I have a story. Do you have a drink?

Recently, my cousin encountered a difficult and annoying problem. For the past three months, she has been suffering from the harassment of her neighbors in her newly rented apartment and has not been able to live in peace. My cousin is a new woman, always independent, and has been renting out for a long time since the day she decided to go to college. Although my father felt sorry for his niece and tried several times to get her to come and live with me, my cousin refused because she didn't want to live in the neighborhood. In 2004, she graduated from college and got a decent job at the city TV station, so she rented a small apartment closer to the station. The homeowner, a somewhat sneaky-looking balding middle-aged man, is said to have gotten six apartments on one floor through demolition compensation, and has been living the good life of a drunken bar-hopper ever since. These six apartments are located in an old building on the third floor, lined up from the stairway to the end of the 601 to 606 rooms. My cousin's house is located on the side of the 606 room. The apartment building had an old appearance, the walls were covered with patches of mold, emitting a damp and rotten smell. The lights in the hallway were dim and uncertain, and at night, the induction bulbs in the hallway always flickered irregularly, and the sound of the wind echoed in the hallway from nowhere, sometimes low, sometimes sharp, as if someone was hissing softly in her ears. More than three months ago, on the day she first moved into the apartment, a young man and woman next door knocked on her door in the middle of the night, demanding in a rather aggressive manner that she keep her voice down. It was already 1:00 a.m. At that time, the cousin thought that the loud noise of her tidying up had prevented her neighbors from resting, so she stopped her work at once, and apologized profusely to them. Two days later, when Cousin had just returned home from working overtime and had not yet taken a shower, the man and woman next door came knocking on the door again, this time with an even worse attitude, and the man even waved his fists at her, threatening Cousin that it would be best for her not to make any noise. Cousin guessed that perhaps she had come home too late, and that her neighbors were annoyed by the sound of her footsteps and the stomping of her feet in order to make the induction light go off, so she apologized again. She even bought pastries the next day to make amends, but the man and woman, who probably really, really hated her, ignored her and didn't even bother to open the door. Cousin's concession did not bring her peace. From then on, sometimes, this pair of men and women would knock on her door, accusing her of making too much noise. Sometimes, when her cousin had obviously turned off the light and rested, they still slammed the door in anger to wake her up, and then angrily accused her of being uneducated. She looked haggard, and the two dark circles under her eyes revealed the terrible life that her cousin had been living lately. I thought to myself, "How can there be such brutal and unreasonable men and women?" Could it be that they saw that cousin was a girl living on her own and that she was easy to bully? My cousin said she is more nervous due to the pressure of work. Usually, I always fall asleep, even if the stormy weather is also like not being heard. So, maybe there really is something strange when she is asleep. She did not feel it, but the person next door could hear it. Looking around, this apartment of her cousin's wasn't big, only about 30 square meters, and the layout was quite simple, basically an entry kitchen, and then the bathroom, living room, and bedroom in a row. With a newly constructed high-rise building in front blocking the sunlight, the light inside was often dim. The corners and ceilings had mottled water stains, the paint on the walls was starting to peel, and you could vaguely see the mold seeping out from under the siding. We seemed to be the only two people on the entire floor, and the surrounding silence seemed unnaturally stifling. The faucet in the bathroom seemed to be left open, and the sound of dripping water seeped into our ears, as if it had a life of its own in the silence. My cousin told me that the bathroom faucet had been like this since the day she moved in, and she asked the homeowner to come in and repair it, but he was always drunk every day and excused himself for not having the time. Sometimes, at night, my cousin would hear a baby crying, especially near the bathtub. The cry seemed to come from under the ground, soft but shrill, and it made her sweat every time. She thought she was hallucinating at first, until that day she noticed that the vapor on the bathroom mirror would occasionally form the outline of a baby and then quickly disappear. She didn't dare to look deeper, so she had to delude herself that she was too tired. I decided to stay on that night, partly because it had been a long time since our two sisters had seen each other, and partly because I wanted to see how the pair next door could make something wicked out of nothing, and I would be the one to call the police if necessary. After dinner, I was surfing the Internet while my cousin was quietly reading a book. Around ten o'clock, there was a sudden "bang" from next door, like the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground, and then the sound of a chair sliding on the floor. At first, we could faintly hear voices, but the voices became louder and louder, and we could hear them more and more clearly. "Be gentle! What if the person next door hears us?" "Can't we make a little noise after all that noise next door?" Then, the two began to argue violently, mixed with the sound of banging and smashing furniture, as well as women's screams and men's hisses. These sounds are getting sharper and sharper, as if to pierce my eardrums. Suddenly, the man let out a burst of weird laughter, laughter hollow and dry, listening to creepy people. My cousin and I looked at each other in dismay, and then my cousin lowered her voice and said to me, "This has happened several times as well." The noise had been going on for about half an hour when the sound suddenly stopped and the surroundings fell into dead silence again. This building was exceptionally silent. Even at dinner time, no one could be heard, such an old building is supposed to be poorly insulated, but at that time, it was as if there were only two of us left in the world. Around twelve o'clock, my cousin had already gone to bed, while I continued to surf the Internet. Everything was quiet, even the high-rise buildings across the terrace were sparsely lit. After finally saying goodnight to my video-chatting friend, I was ready to go to bed as well, when there was a fierce knocking on the door from outside, a sound so loud that it startled me.