There are two girls peeing on the roof.

Hello, everyone, I am a community security guard, the first story of suicide survivors, thank you.

It's 10: 43 in the evening, and Mary has just arrived home. She looked tired and went to the window of her daughter's room. As usual, she picked up the telescope on the table and looked at the building opposite.

There are people up there!

Mary's face is unusually serious. She holds a telescope in one hand and supports it on the desktop in the other. Her body twisted and leaned up out of the window, and her eyes blocked by the telescope added a glimmer of light.

Two girls are sitting on the rooftop opposite the top floor, revealing two mobile phone lights in the dark and vague figure.

There are two lights hanging from two black shadows. On the rooftop, outside this small world, it is the light of the city.

The sky is dark. What song are they listening to?

A soft voice climbed Mary's face. The two girls looked very happy, waving their arms, shaking goodbye and touching glasses from time to time. I think they are drinking soda. Are two simple girls with short hair, trousers, T-shirts and schoolbags off work or after school?

That building is unknown. Mary put down her telescope and prayed silently in her heart. Little girls, go home quickly and don't worry your mother.

"There is a couple taking wedding photos, the TV tower pokes the sky, and the sunset clouds are scattered a lot. Life is so beautiful that everyone is gentle. "

Juanxiu's demonstration words are on the draft paper, and the things on the table are the same as a month ago. Mary looked at the two lines of fine print, and tears rolled down and dripped on the paper, from wet to wet.

She couldn't believe that her quiet and optimistic daughter, who was usually so obedient, disappeared without saying a word. It's that building! That building is haunted! That building killed my daughter. If it hadn't been for that building, if that damn property had sealed and locked the roof, my daughter wouldn't have left her.

Those two little girls will not be bewitched by that ghost building, will they?

She quickly picked up the telescope. Two little girls were smoking? !

An indescribable emotion flooded into Mary's heart. Girls who smoke are not good at all. Climbing to such a high building, it is impossible to be dumped by a man and want to commit suicide.

After putting out cigarette butts one by one, the two girls separated to the two corners of the square roof. The night is dim and you can see clearly in front of the telescope. The girls huddled in the corner.

What the hell are those two women doing?

Mary adjusted the magnification of the telescope and focused on the girl who could see the whole picture. The girl took off her pants halfway.

That woman is peeing! Mary is not feeling well. How can such a woman pee on an empty roof? Isn't she afraid of being seen? Really, really shameless!

I don't go home at night, smoke, throw cigarette butts, maybe I just drank wine and now I pee like a girl. Why don't such people die? My daughter is so good, sensible and obedient, why can't she get over it?

"You don't deserve to live. Go to hell and jump. Right here. Jump. " When the two girls finished urinating, they stood on the roof with their arms on their shoulders. Mary saw this and muttered to herself.

From standing to sitting, the two girls waited for a long time but didn't jump. Mary lost interest and looked in a trance. She slumped in a chair beside her desk.

Her daughter's photo is on the desk. She doesn't know when her daughter printed this photo, and her clothes are dirty. She was holding a spray can and smiling happily. Behind her daughter is graffiti that she can't understand. A big wall was painted in a fancy and messy way, neither straight nor beautiful.

Twenty years old, my daughter hasn't graduated from college, and life has just begun. After passing the provincial exam, she did everything. She did so much for her future comfort. What's bothering her?

In fact, Mary really wants to read something about her daughter again. Unfortunately, it is clean, there is no suicide note, no diary, no love, no entanglement, and Mary can't figure it out.

She really wants to ask her daughter, am I not doing well? Are you going to be so cruel to your mother?

Bang! Mary was awakened by a slight noise.

Mary nervously picked up the telescope and looked across. It's clean. There's nothing on it.

It's half past eleven, the lights are dim in the distance, and this backward old street has fallen asleep.

Mary hurried downstairs and rushed into the yard of the opposite building. There is a faint light in the security room at the door, and there is no one inside.

There is nothing on the ground. The bodies of those two girls will not be sandwiched between buildings.

The elevator is so slow that Mary can't wait to knock a few times. The strange noise from the elevator friction made her break out in a cold sweat. Finally, I reached the top floor 16 floor, as if it had been a century before the elevator door slowly opened.

Mary climbed to the last floor, and the clatter of slippers echoed in the corridor. She went through the door and went to the top floor for the first time. Ordinary cement walls and floors, the roof wall on the top floor, are also a big piece of graffiti. This graffiti is exactly the same as the graffiti in my daughter's photo, and the flowers are in a mess.

Only no three no four people come here, right?

Mary went to the other side of the top floor and looked at the vertical stairs leading to the roof. Maybe the bodies of two girls are downstairs on the other side of the roof.

It suddenly occurred to her that she should call the police first, but it was too late now. Mary hurried out without anything.

Now she is desperate and hateful. Why are people so cold here? Didn't anyone notice that two girls jumped off the building? !

Are the security guards and property downstairs eating shit? This dangerous attic doesn't lock the door?

Mary struggled to climb the roof without hesitation, and a slipper fell, so she didn't have time to turn around. After going to the rooftop, I found that the height of the rooftop fence was only knee-high, two empty wine bottles were discarded at will, and cigarette butts were scattered all over the floor.

Mary stood, her meticulous hair blown away by the wind. She was wearing a white shirt and skirt with only one slipper on her feet. The moonlight broke through the clouds and was printed on her face, smoothing all wrinkles. This standing posture makes her taller than all the buildings nearby, funny and beautiful.

She approached the side where the girls disappeared on the rooftop and looked down timidly. It's too dark and too high to see anything.

Looking down to the left, Mary saw her daughter's room. I forgot to turn off the light when I left, but the light in the building where I live is still on, so why is only my daughter's light dim?

The wind is blowing and my eyes are moist. There is also a slipper on the air-conditioned table outside the window. Mary didn't dare to think, but she just understood.

This ghost building won't bewitch anyone. Her precious daughter wants to die countless times, but she has no idea.

Really don't know? What's the problem? Mary asked herself again and again.

Since when does my daughter like graffiti? Because high school didn't let her study art?

Why did my daughter buy a telescope at home?

When did the daughter begin to want to die?

Is the daughter in love?

Is the daughter lonely?

Why didn't I spend more time with her?

Mary stared at the small window and saw her daughter writing something on the table. But just for a moment, after a while, it was still a dim little window, where there was no daughter.

"Spend more time with me, baby." Mary whispered.

Mary fell gently from the roof like this.

Twenty minutes later, the police came. According to nearby residents, only a loud bang was heard.

People in small groups, finely sound:

"Well, it's a pity for mother and son."

"Her mother brought her up by herself. If she dies, her mother will definitely not be able to live. "