This is a clean and overly clean room. The interior is simple, with a light-colored double sofa, a glass coffee table in front of it, and a TV cabinet opposite the coffee table. However, because the area of ​​the room is too small, the distance between the TV and the sofa is really not far away. You can even reach the DVD player on the lower floor of the TV cabinet by leaning forward slightly. The autumn afternoon sun shines in from the window, shining with a few particles of dust in the air.

Behind the sofa is a row of bookshelfs of log color. Books of all sizes are arranged in their entirety. The bottom row of the bookshelf is the various movie discs treasured by the owner. The completely consistent disc packaging makes them look like a whole after they are arranged. However, if you observe these discs carefully, you will find the difference between the dozen discs placed side by side and other discs. The box of the disc is marked in the same position by the owner with a red marker. After the arrangement is made, it forms a red line with no difference. However, what do these marked discs represent? Perhaps only the owner of the disc knows. Wang Ziqiang is 35 years old this year. He is a small clerk in the community office. He is thin, fair-skinned, and even a little lacking in blood. He is a very ordinary person. If you have to say that there are any characteristics, it is probably his obsessive-compulsive symptoms of clean and tidy environment.

It is precisely because of this that his wife, who could not bear his cleanliness a few years ago, finally broke out one morning. These small shortcomings that looked cute when they were in love were infinitely magnified after marriage, which led to a sharp turn for the worse. Finally, after a three-month quarrel, they ended with a divorce agreement.

After all this, Wang Ziqiang gave up the property and left the once infinitely sweet home with his luggage. Then he bought this single house with only 40 square meters with a loan. Although the house was small, Wang Ziqiang regained his freedom and comfort here and had a space where he could make the decision entirely by himself. After Wang Ziqiang's maintenance, in his house, the PM2.5 was significantly lower than 0.08.

At this moment, Wang Ziqiang, who got off work early, was walking through a busy and slightly dirty street. This is the city's famous grocery street, old books, antiques, flowers and birds, small electronic products, and everything you need in life can be seen here. Wang Ziqiang held his slightly old leather briefcase that was wiped by him in one hand, and tried to resist those passers-by who frequently passed by him with the other. Everyone seemed not to hate the friction between strangers as he did. Finally, Wang Ziqiang exhaled and came to the destination of his trip. A slightly dilapidated audio and video store. With the popularity of the Internet and various digital electronic devices, these shops that sell tapes and video discs are gradually fading out of people's sight. Wang Ziqiang swallowed, reached out to grab the handle with a layer of dust on the surface, pushed open the door and walked in.

When he saw a customer coming, the waiter in the store was not particularly excited. At this moment, he was fighting next to the computer near the cashier counter at the door. The fierce sound of artillery fire in the game was heard through the inferior sound and echoed in the slightly empty store. Wang Ziqiang did not stop at all, just as the waiter at the door had never lifted his eyelids to look at him. But this was exactly what Wang Ziqiang hoped, and he didn't want others to know the purpose of coming here.

He hurriedly came to a corner with a large number of discs piled up. Most of the covers of these discs thrown in the carton were restricted images, with foreign women with flat breasts exposed, looking at the guests who came to choose with blurred eyes. Wang Ziqiang pushed his black-framed glasses and looked around and saw that there were no other customers in the store, so he squatted down to choose. Wang Ziqiang knew that these discs were actually pirated. He downloaded and burned them from the Internet and then simply packaged them. A disc worth a few cents appreciated by a dozen or twenty times.

Wang Ziqiang, who was selecting the cover content, did not expect that the shop owner also produced some other best-selling discs in addition to these pornographic films. The disc box he was holding at the moment actually contained a book "Resident Evil" that was mistakenly taken by an absent-minded waiter during sorting. This was not a big deal for other customers. At most, it was to find that the goods were wrong and then come and change it. But for Wang Ziqiang, this disc that was wrong would become the terminator of his life in an hour.

Finally, he finished shopping in this street that upset him. He hurried back home and resisted the anxiousness in his heart. Wang Ziqiang took a shower first, threw the changed clothes into the washing machine and pressed the washing button, and changed into a comfortable pajama. He was so refreshed that he finally sat in front of the sofa, turned on the DVD player, put the CD he had just bought in. He just pushed the DVD into the warehouse. Before the subtitles at the beginning of the disc ended, Wang Ziqiang couldn't wait to press the entry button. As a blue halo filled the house, Wang Ziqiang disappeared from his position.

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This is a little clean. Well, wait a moment, although the room is still neat, it is no longer as clean as a month ago. A thin layer of dust fell on the neat furniture discharged in the room that has been uninhabited for a long time. The sunlight shines in from the window, leaving the air with floating particles that are charming and floating in the air without any hiding. The video player that has not been turned off has finished playing the movie. At this moment, the blue English letters on the display bar are still lit up as usual, and the TV screen also shows a blue screen color. Even after so long, it is still lit up tenaciously. The remote control of the video player is thrown on the sofa, but the figure of the owner is missing next to it.

Suddenly, a strange clattering sound came from the door. It seemed that someone was opening the door, but the key was not very useful. The sound rang for about ten seconds. With a click, the door finally opened reluctantly. The person behind the door carefully pushed open a gap and waited for a while before opening the door. The person who pushed the door opened the door was a young man wearing a black leather jacket, about twenty-five or six years old, about 1.80 meters tall, slightly thin, wearing a black leather jacket, slightly tight jeans on his lower body, and neat short hair. The young man's face was very clear, and the tip of his nose was slightly raised at the end of the straight nose bridge. His thin lips were pursed at this moment, and this person had a slightly raised arc. This person had a very protagonist-like style.

Zhan Shaocheng pushed the door and walked in, stretched out his fingers to scratch the surface of the furniture. The accumulated dust proved his guess. The owner of the house had obviously not been at home for a long time, which made a wicked smile appear on the corner of Zhan Shaocheng's mouth. From now on, he will take over here and become the temporary master. He put a stack of letters signed by Wang Ziqiang under his armpit on the cabinet next to the sofa. Zhan Shaocheng went to the kitchen first to look at it, opened the refrigerator, raised his eyebrows with appreciation, and the owner would

His cleanliness was at its peak. The neat codes of food and beverages in the refrigerator were placed there, and it seemed to be in the supermarket. Except for a plate of scrambled eggs that seemed to have been in a long time. He picked a can of beer, and Mr. Zhan pulled the ring and started visiting the house while siping. Mr. Zhan liked to get more information through observation to decide when he should withdraw. However, this result made him somewhat strange. The owner was hanging on the wall next to the door.

The key and briefcase, the black leather of the briefcase had evenly dropped a layer of dust to make it look even older. The owner's clothes were all in the closet, and the suitcase was placed aside in a regular manner. It didn't look like he had been on a long-distance trip or a business trip. In addition to being neat, it could be seen that the owner did not plan to leave for a long time. The washing machine in the bathroom was the clothes that the owner had not come to dry after washing it. The TV and DVD player opposite the sofa were turned on, and there were leftovers left by the owner in the refrigerator in the kitchen. It seemed that the owner was planning to eat the next morning. However, it seems that the owner was very right to put plastic wrap on the dishes, otherwise the whole refrigerator would probably smell the food. Zhan Shao glanced around strangely. Everything in the house seemed to be that the owner suddenly went out after washing the clothes, but he never came back.
Chapter completed!