling very practical.
Mu Yiran's voice sounded again: "If the person at 307 is also walking counterclockwise, then he will go upstairs from the stairs between 305 and 304, and after reaching the fourth floor, he will go counterclockwise to 402."
Ke Xun's voice continued: "If the person walks in the opposite clockwise direction, then he will go upstairs from the stairs between 308 and 309, and when he goes up the fourth floor, he will come to 410 clockwise."
No matter how you judge, 411 will not be the first.
It is cruel to say, but there will always be an example to let people know what kind of person came out of 307, what he would do to these people, and whether he would knock on the door politely like Yaffin did last night.
A coughing sound came from outside, and the voice was a little old.
"Wangfu--" a shout suddenly sounded, frightening people.
Ke Xun and Mu suddenly got out of bed together and looked at the window from a suitable angle, so that they could see the outside without bringing the whole person to the window.
A staggering old man appeared in the corridor on the fourth floor. His legs seemed to be a little lame, his body crouched, holding a basin in his hand, and his other hand seemed to be stirring something in the basin.
This person is exactly the same as Qin Ci described before.
"Wangfu--Wangfu--go home--" The old man's voice was a little hoarse, but he was still shouting with all his strength, as if he was calling a child who had not returned home.
The old man walked forward counterclockwise with his staggering steps, knocked on the basin with his hand, and made a banging sound: "Wangfu-it's time to eat-come back -"
The old man was groping for something in front of his chest, and soon he let out a sharp whistle, which seemed to be blowing the whistle hanging on his chest. The whistle blew into a rhythm, listening carefully as if it was a long tone. Wangfu".
The old man finally stopped in front of door 402, stopped blowing his whistle, and no longer screamed hoarsely, just stood quietly in front of door 402.
This stagnation makes people feel an inexplicable sense of depression.
In the end, the old man broke the silence himself, knocked on the basin in his hand, knocked again, and gradually turned into a frantic and angry beating. The sound of Bang Bang Bang was like some kind of spell in the night, trying to summon some fierce beast.
"Wangfu! Come out! Come out!" The old man's voice was very anxious, and he lay down on the window of 402, knocking on the window with something in his hand: "Come out, Wangfu!"
This nervous screaming and beating lasted about ten minutes before it slowly ended.
It is hard to imagine what kind of psychological pressure Xinmiao, who lives alone in 402, has just experienced.
The old man seemed to be tired from shouting, dragging heavy steps and continuing counterclockwise, knocking on the basin or blowing a whistle every few steps he took.
After a while, the desperate scream sounded again: "Wangfu—Wangfu—Go back—"
In counterclockwise order, the next door is 411.
"Don't get too close." Mu Yiran went back to the bed and sat down, Ke Xun also sat back softly.
The angle chosen by the two is right on the window, it should be difficult to see the person inside from the outside.
"Wangfu, don't be naughty, come out!" The old man's voice came to the window of 411 like a nightmare.
The window was struck hard, making an angry bang.
Ke Xun could vaguely see that the old man was holding something like a big iron spoon.
The windows rang for a long time, every time I felt that the glass was about to shatter, but it did not happen.
"Wangfu! Wangfu!!! Wangfu!!!" The old man's voice became more and more irritable. When his emotions reached the extreme, he let out a cry, "Come back--"
With this cry, the scene in front of the window changed drastically.
Ke Xun could feel that Mu Yiran beside him became stiff. The entire window was filled with a huge face, which belonged to an old man, wrinkled and unshaven.
What is even more uncomfortable is the expression on this face, which is an expression of forbearing grief, suffocating the tears in his eyes, biting his lips tightly, and the whole face is trembling...
"Wangfu! Go home!" the crying giant face begged, haggard in the shabby.
Ke Xun and Mu sat motionlessly.
The huge face no longer made a sound, but pressed closer to the front, and the muddy eyes tried their best to look in, and some gray eyes turned around, as if trying to see every corner of the room.
The huge face, the constantly rotating eyes, and the gushing breath form a huge oppression and terror.
Ke Xun avoided looking at the huge face of the window, closed his eyes lightly, and imagined himself as a piece of furniture and a stone.
After a long time, the old man finally blew his whistle and knocked the window of the next 410 with the iron spoon in his hand...
But Mu Yiran quietly walked to the window and watched quietly for a long time.
The old man's behavior at 410 was still the same. When his emotion reached a certain peak, he started knocking on the window frantically, yelling, crying, cursing...
After it was over, the old man hobbled upstairs.
Only then did Mu Yiran gently return to the bedside: "From the outside, that person's entire body shape has not changed. The huge face in front of the window just now should be a kind of field or..."
"Magic realism style." Ke Xun summed it up.
Mu Yiran nodded unexpectedly, "It makes sense."