Community Puzzles

In a restaurant, someone casually placed a glass full of a transparent drink on the dining table. Soon after, sirens blared and people rushed towards the fire escape, but many people ran in the wrong direction.

New Year is approaching, Mom has been acting strange lately, while Dad is all smiles. I swapped their positions, a customer came, the customer screamed, Dad went crazy, and Mom cherishes me exceptionally much.

A man is driving a car with his wife sitting beside him. Someone ahead waves to flag down his car, the man drives straight past. He turns his head and sees his wife clapping, and is terrified.

I moved into the top floor of an old building. There is no elevator here, and at the end of the corridor stands an iron door that is always locked. A yellowed note is stuck to the door, which reads "Don't look back, don't answer". I check all doors and windows every night before bed to confirm they are all locked, yet I can always hear a faint knock outside my door at 3 a.m., with a steady rhythm of three knocks each time, then silence after. I never answered, never opened the door, and never looked back towards the corridor. Until the seventh day, the knocking did not come. I breathed a sigh of relief, got up and walked to the window, took one look out, and instantly froze all over, then fell to the ground dead. Please deduce: the meaning of the note, the source of the knocking, why you cannot look back or answer, the real reason for my death, and the secret behind the iron door (five core truths, all must be included)

He saw his own name appear on a death notice in the hospital ward, but at that moment, his heartbeat was still steady.

Running east and west, never at rest The stinking reek hides a meaning unclear Blood spurts and flies, old friends disappear On death’s anniversary, life still goes on here Mad revenge leaves nothing but vain despair Fifty or a hundred, it’s for nothing else

I am a new graduate who just moved to a big city to start working. To save money, I rented a cheap small windowless studio apartment to live alone. One day I worked overtime until late at night, dragged my exhausted body home, casually put the hot beef noodles I bought on the table, then went to the bathroom to take a shower first. After I finished showering, I sat down ready to dig in. But I only took one bite before I dropped my chopsticks in terror, ran out of the apartment and called the police. What happened?

A group of people are crowding around me asking questions. Luckily I am quick-witted enough to answer them. Only when the entire world collapses can I stop answering.

After I died, I met an angel. He told me that as long as I experience the death process of every soul I killed, I can go to heaven. I happily agreed, but very soon, I regretted it...

I am a single father, and my daughter Xiao Ya has recently kept saying that there is a "monster" talking to her in her room, keeping her from sleeping. To ease her mind, I bought a state-of-the-art remote video monitoring system and installed it in her room. This system is extremely sensitive — as long as there is a little sound or vibration, my phone will pop up an alert. The first night, I sat in the living room watching the feed on my phone. Xiao Ya was sleeping soundly, and the screen showed "0 decibels". I went to bed feeling satisfied. The second night, it was still "0 decibels", everything was peaceful. The third night, on a whim, I wanted to test if the machine was broken. I walked into my daughter's room, and deliberately clapped my hands hard in front of the monitor. I went back to the living room to check my phone, and the screen showed the volume of my clap just now was "90 decibels" — the machine wasn't broken. I breathed a sigh of relief, and just as I was about to close the screen, I accidentally glanced at the three-day "historical volume data chart". The second I saw the data clearly, every hair on my body stood on end. I didn't even dare turn around to look at my daughter's bedroom door behind me, and jumped straight off the second-floor balcony.

Mom brought a big watermelon home, I ate it, and I was dead the next day.

Today is my first day of kindergarten! My teacher looks very gentle, but there are marks on her face that look just like the cracks on the bottle my dad broke before. I was so hungry that when I snuck into the kitchen to steal food, I saw the teacher chopping a little kid into pieces. That kid's head was still looking at me! It's just like the neighbor's puppy. Dad went on a business trip today. I smelled the scent of blood on Mom. When school ended, I saw the teacher tear a kid's face off. Dinner was really delicious today, all the meat was in huge chunks.