C4 A Fortuitous Encounter at Home

I went in quickly and locked the door behind me. I went to the closet in the bedroom and got a suit of Dad's clothes.

As I was about to leave, I suddenly saw that my door was open.

My house used to be a three-bedroom room, one master bedroom and one study, and the other room was mine. After I moved out, my mother locked that room, and I hadn't been inside it for a long time.

Now that the door was open, it seemed slightly different from what I remembered.

I couldn't help but walk in.

My room was pink, and when I was a child I was afraid of the dark, and refused to sleep alone. My mother had pasted a lot of masked knights and black cat police officers on the walls, and she said that as long as they guarded me, the bad guys would be chased away.

It was still the wall in my memory, the masked knight in my memory. Large photos of me were still hung on the wall …

Wait, the person in this photo … Who is it?

This isn't me!

I stared at the photo in shock. In it was a little girl with a teardrop in the corner of her eye. She had a small, malnourished face.

It was obviously another child, a face I had never seen before.

This image was taken in kindergarten the year that preschool students were promoted to primary school. At the time, I was dancing "Wahaha" on the lawn. My mother had bought the doll dress for me on a business trip. It had the pattern of a Mickey Mouse on it. My round face was red from the heat and my eyes were rimmed with laughter.

The girl in the picture was wearing a Mickey Mouse dress like mine, about the same age as I was then, but with a ponytail, and she seemed reluctant to sit on a stool and rub the hem of her skirt.

I looked over at each of the framed photographs on the wall, pictures of her taken at the same age.

The same arrangement, primary school photos, spring travel photos, dressed as a little princess art photos.

But not me.

As long as I'm not blind, I know it's not me.

Who is this child?

Or rather, who am I?

Impossible! In all my memories, I was the only daughter of my family. I never had an older sister or younger sister. Besides, she was nothing like me.

Are my memories all fake? Am I dreaming?

For a moment, my mind was a mess. My body went limp and I sat down on the carpet.

His butt felt like it was being split apart. It hurt so much.

I rubbed my ass and jumped up. The floor was uneven and there was something under the carpet.

As soon as he lifted the carpet, he was stunned.

The marble tiles on the floor were carved with spirals.

It was a magnified "Seven Maze."

The only difference between it and the mini version was that the transparent ball at the entrance and the other seven balls randomly placed were deeply embedded in the ground, with only the upper half of the ball protruding out slightly. It was at this point that I was halfway out of the way.

What do you mean?

Why is there one on the floor of my room?

The BP machine vibrated again. This time it was a string of random codes.

"Q12K71. Shu

I was stunned for a long time before I remembered that this was the code for a thousand words.

No release? Is it because I don't want to unravel this seven-way maze?

It was Shuyue. She knew what was going on. Yes, I should hurry back to the hospital. Only by seeing my mother and Shuyue, I will know what happened.

I picked up my clothes and started out, but stopped midway.

If Uncle Wang and that fake Big Treasure were still in the elevator, would it be safe to go out?

I walked to the door quietly and peeked out through the peephole.

Two expressionless faces were outside the security door.

Uncle Wang and Big Treasure seemed to have become strangers that I had never met.

I took a few steps back, but the door was locked. The father and the son are probably waiting for me. The Uncle Wang had lived in this building for more than 10 years.

Especially Big Treasure, a child a few years old could actually hide himself so deeply.

What should I do, call my mom, call Shuyue. Call the police.

I hurried into the living room and picked up the phone to dial.

There was no familiar beep and the line was cut.

The only exit was blocked, the phone couldn't get through, so I ran to the balcony. Luckily, I lived on the third floor, so no matter how loud I shouted for help, someone would still be able to hear me.

Walking out of the balcony, I was blinded by the sunlight. This was not a dream, everything was normal outside, knowing that my mother was calling for summer from a tree, the quilts under the sun and the warm smell of the sun, I could even hear that it was the 2: 30 replay Zongge that I was watching.

I stuck my head out the window and looked around. The grown-ups were at work and the park downstairs was empty.

Suddenly, his eyes lit up. His savior had arrived. The security guards of the residential complex were heading this way.

In the past, there were no security guards in this building, but in the 1990s, there were a lot of people outside the city, so the security was getting worse. In the past, there were no security guards in this building, but in the 1990s, there were a lot of people outside the city, so the security was getting worse.

The new security guard didn't recognize me. Just now, he stopped me and asked which floor I came from.

He must have had some impression of me.

But then I thought that if I called him, he would definitely meet Uncle Wang at the door first.

Uncle Wang would not call herself a bad person, but would very likely slander me as a thief or something.

The security guard didn't recognize me, and I couldn't remember my mother's phone number. If he came in, how could I prove that I was the daughter of this family?

The phone line was cut, and all the pictures in my room were of someone else.

There was nothing in the house that proved my existence.

Then he could only enter the Public Security Bureau.

I was small to go in, but I wanted to see my father again, and I wanted to see him off in my own clothes.

There was no helping it, if he was really bewitched by Uncle Wang, I would pretend to submit, and then, while Uncle Wang was unprepared, I would run out the door and look for Uncle Polo Shirt.

Thinking about this, I shouted at the top of my lungs, "Uncle Security!" Save me, save me! "Save me!"

The guard looked up and met my eyes.

Then he looked past me and back, and I looked transparent.

He just tilted his head and looked at me a few more times before he left.

I suddenly felt that my three views had been subverted. From the looks of the current situation, I should be a ghost.

There was no picture of me in my room, and the security guard couldn't see me.

According to the toilet reading, most living people don't see a ghost.

I felt myself, warm, breathing, unable to walk through walls, and there were shadows. When I walked in the front door, the security guard stopped me and asked me where I was going. If I were a ghost, Uncle Wang wouldn't be able to pat my shoulder.

So I must exist, not only in the spiritual world, but also in the physical world.

Then why can't the security guard see me?

There were only two possibilities. First, he was pretending. Second, he was blind.

If he was faking it, then he was definitely Uncle Wang's group. Right now, he definitely wanted to come up and meet Uncle Wang, then break into the house. This would be detrimental to me, otherwise, if I continued to call out from the balcony, other people would sooner or later hear him.

Then what should I do? If we were to fight head on, I reckon that Uncle Wang and the kids wouldn't be able to move fast enough. If it were two men, it would be obvious that we wouldn't be able to beat them.

While he was thinking, the security guard walked over from afar with a few newspapers in his hand. He was chatting happily with an auntie who was out walking a dog.

The security guard didn't seem to be in a hurry to catch me.

They stopped in front of my building, and I saw a glimmer of hope.

"Help! Help! Auntie, save me. "

The pet dog immediately raised its head and barked a few times in my direction.

The dog auntie looked in my direction.

She seemed to see me, but the feeling was fleeting, and her eyes were empty. He looked past me once more, looked behind me, and then searched for something.

She turned to the security guard and said, "Wow, I just saw a student shouting for help on the balcony over there. If you keep looking, it's gone. Are my eyes playing tricks on me?"

The security guard also looked over and retracted his gaze. "I didn't see anything."

The dog continued to bark at me, and Auntie tugged at Doggie's rope. "If you continue calling me that, I won't be able to eat any more canned food."

I froze on the balcony.

Shuyue told me before that no matter what, I should not scare myself. There was nothing in the world that could not be explained. Logic, where's my logic? Her left brain had to hurry up and go online!

I suddenly thought of the Maze of Seven on the floor of the room.

Shuyue had told me before that the Seven Maze Ways were named the Seven Maze Ways in English. It originated from the Hopi tribe in North America, and it was said that the Hopi race had once built a large Seven Maze Ways in the Mugelong Mountains. They hid their way out of the maze within the songs and songs, using the pattern of the maze as a totem for their tribe.

Unfortunately, the remains of the maze had already been destroyed, and the correct path to the maze had also been lost.

When Shuyue was still studying in the Massachusetts Province, she had participated in a project to research on the Indian Tribe. She reconstructed the route of the labyrinth through various documents.

And the game she gave me, only five colored balls, is a simple modified version.

The real trick was to push the seven colored balls that were randomly placed in the maze into the hole in order. Until now, no one had been able to open them.

In fact, using a white ball to push the colored ball is not difficult, what is difficult is to order. The difficulty of path and sequence planning increases in a secondary direction as the number of colored balls increases, which is why it only takes me two minutes to push a single colored ball, but not five colored balls for half a year.

Many ancients believed that the revelation from nature not only reflected the link between man and the universe, but was also regarded as a response to God's laws of creation.

For example, the veins of the leaves and the shapes of lightning, the whirlpools of the sea, and the rings of the trees, such as the changing period of the moon, are 29.53 days, and the average menstrual period of a woman is 29.53 days.

As for the seven-path maze, it was a metaphor for how the gods created the universe in order from the primal chaos step by step. It could also be said that the labyrinth was a symbolic symbol of the creation of the world by gods.

Seven colored balls, pushed by the white ball through a complicated maze, finally into the hole in sequence, need precise design, only one step wrong can not turn back. Just as God designed the world, if a tiny detail in the middle went wrong, it was probably not a human but a pig that was walking on the street today.

Shuyue has always been using this game to instill in me the logic that random things have a potential. Only a meticulous person can solve this mystery step by step.