Stockings
Okay, please imagine this.
A small room. On the third or fourth floor of a building, other buildings can be seen from the windows. There is no one in the room. A man came in. He is in his late twenties, and his face is pale. He is not bad-looking, but his face doesn’t leave a lasting impression. He is thin, about 1.72 meters tall.
Have you imagined it?
He carries a black plastic Boston bag and puts it on the table in the middle of the room with a “thud.” It seems that the contents are heavy. He pulls the zipper and starts taking things out.
The first thing that comes out was a women’s black stockings. It’s not pantyhose, but the old-style two separate stockings. He takes out about a dozen in total. But he doesn’t seem interested in the stockings and threw them on the floor one by one without even looking at them. Black high-heeled shoes also come out. Again, they just get tossed casually. Next comes a big boom box. The man glances at it, [ZA3] but still doesn’t show much interest and places it on the floor.
It is not difficult to see from his expression that the man is becoming more irritated. What comes out next are five or six-packs of cigarettes, the HI-LITE brand. He opens one, takes out a cigarette, and lights it. He takes to puffs, shakes his head, throws the cigarette on the ground and, crushes it with his foot.
Suddenly the phone ring. He picks up the phone cautiously and says “Hello” quietly. The other party says something. “No, no, no,” the man replies. “It’s not the case at all. I don’t have a cat, and I don’t smoke. I haven’t eaten cheese soda crackers in ten years. Yes, the Fukuchiyama Line has nothing to do with me. It has nothing to do with me. Do you hear me?” He puts down the phone.
A half-full box of cheese soda crackers comes out of the bag. Then comes more the stockings. This time he pulls the stockings hard and looks at them carefully against the light.
Next, he puts his hands in his trouser pockets and takes out some coins. He drops them into the empty vase next to it. The stretch-out stockings he pulled are also thrown in together.
There is a knock on the door at this moment. The man hides the vase in the corner of the room and opens the door gently. Standing outside the door is a small bald man with a red bow tie. Stabbing the first man’s chest with a rolled newspaper and says something in a harsh voice.
Okay, here is a question:
What did the bald man say?
Please answer within fifteen seconds.
Translated by Zefan Hu