False evidence

Chapter 486 Floor Plan

The man in the Zhongshan suit flipped through a page haphazardly, picked up a pen, and quickly wrote in the blank space:

Her husband came back.

I knew it; with rain this heavy, we definitely wouldn't be able to drive out.

Brother, feel right at home here, don't be afraid of anything else.

Oh, right, you're soaking wet. Quickly dry yourself off and change your clothes.

As soon as he finished writing that sentence, he put down his pen, glanced at me from head to toe, and trotted into the inner room.

I picked up the bound A4 paper and looked at the few sentences he had just written. For a moment, I felt a sense of inferiority.

This stroke of calligraphy is so beautiful; it could practically be used as a calligraphy model.

I turned the page forward, read the contents, and couldn't help but click my tongue.

The handwriting is equally elegant and flowing, yet it contains obscene and offensive language:
On a certain day of a certain month of a certain year, at night, it was raining.
Zhang Heizi went to work, and no sooner had he left than "guests" arrived at his house again. I knew this would happen, so as soon as the alarm rang, I quickly put on my clothes and ran to the wall to listen.

This woman is really something else; just her screams alone are enough to make me…

I slammed the bound book down on the table, too afraid to look at it anymore. This guy... he must be a pervert!

The woman next door leads an extremely immoral life. As soon as her husband, who drives the night shift, goes to work, she opens the door to entertain guests at home. Except for a few days each month when she and her husband are off work, she is almost always available every night.

Moreover, she had more than one lover.

Compared to her, the current owner of this house, dressed in a Zhongshan suit, is equally impressive.

If Tong Xiangnan were here, he would immediately conclude that Tong Xiangnan has mental problems and suffers from a serious psychological illness.

Every time the woman next door secretly met her lover, he would hide under the courtyard wall and eavesdrop. Not only did he listen, but he would also write down everything in detail afterward, down to the smallest detail... He even knew the woman's menstrual cycle...

What does this mute man in the Zhongshan suit do for a living? I have a feeling he's an intellectual.
A...mentally unstable intellectual.

The man in the Zhongshan suit jogged out, put a stack of clothes in the chair, and gestured to me in sign language: "Hurry up and change your clothes, don't catch a cold."

I was soaked to the bone and felt incredibly uncomfortable. Although I found the situation extremely strange, I quickly ripped off my shirt, wiped myself off haphazardly, and changed into dry clothes.

Once I put the clothes on, I realized that it was actually a very straight-cut black Zhongshan suit.

Seeing that he was still wearing the same Zhongshan suit, I couldn't resist my curiosity and asked, "What's your name?"

He gestured, then shook his head, picked up the pen again, and wrote on the paper: Wang Ben
Then he wrote a few more words: I am a programmer.

I was speechless for a long time. This guy was actually the legendary—programmer?

Wang Ben then wrote on the paper: Aren't you feeling unwell? Change your pants too.

I quickly shook my head: "No need. Thank you."

He was so thoughtful, preparing clothes from head to toe. I was really uncomfortable, but I couldn't actually change into the ones he prepared, which were obviously the same style of boxer shorts he was wearing now, and they were even old...

Wang Ben stopped pressuring him and picked up his pen to write on the paper:

Last time it rained, it was the same. Zhang Heizi didn't go out, but came back in the middle of the night. It was a young man who climbed over the wall into my yard. They have a front door, but Zhang Heizi was in such a hurry and had a key that he just opened it. The young man didn't have time to use the front door, so he had to climb over the wall into my yard. Heh heh, he wasn't even wearing any clothes. I couldn't help but chuckle: "This woman, she certainly lives a very exciting life."

Wang Ben grinned, revealing a mouthful of broken teeth, and wrote:
That's right, you're the fourth one to get over the wall. Bro, don't rush, you'll be safe once you're here. Take a breath and tell me, what was it like? Exciting, right?
"I give up." I really wish Tong Xiangnan or Lao K were here. This man in front of me is just too morbid to the extreme.

At least that's how it seems to me.

Although I was curious about this perverted man, I hadn't forgotten my business, so I asked him again to confirm, "What's your address?"

He wrote the number 25 on the paper.

Then she wrote: You seem different from the three who came over by climbing over the wall before? Wasn't that guy you just now?
"You should use sign language, just don't go too fast." I'm finding this way of communicating a bit unbearable.

Wang Ben then wrote on the paper: Actions can never be described in words, they shouldn't be, they can't be. By the way, I used to love writing and listening to storytelling, and I would occasionally perform storytelling myself.

He slammed down his pen and gestured to me: "See, I spoke too frankly, without any tact, and people ruined my reputation."

Storyteller?
I was incredibly surprised. This guy isn't just a programmer, he can also tell stories? Was he made mute because he offended someone?
How can "Holy shit" even begin to describe how I feel right now...

Wang Ben gestured at me with his eyes shining: "Is that woman hot?"

Looking at his expression, I finally understood what his series of sign language gestures that I couldn't understand before meant. It was a way of describing the things between men and women in a way that wasn't expressed in language or writing.

This Wang Ben is definitely a classic case of mental illness, with a strong desire to pry into other people's privacy.

"I'm not the kind of person you think I am. I have no relationship with that woman... Zhang Heizi's wife."

I casually picked up the half-pack of cigarettes on the table, lit one, and walked to the door, looking around.

Wang Ben followed me over and gestured: "The noise doesn't sound right either. Brother, what do you do? Why are you at her house in the middle of the night?"
"I'm a veterinarian." My mind suddenly jumped, and I asked, "Hey bro, isn't number 23 next door?"

Wang Ben looked at me and suddenly smiled.

His smile was truly awful, but he made a gesture at me that felt extremely bizarre.

"No number 23?"

He nodded, then shook his head, ran over again, got paper and pen, and wrote: If you want to find number 23, I can take you there.

"What do you mean?" A huge question mark appeared in my mind. "You... can find number 23?"

Wang Ben grinned, flipped through a few pages of the paper, and showed it to me.

The same A4 paper, printed on the back, has a sketch drawn on the reverse side, clearly showing the words "Tanjiaqiao Alley" written in the middle of the passageway.
Holy crap! This is actually a floor plan from Tanjiaqiao!
I started counting from the kindergarten at the entrance of the alley, and saw a box marked number 21. The next box was unmarked, and then... number 25!
I asked directly, "Do you know where the 23rd is?"

This is really going too far. Just looking at the floor plan, there are buildings between 21 and 25. However, in reality, from the outside, 21 is right after 25.

I climbed over the wall from number 21 to get here, but Wang Ben says this is number 25. Cao Xinyun knocked on the door of number 25 before, and the homeowner there was clearly bald…

Wang Ben stared at me for a while, then suddenly laughed.

He smiled in a rather eerie way, and at the same time wrote a number—23—in the unmarked box between numbers 21 and 25 on the paper.

(End of this chapter)