Peeking at the beautiful woman's room, I accidentally witnessed her being killed all the time.

At 8 o'clock in the evening, the woman came home on time.

She took off her knee-high black down jacket, revealing a gentle and lovely waist, turned around, and a sweet smile appeared on her slightly tired face and held out her hand. An orange cat jumped into her warm arms.

While stroking the orange cat, she walked to the TV and let her body sink into the soft sofa.

After watching the latest popular costume love TV series for half an hour, she turned off the TV, put down the orange cat and took out her mobile phone, as if playing a piece of music. Her slender arms whirled in the air, her toes tapped on the ground and danced as if floating in the clouds.

He smiled, and his left hand holding the telescope was a little sour, so he switched to his right hand and continued to spy on the movements of strange women dozens of meters away.

He lay prone on the windowsill on the second floor, maintaining a Columbus-style posture of looking at the new continent. In order to avoid being found, the curtain was only half open, which was enough to fill almost all the fun in his life.

He came to this city six months ago and worked as an administrative assistant in a small company. Bow your head to the boss's lukewarm face every day and get a meager salary every month.

Looking forward, the future is far away, looking back, the retreat is muddy, so you can only close your eyes and let time cut back and forth in your heart like a knife. Fortunately, this knife is fast enough and there is no pain.

After punching in every day, he will be relieved and then a little heavy.

Squeeze into the elevator, squeeze out of the elevator, turn up your collar and blend into the street. It seems that everyone in this city is wearing a pair of transparent armor. No matter how you squeeze or bump, you won't get hurt or get close.

I don't know when he began to feel afraid of going back to that small and cold apartment. Every time he stands at the door and raises the key, he hesitates. His brain tries to search whether there is anything to do today, what restaurant he wants to go to and who he wants to meet.

But the result is always no, busy cities make people want to be barren.

He put the key into the lock hole, just like putting the key into his heart, opening an empty room, just like a dead man returning to the grave, closing his eyes and being buried alive in a blank time, even stopping dreaming.

Until one day he was wandering in the street, he went into a shop and picked up a pair of binoculars. He saw a couple of young men and women kissing passionately in a building a few hundred meters away.

A smile finally appeared on his long-dried face. He bought a telescope and went home without hesitation, searching for the scenery outside the window. That night, he found a beautiful woman who keeps cats, watches TV and likes dancing.

At half past nine, the woman wiped the sweat from her forehead and went into the bathroom to take a bath. The orange cat strolled lazily to the balcony and jumped on the concrete fence. It seemed to find him and stared at his direction for a long time.

He smiled and waved to the orange cat. The bathroom door opened and the woman came out in pink pajamas with a picture of Peggy the pig on it.

The orange cat turned back to the woman. The woman squatted down and patted its head, closed the glass door of the balcony and didn't notice the line of sight dozens of meters away. She went back to her room to sleep.

The light went out, leaving only the darkness that can absorb sound in the field of vision.

He contentedly put down his telescope and ended the day.

He is a peeping tom, adding fun to his own life by observing other people's lives.

But he peeped at others, not out of physical impulse, nor because of psychological imbalance or jealousy, but mainly to enjoy the sense of superiority that he could control others' every move, while others knew nothing about him.

In the process of voyeurism, he also belittled each other. In his view, that beautiful woman's life is just a stage play that he enjoys alone, while that beautiful woman is reduced to a marionette, performing unconsciously under his nose.

That night, he came home as usual, took out a lunch from the refrigerator and put it in the microwave oven to heat it, then turned on the TV and watched TV series while eating lunch.

Perhaps influenced by beautiful women, he also played with them.

The plot mainly tells the story of a woman who entered the harem and attacked from a humble maid-in-waiting to become a queen. Although a bit vulgar and deliberately sensational, the audience is mainly women, but he also enjoys imagining the reaction of beautiful women when watching the drama.

At 8 o'clock, the heroine in the TV series was kneeling in front of the emperor to defend herself because of the framed by a noble princess.

He turned off the TV, sat by the window and was about to raise his telescope when he suddenly felt a chill coming from the window. He looked up, and the sky was as black as ink, as if it were just above his head, with a morbid glow under the city lights, and it was going to rain at any time.

He closed the window, turned on the air conditioner and raised his telescope.

The beauty went home and the orange cat came to pick her up. She sat on the sofa with the orange cat in her arms and turned on the TV. Everything was as usual.

She must have been very angry when she saw the woman being framed. In this way, his eyes shifted to TV with the beauty, only to see the heroine in the play, Guan Feng, sitting in a high position, kneeling on the ground to criticize the imperial concubine who framed her.

Is the plot turning so fast? He muttered that he would sit up and pay attention to the play.

The beauty was immersed in the plot, suddenly looked at the direction of the door, hesitated, picked up the orange cat from her lap and put it on the coffee table, and got up to open the door.

Inexplicably nervous in his heart, he adjusted the focal length of the telescope and changed the angle, but he still couldn't see the situation at the door. He only saw the back of a beautiful woman shaking, and seemed to have an argument with the people at the door.

Then, the beauty struggled violently, suddenly her body fell back and her feet unconsciously accelerated a few steps. The back of her head hit a corner of the tea table, and warm blood flowed all over the floor along the legs of the tea table. The beautiful woman's limbs twitched and stopped.

The orange cat was frightened and jumped off the balcony and ran away.

It has been cloudy, but it still hasn't rained.

The first time he saw the scene of the murder, he felt as if he had just fished it out of ice water, and there was no warmth under the warm air of the air conditioner.

I don't know when the telescope in my hand fell to the ground. After a pause, he picked it up and was about to spy on the beautiful woman's house again, only to find a vague figure standing on the balcony of the beautiful woman's house, as if looking at him.

The telescope in his hand fell to the ground again. He quickly squatted down, raised his head and pulled the curtain tightly.

When his body stopped shaking so badly, he took out his mobile phone and pressed 1 twice, and suddenly froze.

If you ask him how he saw the scene of the murder, wouldn't it reveal that he was spying on others?

He's already checked. Peeping at others is an invasion of privacy and will be subject to administrative punishment.

His thumb hovered over 0 for a long time, but he didn't press it at last.

Anyway, it has nothing to do with yourself, it was just an accident, so why bother?

He sat on the ground for a while, threw the telescope under the bed and went straight to bed.

In the dream, a beautiful woman stood on the opposite balcony and stared at him. A pair of innocent eyes opened wide, as if asking him, "Why didn't you call the police to save me?" Blood still flowed out from the back of her head, along the balcony, through the streets and walls, and climbed up the windowsill of his house.

It has been a week, and he has lost weight almost at the speed visible to the naked eye.

No more peeping, no more watching TV, and even afraid to sleep. I look forward to the dawn with my eyes open every night.

Careless hair is like weeds, and dark circles are as big as pandas. The way his colleagues in the company looked at him was like seeing a ghost, which aggravated his inner doubts.

On this day, a message that the manager ordered him to send to the customer was missed by him, and he didn't remember it until after work.

The manager pointed to his nose and scolded him: "You don't pay attention to your health at a young age, you don't know where to fool around every night, and you don't work hard." Do you still want to do it! "

I didn't even eat dinner, so I ran to the client's house to deliver the information. The customer gave him an impatient look, closed the door again, and coldly left a sentence: "What to send after work? Let's talk about it tomorrow. "

When he got home, he threw the information in his hand on the ground. He covered his face with his hand and walked unconsciously to the window.

Looking out of the window, he was suddenly startled, jumped back a few steps like an electric shock, and stumbled backwards until his back hit the wall.

This small and empty room is full of rapid and chaotic breathing.

After a pause, he climbed under the bed with his hands and feet, found out the telescope, threw himself on the windowsill, and looked in the familiar direction with the telescope.

In the round view, the beautiful woman just got home, caressing the orange cat and walking to the sofa.

Putting down the telescope, he froze for a long time.

Is it a ghost? Or is she just injured and has recovered now?

He paced up and down the apartment uneasily, peeping at the beautiful woman's house with a telescope from time to time.

The beautiful woman was absorbed in watching TV with a familiar sweet smile on her face. She had no idea that dozens of meters away, a man was engaged in a fierce and even crazy ideological struggle for her.

Finally, he seems to have made up his mind, put the telescope in his pocket, walked out of the apartment and walked to the woman's house according to the map in his memory.

It's late spring, and the wind is biting. It was supposed to be the time when nightlife was about to start, but there were few pedestrians on the street. On the one hand, it is not the most prosperous downtown, on the other hand, everyone goes home to enjoy air conditioning.

As soon as he went out, he regretted wearing less clothes, but he didn't go home to get clothes. He just put his hands in his pockets and shrank his shoulders to keep going against the wind, because he was afraid that once he turned around, he would never have the courage to look for that woman again.

Counting from house to house, he stopped at the woman's door. Although he was in a mess, he reached out and knocked at the door.

During the short waiting time, he kept thinking about what to do if he knocked on the wrong door and what to do if the door didn't open. Before he could make up his mind, the door in front of him opened with a sigh.

He looked up when the heating of the air conditioner blew on his face. Beauty has never been so close to him, and there is even a disproportionate unreality.

The woman is taller than he expected, and half of her body is hidden behind the door. The alert expression adds a sense of Leng Yan that is different from usual.

What can I do for you?

Before he could speak, the woman asked.

"Well," he said stupefied, "I live nearby. I heard that you seemed to be injured the other day, so I came to see. "

The woman frowned, and most of her body hid behind the door: "I'm not hurt, are you looking for the wrong person?"

"No, I saw it with my own eyes ..." He quickly corrected. "I heard that your head was hit on the coffee table, and you must be hurt. Let me see ... "

Before he finished, the woman would close the door. He rushed into the room and grabbed the woman's arm.

The woman was frightened to disgrace and was about to call for help, but she was covered with her mouth. The door was kicked open and slammed shut.

He was about to turn the woman around to look at the scar on the back of her head, but she got a burning slap in the face. Looking down, the woman was kicking his legs.

He quickly pushed the woman away, stepped back, leaned against the door, and raised his head, as if the scene in his memory was repeated before his eyes.

The woman staggered back a few steps and banged in the corner of the tea table. Her round eyes looked at him as if in a dream.

The cat gave a cry and jumped off the balcony.

His legs went weak and he fell to the ground. Then he stood up hurriedly, walked to the woman sitting in a pool of blood, reached out and snored as hard as in the TV series, and then shrank back like lightning.

No longer breathing, he vaguely heard the voice of the TV series, turned around and saw that the imperial concubine in the TV series was kneeling on the ground crying and pleading with the hostess.

He took out his telescope, went to the balcony and looked at the windowsill of his house.

My panicked face appeared in the field of vision of the telescope, exactly the same as it was a week ago.

As soon as his hand was released, the telescope hit the balcony fence and fell downstairs, and the broken lens burst out.

The sky is still so gloomy, but it seems to be lower than last time, and the color on it is like erratic thunder.

He turned and ran downstairs, running in the empty street. He wanted to run home a week ago and tell himself, "Call the police, call the police. You saw it. Why not call the police? Just call the police, maybe everything will be different. "

At the last intersection, an orange shadow suddenly jumped down from the wall. He turned around and saw that it was the woman's cat.

The orange cat grabbed his blocked hand, brought out a few drops of blood, leaned over the wall, and then disappeared over the wall.

He stepped back in a panic and came to the road. Suddenly, there was a screeching halt behind him. Turning around, he saw a red roadster galloping, and the young people in the car were flushed with drunkenness.

Bang, he flew into the sky, and the red sports car disappeared before landing.

He fell to the ground like a rag, his limbs twisted into strange shapes and he trembled slightly. He put the pain into his unconscious mind and felt a warmth behind him. That's blood, but his body is getting cold.

He looked at the sky on his back, and a long-lost drop of rain fell on his face, bringing a relaxed coolness.

It's finally raining.

Perhaps I heard the crash, and countless high-rise residential buildings around me lit up. Many people gathered in front of the window and looked at the street.

Someone screamed and covered his mouth. Someone saw it and immediately turned to close the curtains.

And more people, like him, watched with interest at the window, watching the rain drench his whole body and watching his blood drain slowly until he died.

Original: "Peeping and Killing"

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