I’m being watched.
I can hear him breathing, he’s in my house, looking at me all the time.
But I couldn’t find him, nor did the police.
Everyone thinks I’m crazy.
One.
“You can’t run away. I’m sorry.
I’ve been thinking about this sound.
I can’t breathe, I can’t breathe, I can’t breathe, I can’t breathe, I can’t escape, I can’t get my eyes open, I can’t get my eyes open, I can’t get your eyes open, I can’t get your eyes open, I can’t get my eyes open, I can’t get my eyes out of my mouth, and I can’t get out of my mouth with a weird smile. I’m sorry.
“Aah!”
I was sitting on my bed, looking around, and I was relieved.
It was a dream.
The cold sweat on my skin was so hard, I got up and went to the bathroom to take a shower.
I just took off my clothes and opened the tap, and suddenly my back was cold, like something was looking at me, and remembering that dream, I was stuck.
The small breath was in my ear, and I touched the chute in my hand.
I look back and nothing.
I shake my head.
You scared yourself.
Hot water flows all over their hair, and the heavy mood is relaxed.
I didn’t really push Zhao too hard yesterday because of his parents and the cold war.
When I blow my hair in the mirror, it’s like I’ve flashed a little red, like in a dream.
The suffocation in the dream was so clear around me.
I put a finger out in the mirror, and my finger and the finger in the mirror met without a trace.
Double mirror!
In the mirror, my face is twisted.
I got scared back and fell in the bathroom and sprained my wrist.
The fear in my heart is then flowing out.
There’s nothing left to do, and the glass cans with makeup on their hands were smashed in the mirror.
Spattered glass fragments cut my leg, but I couldn’t help but stare at the broken mirror and sink my heart to the bottom of the valley.
Behind the mirror is a space to hide an adult.
The cold sweat of my body came out, and I grabbed the towels in my hands, and I couldn’t even say a word about it.
The body’s frozen, too.
There are countless kinds that may have flashed through my mind.
I’ve been watched, and there may be someone else in my house, and I’ve got this feeling that I look around, and I just feel like I have one eye behind every wall at all times.
Ding.
The phone rings back my senses.
It’s like killing people. It’s ringing.
When I barely come back, my hands are sweaty and cold.
As soon as we got to the living room, the cell phone that had been ringing stopped and the whole house was quiet enough to hear the clock moving.
There’s still a weak breath in the ear.
Somebody!
He’s still here. He’s still here.
I ran to pick up the phone on the table and I wanted to call the police.
As if they knew what I was thinking, the cell phone suddenly received a message: “Don’t call the police, or your little video will be all over the Internet, and I’ve got a little surprise for you, and you’ll get it soon.” I’m sorry.
I completely collapsed.
Don’t even think about what he’s got in the bathroom.
“Do what, do what. “My hands are on the sofa and my nails are perforating through the edge.
The phone number was always busy.
It’s like there’s a million eyes staring at me, like throwing me all over the street, and I always feel like I’m not alone in this house, but I can’t find him.
Two.
I picked up the mops in the bathroom and I smashed every place in the house, and all the mirrors were smashed to the ground: “Come out! I’m sorry.
“Get out! I’m sorry.
When I was out of my mind, the doorbell was ringing, first two clicks, then the knock started to ring in an irregular manner, as if the door would break at any moment.
I calmed down and dropped my mop, and I took a knife from the kitchen, shivering, barely holding it and dying, and walked to the door.
Through the cat’s eyes, I didn’t see anyone outside the door, as I relaxed my guard, suddenly, a face appeared in the cat’s eye, and I had a weird smile on my face, and my heart stopped, and I walked back, swallowed my mouth, and held the doorknob to myself.
He just looked at it and turned around.
I followed the cat’s eyes for a long time and made sure that he would never show up again, so I looked down and picked him up and stuffed his envelope through the door, and I opened it in a tremors, and a chill broke from the bottom.
It’s all my pictures.
I work, hang out with friends, even at home.
Table, bed, toilet…
Every picture of my life is on it.
There’s also a printed letterpaper.
You’re charming in the shower, you’re sleeping, and I don’t know if you miss me as much as I miss you, and I miss every night next to you.
Crazy.
I found a pair of scissors tore up all the pictures and accidentally broke my finger.
Blood drops in the photograph, just in my face, fearing a bulge of fear.
I don’t feel comfortable in my stomach.
3
I can’t find him. I can’t find him.
I can’t find it.
I sat down on the floor, and that’s all I could repeat.
Ding.
The cell phone rings again, and I watched it for a long time, until it began to explode, and in the moment when I picked it up, it was quiet.
Or is there just one text message: “I’ve been watching you, like my gift?” I’m sorry.
I threw my cell phone all the way out, and the clock on the wall was swayed by it, and it fell off without any support, and it fell on the ground and sounded like a smirk.
I crawled to the ground and picked up my phone, and I called the police, and I couldn’t sit down and I’d find him.
The police searched for most of the day and found nothing, even the cell phone number was empty.
“Really, he’s really spying on me, and he’s in this house, and you look for it. I’m sorry.
“We understand your concern, but there is no one, not even a camera. I’m sorry.
Yes.
Yes.
Why wouldn’t they believe me?
Why don’t you believe me?
I pulled a policeman and said, “Why don’t you believe me? He’s here. I can hear him breathing. Will you believe me when I die?” I’m sorry.
“Ma’am, we’ve checked. No one, please calm down. I’m sorry.
How can you calm down.
The police are gone and my phone is ringing again.
“You called the police, you seem to have forgotten my advice, and I decided to punish you. I’m sorry.
Then I got a video of the woman in the video hitting Marseek in the face.
I screamed, and I looked at the video naked, and my limbs were soft, my chest was tight and I couldn’t breathe.
I’m about to collapse because of the inescapable suffocation.
Why me, why me.
“The next time I send a video on the Internet, it won’t work. You better be good. I’m sorry.
“Why did you choose me?”
And We cried out to the empty living room: Leave me alone, and I will give you anything, and leave me alone. I’m sorry.
Big house, nothing but my echo.
The messages sent never answered.
I was in the corner, pulling my hair, and I couldn’t be calm.
4
I need to rely on him now. I’ve called Zhao and never heard from him. He’s only giving me a text. I’m sorry.
The call was also very emotional, with a moment of calm, tears dripping on the screen, and a “good” with an injured finger. I’m sorry.
The cell phone was then thrown aside and crushed.
I looked at the phone in half, and I laughed and cried. Sitting on the ground with knees and tears falling with fear.
I don’t know how long I’ve been here, and the curtains can’t be stopped, and I can’t tell the difference between day and night.
Suddenly the doorbell rings, I’m shocked by the sound, and I’m not strong enough to get into the dark.
The door was pounding and then calmed, and the next second I heard the door locked, and with all the strength of my body, the knife that was thrown on a cupboard in the living room pointed to the front.
The door was opened, the footsteps were coming closer to me, I was just rushing over, the light in the room was turned on and Lin’s worried face appeared in front of me.
She saw me like this, and she had a knife in her hand, and she asked me, “What happened to you?” Don’t scare me. I’m sorry.
Little Lin I can’t cry when I say two words.
“Why are you crying, baby? Don’t cry. Tell me something. I’m sorry.
“The phone broke down. I’m sorry.
“Don’t cry, tell me. I’m sorry.
I told her what had happened to her, and she was shocked, and she followed her red eye: “You stupid girl, call me, why are you fighting alone?” I’m sorry.
Charlene is my best friend, and we’ve been together since college.
“Lin, what do I do? I’m sorry.
“Go live with me. I don’t worry about you alone. Charlene took my hand and scoured my house.
“That man won’t be watching you. “I’m a little worried that that man will affect Charlene’s life because of me.
Charlene thought about it and hugged me and said, “At least my house is safe now, and we’ll go home and check it every day. I’m sorry.
“Good to have you. I’m sorry.
Charlene hugged me, “I’ll always be with you, don’t be afraid. I’m sorry.
5
That night, Charlene and I went out to buy some food, and it was cold in the back.
It’s that guy. He’s coming.
I’ve been looking all over, and I’ve been breathing so fast that I’m holding on to my shopping cart.
I look at people coming from the supermarket, and I think they’re all unkind.
Charlene saw me in the wrong mood and took my hand and asked me, “What’s wrong? Is he here again? I’m sorry.
“Let’s go home, I can feel him here.” I’m sorry.
“Don’t worry, let’s go home. I’m sorry.
And my hands trembled, and Charlene pulled me to my place, and the temperature of Charlene’s hand wrapped my cold hands in it, and said, “It’s all right, don’t be afraid, I’m here.” I’m sorry.
Her voice was shaking, and she was so scared that she kept comforting me.
When she entered the door, she entered the code, took out a paper towel and wiped it clean, pulled the curtains out of the window and checked the house from inside to outside, confirmed that there were no cameras and sat on the couch and laughed at me: “It’s safe today.” I’m sorry.
I can’t say thank you, just go ahead and hug her.
“I’ll cook for you. Charlene gave me a hot glass of water and turned into the kitchen.
I used the computer to handle the job, and an e-mail came out in the lower left corner: “Baby, your boyfriend abandoned you, he has someone else, but it’s okay, you have me. I’m sorry.
A photograph of Zhao’s hugging other women was also attached.
I suddenly thought it was funny, and that’s what he said. No wonder he was so opposed to him when he said he wanted to see his parents.
I’ve been staring at that picture for a long time, and I just turned off the computer and did nothing.
And I lay on a bed at night, and I couldn’t sleep, and I closed my eyes and I felt that there was someone in the house, and the faint breath hit me in the ear, and in the dream he choked me and suffocated me over and over again: “You cannot escape, you cannot escape.” I’m sorry.
“Who are you and who are you.” I’m sorry.
“You’ll know when you’re dead. I’m sorry.
And when I watched the man stab me with a knife, I cried out from my nightmare, and the sweating big one fell on the sheets, and Charlene heard the sound coming from next door: “What is wrong? Have you had a nightmare?”
I did not speak. Charlene took a glass of water for me, and then crawled to bed and hugged me and said, “Don’t be afraid, he’s not here. I’ll be with you.” I’m sorry.
I turned to her, and her eyes were filled with concern, and they were nothing like those eyes in the dream, and they gave me peace.
I buried my head in her chest and fell asleep in her story of the rabbit.
But in the days ahead I’ve been awakened by nightmares.
He wants to drag me into hell like the devil.
My mental state is getting worse and my work chain is going wrong.
The day the director called me to the office, he said, “What’s wrong with you?” I’m sorry.
“I’m sorry, I might need a break. I’m sorry.
I stretched my hand to dry hair, my fingers crossed my hair, leaving a large piece of black silk in my palm.
“I’ll give you a half month’s leave, and I’ll get you fixed, and then I’ll be transferred. Can you sit in my seat, please? I’m sorry.
“Yes, I’m sorry, sir. I’m sorry.
She was supposed to be in my position, but I’ve made so many mistakes lately, and I’ve got new ideas about how well I can do this job.
Six.
Walking down the street, far away, not so depressing.
But they never gave me a chance to breathe.
I can’t get away with this weird laugh that’s ringing in my ear, and I run everywhere I laugh.
“Ah, let me go, let me go!” I covered my ears, I ran, I tore my clothes, and I felt he was on my back.
It’s heavy.
“Help me! Somebody behind me! He’s gonna strangle me! Help me! I’m sorry.
The passers-bys have avoided me, and they think I’m crazy.
I think I’m crazy too.
I’ve got my hands on my face, I’ve been down by the park bench, I’ve been breathing faster and harder.
Through the stitches, I saw a pair of black shoes standing in front of me, and it struck me.
“Miss, you seem to have an allergy. I’m sorry.
And I looked up at him, a man of good writing, and he looked at me with his frown, and he opened his mouth again: “Your allergies should be severe. Go to the hospital and examine them, or else they may deteriorate.” I’m sorry.
“Is that you? And when he was leaving me to grab his sleeves, he was anxious to ask: Is it you? I’m sorry.
“I got you. Follow me to the station. Follow me to the station. I’m sorry.
He was scared of me, trying to get out of my grip, and he said, “Miss, you’re mistaken. I’m a doctor. I just came by to warn you that you were in a bad state. I’m sorry.
“I’ll call the police! I’m sorry.
His words calmed me down, and his good manners were messed up by me: “Not you, not his voice.” I told him, “I’m sorry, I’m wrong.” I’m sorry.
“Miss, you should call your family to take you home. He’s angry, but he still looks like a gentleman.
“Go home, be safe for me. I’m sorry.
I rushed back to Charlene’s house, with the same envelope at the door, and I kicked it to the side, and the picture was scattered.
I left behind what was on the photo and immediately crouched on the floor and put them in my arms and ran into the room.
I went into the house with pictures, sat on the couch, and the moods were stacked together, and I was getting asphyxiated in my chest, all naked, and I looked at them very quickly, and every single one of my faces was clear.
Crazy!
He said, “Tomorrow for your birthday, I have two surprises for you. I’m sorry.
I just saw three photographs of Charlene and her father, who were hugging her in person, walking with her to the mall for her birthday.
Look at my stomach stinging and spit in the toilet.
Disgusting.
All liars.
I’ve been sitting on the couch with colder hands than the ice in winter.
7
The door was open, Charlene came in laughing and hugging me, “What do you want to eat at night?” You didn’t answer the call. I’m sorry.
And I looked at her, and I asked, “When?” I’m sorry.
“What’s the time? What are you talking about?” Her eyes were bright and smiling, and she said, “Yeah, did you check when you came home?” She said she went to the cameras to scan.
I threw those pictures into her face, one of which flew over her face, and left a blood stain on her delicate face, making her sad. I pointed to the photograph and said, “When did you and my father start?” I’m sorry.
When she saw the picture, she was obviously panicking, pulling me to explain, and I dumped her, “Don’t touch me! I’m sorry.
♪Ooh, I… ♪
Her phone was ringing, and it was my dear father who called.
She reached out and hung up, and I picked her up first, and she was on speakerphone.
“Baby, why don’t you talk? I’m sorry.
When I heard the sound of the phone, Charlene’s face was white and her tears were pouring down.
“What’s wrong? The voice of Dad’s concern is particularly clear in the silence of this moment.
I said to the head of the trigger, “Dad, it’s me. I’m sorry.
I sneered and hung up the phone.
Charlene wants to hold my hand. “Little, listen to me.
I slapped her in the face with my hands up, “Charlie, you’re so good. I’m sorry.
“I treat you like a sister, you’re stuck in my family, my dad’s 50, you want a face! I’m sorry.
Charlene was lying on the ground crying, feeling guilty and frightfully looking at me: “No, it’s not what you think. I really think of you as my best friend, believe me.” I’m sorry.
I used to hate her crying, and now I’m just sick of her, and I lift up her jaw: “Is Charlene so pathetic when you’re with my father?” I’m sorry.
“I’m sorry, I’m really sorry. Charlene reached out and tried to pull my horn out of the way.
“Don’t touch me, I’m dirty. I’m sorry.
“I’ll pay you back when I buy a new phone.” I’m sorry.
“Where are you going? That man is still haunting you. You blame me for the trouble I’ve solved before leaving. Charlene looked at me with care, and she said to me, “If you don’t live here, I’ll go out.” I’m sorry.
“This house wasn’t rented by my dad. * I looked down at her with my head *
Charlene fled my eyes in a panic, and was struck by me: “You disgust me. I’m sorry.
Kick her to the side and drag her out.
8
A man walks to the streets without a destination, as big as Beijing, and there is no place for me.
There are only a few scattered people in the streets.
I looked up to everyone who had passed me by, and he should have appreciated it with satisfaction.
He was right. I had nothing.
Suddenly, when my chest was tight and my familiar suffocation came back, I left my luggage in my hand and ripped my collar open, and the suffocation was still in its way.
When I saw someone coming at me, I couldn’t wait to see his face.
And then he wakes up in the hospital, before the bed, a very old doctor, who doesn’t look so good: “You’re less immune and you have a serious respiratory infection and you don’t know that you’re allergic to your dust? I’m sorry.
“I know. I’m sorry.
“What about the pollen? I’m sorry.
“I didn’t. I never had flowers at home. I didn’t buy them myself. I’m sorry.
He looked at me and clearly disconvinced what I said: “The results of the examination show that you were in an allergy shock caused by a long and massive exposure to pollen. I’m sorry.
I kept my head down and kept my head down, and I looked back at the moment and I didn’t really know when I was exposed to so many pollen.
“What about your family? I’m sorry.
I’m not talking.
My home, like a joke.
“You?”
I looked up and saw the man I met in the park today, who was a doctor, and he asked the doctor next door about me and asked me, “Do you need to contact your family?” I’m sorry.
“I… my phone is broken. Can the doctor buy me a new one? I’m out with nothing but a phone. I’m sorry.
He didn’t talk. I didn’t know if he’d answer.
Did it really happen that I saw him coming out of the back of the room, and I slit my eyes and I met him every time he had an illness?
And about Charlene. Want to tell Mom?
If so, what about my family?
Listen to Dad’s tone. They should have been together a long time.
And until I thought about it, he put a new phone in front of me: “Here’s the receipt, don’t say I fucked you.” I’m sorry.
I pulled Caan’s phone out of my bedside bag, and it just went online, and it was ringing, and the death bell reminded me of the fear of being dominated by that man.
I consciously threw my cell phone aside with my ears on the bed’s feet. Leave me alone!”
“What’s wrong with you? I’m sorry.
“Don’t touch me, aah!”
He came to me with emotion and tried to hold back the voice of the nurse next to me, who wanted to escape, and turned off the phone with a gentle and patient voice and said, “It’s okay, it’s okay, don’t be afraid. This is a safe hospital. I’m sorry.
“Safely”?
“Yes, very safe. I’m sorry.
The nurse on the side came to me and re-strung the needle, and she said, “You’re in a bad situation. You can call us if you want, and don’t go out on your own.” I’m sorry.
“Hmm? I don’t know what she means.
But I’m too tired to fall asleep soon.
Wakes up again, the phone on the bedside is glowing, as it is adjusted to silence without sound.
I reached for it.
9
Those dark eyes know how to destroy me.
He sent me two pictures, one of Zhao’s bed pictures, with half the woman’s shoulder on it, and the other of Dad and Charlene hugging.
All night long, ruining my career, love, love, even friendship.
He’s a tough guy.
He said: “There is none but me, and none in the world but I love you. I’m sorry.
I returned to him, “Let’s meet.” I’m sorry.
The news was not as heavy as it had been before, and he said to me, “I will be there when I see it.” I’m sorry.
I can’t imagine what this man’s purpose was for, holding hands, watching me, taking control of me, tearing my life apart, saying he loved me, but he wouldn’t show up before me.
Is it just the pleasure of peeking at me?
There’s a lot of missing calls from Charlene and Dad on the phone.
Do you want to explain how they got together?
I’m gonna do it.
I grabbed my hair with irritation, and a dry hair was scattered on the bed.
The hair that was once proud has become a dead grass.
“Agitation is not good for your condition. The doctor I met in the park, he didn’t know when he was at the door.
I watched him with my guard, and now I don’t trust anyone.
He only smiled a little: “If anything happens, I suggest you say it’s better, that only communication can solve the problem, in case it’s not as bad as you think.” I’m sorry.
“What do you mean? I’m sorry.
“It’s nothing, it’s just that feeling good helps you recover from a doctor’s advice. I’m sorry.
By the sign on his chest, I knew he was Goldman Sachs: “Do you have ever lived a day of peeking? And I turned around in the room, and I smiled, and I said, “There was a man whose hand was stretched out, and he was confined to me, and he looked at me every hour of every day. I’m sorry.
“You…”
“Shh, Dr. Gao, listen, someone breathes, but I can’t see him, I can’t find him Can you help me find him? I’m sorry.
“Doctor Gao, he’s coming, I’m in pain, I’m in pain, I can’t breathe. I’m sorry.
It’s about me being too weird, and there’s been more visits by high doctors, and very few visits by the first-time-old doctor.
In the hospital for a week, the doctor and I are fine, and this will not happen again as long as we don’t touch allergies.
But I often find it difficult to breathe and sleep like I’m strangled and I have nightmares every day.
Goldman said I might be sick.
He then took me to a psychiatrist.
10
The shrink said that I should be subject to some kind of suggestion for a long time, such as when a person rings the bell while feeding a dog, and then after a long time, when the bell rings, the dog becomes hungry and has saliva.
And the suffocation in my sleep, the reactions that make it hard to breathe when I hear it, are the result of manipulations that have been suggested for a long time.
When I heard him, I was strong for a long time and my emotions collapsed.
Not only did that man spy on my life, but he also manipulated me like that without my knowledge.
That’s terrible.
Goldman seemed to know all of a sudden why I’m crazy, and he said, “Apologize for the bad attitude I had. Can I help you?” I’m sorry.
I shake my head and nod again, “I have no place to live. I’m sorry.
His brows are locked, he’s been thinking about it for a long time. I’m sorry.
“Thank you. I won’t bother you for long. I’ll move right away. I’m sorry.
I had very little luggage, only the suitcase, and that night I had to get out of the hospital and went to his house with Goldman Sachs.
He lay in bed at night and opened his phone, which had not been seen for a long time.
Dad and Charlene called me a lot, and Zhao asked me one question and then there was no news.
As for the peeper, it’s been strangely quiet these days.
I thought for a long time, and finally I called my dad, and the phone was ringing, and the dad on the other side of the phone was so tired and sore. I’m sorry.
“Hmm. I’m sorry.
“Where have you been, Lin says she won’t find you. I’m sorry.
He talks about Charlene, who was able to control his temper and suddenly get his mind: “Does Mom know about her?” I’m sorry.
“I don’t know. It’s Dad. I’m sorry about your mom. I’m sorry.
“How? My best friend and my dad are fucking under my nose and I’m like a fool. I’m sorry.
“What are you talking about? “How can you think of Daddy, Lin didn’t tell you? I’m sorry.
My dad’s tone made me wonder. Did I get it wrong?
“So what’s your relationship? I’m sorry.
Dad groaned, saying that Charlene was my half-sister and that he didn’t know that he was pregnant when he broke up with her first love, that he met Charlene when he came to see me at college, that she was wearing her first love necklace, and that I heard Charlene’s life, that she was probably her daughter.
Charlene was afraid I’d affect our feelings, so she kept my father from me, and if it wasn’t for the man who was spying on me, she would have never wanted me to know.
Is that so?
I suddenly remembered what Dr. Gao said to me before.
Coincidence or know something.
When I heard Dad’s words, I felt guilty about Charlene, and I knew that she had had a hard, hard time completing her studies, and that she had never had anything to do with what he said to her the other day, and that I was sore at her.
“Dad, Charlene and I worked this out. I’m sorry. These days have made you worried. I’m sorry.
“You’re fine. I’m sorry.
When I opened my heart, I lay in my bed, and I was anxious to attack quickly, but I was forced to put a bottle of water on the door of the room.
About the doctor’s bed was more comfortable, and I slept very well that night.
Eleven.
The next day, the water bottle was firmly on the ground, and I put it under the bed and went straight to Charlene’s house.
Dad made a mistake. It’s hard for her to suffer.
It’s been downstairs for a long time, with a lot of words in its heart and courage.
There was a cold wind in the back, and I turned around, and there was nothing.
Open the door, Charlene sits in the living room, her eyes are red, her feet are filled with wine bottles, and when she sees me, she chokes for a second, and she drops a big tear, “Don’t be mad at me. I’m sorry.
“I care more about you than Dad. I beg you not to ignore me. I will never see him again.” I’m sorry.
Look at her, my heart is tied together. Why didn’t I listen to her the other day?
I went to hold her, and she sat on her knees and held me tight: “Forgiving me?” I’m sorry.
“I don’t blame you for that. I’m sorry.
She was very hot, and I held her until she cried and took her to her bedroom and took care of her overnight.
The quietness of the night is surprising, and I’ve suddenly flashed through the cold feeling of today’s day and fought a cold war, and I’m getting more restless.
The device to detect the camera was taken and scanned everywhere, and in my room, a strange red dot fired a jab at the device.
Right to my bed.
I pulled it down, and I stepped on the floor.
Charlene checked it every day before.
When did he sneak in?
Is Charlene’s house safe?
And suddenly Charlene’s bedroom was ringing, and my heart was sunk, and I ran and looked.
“Lin! I’m sorry.
The glass fell on the ground in the bedroom, and Charlene’s arms were blindfolded, and she said, “I’m thirsty. I’m sorry.
I’m relieved that nothing happened.
“I’ll get you some water. I’m sorry.
I dazzled her and wiped out the sweat from her forehead.
“And I will protect you from all these years. I’m sorry.
But I never thought I’d see Zhao at Charlene’s.
When I got up in the morning, I heard a noise out there, thinking that the man had come and crawled out to protect Charlene, which was when I saw Zhao.
I asked him, “What are you doing here? I’m sorry.
Zhao looked at Charlene after me, and he looked at me, and he was embarrassed, and he touched her and said, “Something happened to Charlene. I’m sorry.
Then I came back to Charlene, and she shook her head at me, and my heart fell down, and held her hand to reassure her: “She does not want to speak to you, leave.” I’m sorry.
“At the end of our business, I came to see her today, and we agreed to something. I’m sorry.
“First, she doesn’t want to talk to you, second, we don’t have to talk about it later. I’m telling you we broke up now. I’m sorry.
I fell into the door after that.
In the living room Charlene was afraid to look at me, and I lifted up her face and said to her, “Tell me, I believe you.” I’m sorry.
Charlene looked at me and cried.
Charlene told me that Zhao had been haunting her before, but that she had been ignoring her, that he had not known where to find out about her relationship with my father, that he had threatened her to tell me all about her if she did not listen to him, that she was afraid that I would hate her for it, and that he had been coercing her.
“What does he want with you? I’m sorry.
“For money. I’m sorry.
“How much did you give him? I’m sorry.
“Twenty thousand dollars. I’m sorry.
This asshole.
12
I went to Zhao’s theory and asked him to return the money, or I charged him with extortion.
Zhao was angry and then looked at me and laughed, and he took a video from his phone, the first time that person had sent me.
Zhao laughs, “It is you who is in this. Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha. Either you let me go or I will make your message public, and choose.” I’m sorry.
As if I had fallen into the ice, there was a voice laughing in my head: “Kill him, or you will live in fear for the rest of your life.” I’m sorry.
“Kill him. I’m sorry.
“Kill him. I’m sorry.
Shut up! Shut up!
Zhao’s face is twisted and deformed, and gradually becomes a dream.
Why do I have to be forced? I’m sorry.
“Give me $50,000, or else…”
“I’ll kill you!”
I pulled something out of my bag, and I stabbed Zhao directly.
“Calm down, what are you doing? I’m sorry.
I was awakened by a familiar voice, with a knife in my hand, and it was red on my head, and I saw Goldman Sachs, and he had his arm cut in a big slice, and his blood flowed down with his fingertips, and Zhao fell and sat on the floor, and his eyes were empty.
Goldman Sachs exclaimed: “Let’s go! I’m sorry.
Zhao’s eyes were turned into fear, and he ran away.
My hands were shaking and my knife fell on the ground.
“I killed, I killed. I’m sorry.
“No, you didn’t.” Goldman Sachs forced me to look at him, “He’s fine, you didn’t kill him. I’m sorry.
“I didn’t kill anyone. I’m sorry.
“Yes, don’t be afraid.”
He looked at the dagger, and asked me, “Do you carry it with you?” I’m sorry.
And it was only then that I said: I was not, and I was in a hurry, but I did not know it was a dagger, nor did I bring it. I’m sorry.
Someone put it in.
It’s that guy. It must be that guy.
How he approached me.
I looked around in a panic: “I know you’re here. Come out. I’m sorry.
And Goldman took hold of my shoulder, and forced me and him to look at him. He said, “Calm down, or indeed he did. I’m sorry.
Yeah, I gotta calm down.
I grabbed Goldman Sachs and asked, “Can I come home with you?” I’m scared. I’m sorry.
I can’t go back to Charlene. The man’s getting crazy. I’m afraid he’s going after Charlene.
He didn’t refuse.
7
I followed Goldman Sachs to my house in desolation, and I locked myself in the house, and the curtains were so tight that I couldn’t come in.
I loved turning away from me, and still want to control me.
The whole human being is emboldened with decay.
It’s funny that I’m enjoying a moment in the dark.
Goldman came to knock on the door a few times, and I didn’t give a shit, so he wouldn’t bother me.
I didn’t know how long it had passed, and I couldn’t open my eyes, and Goldman was standing in front of the door angry, but he came and pulled my curtains, and then turned and brought me a bowl of porridge. I’m sorry.
I really didn’t have an appetite, but I reached out with his unprovoked tone.
Spoons have a porridge in their mouths.
And Goldman was not constrained by me. And he leaned back to the door, with his arms on his chest, and the wounds of the last time were not perfect. And he said, “Tell me.” I’m sorry.
“What? I looked up at him.
“Tell me about you. I’m sorry.
He was just a man I didn’t know well, but that moment gave me unprecedented relief and salvation.
I think I really need someone to listen to all this stuff in my heart that’s about to crush me.
The collapse was a moment before I began to say the tears could not stop.
He’s not upset either, just wait for me to cry.
He didn’t talk for a long time after I said it, and he asked, “Do you know that the guy who was spying on you lived here? “I completely ignored my being betrayed by my boyfriend.
“I don’t know” and it’s wrong to answer, but the porridge’s hands are shaking, “I won’t have to go.” I’m sorry.
He looked at me and I didn’t talk, and I was like, “Yeah, I shouldn’t have caused you any trouble. I’ll be off in a minute. I’m sorry.
Goldman was so relieved that he had both hands and asked, “You were watched, so what?” I’m sorry.
“So I’m miserable, I’m going crazy! I’m sorry.
He has no compassion.
“Is that all you can do after that? I’m sorry.
“Aah?”
“Are you going to spend your whole life hiding in the house? I’m sorry.
He looked out the window, and the sun struck his face with a shadow, and he said, “Cream is painful. It destroys people’s will first, then the body, then the whole thing, and many cancer patients can’t put up with themselves, but some of them, even if the disease finds him, will still be open to it, facing all the changes in life and walking through the rest of their lives, and you are much luckier than they are. I’m sorry.
I couldn’t talk to him at all.
“Are you going to stay in your room and rot in the dark? I’m sorry.
He stood in the light and looked down at me in the corner, so my heart shrunk like a big dream, and the sun was shining out of the window.
Yeah, I can’t keep doing this.
He wants to see me suffer. If I really fall, it’s what he wants.
“Have you thought about it?”
Goldman came to me and looked at me.
“Hmm. I’m sorry.
“Porridge drink. I’m sorry.
“Oh good. I’m sorry.
I didn’t taste any porridge, and I held it and I said, “What else? I’m sorry.
“In the kitchen, drink by yourself,” he looked at his watch and said, “I’m about to exchange and study, and hope that I will return in a month, and the house will not become a murderous house.” I’m sorry.
“You mean I’m allowed to stay. I’m sorry.
“Hmm. I’m sorry.
“Thank you. “I opened my mouth and asked him if he could bring Charlene together, but I thought it was a bit of a move, and I didn’t ask for an exit.
When I got out of the bedroom, Goldman Sachs was gone, the keys were on the tea table, and the living room was as clean as nobody ever lived.
13
I sat in front of the mirror, and the man was yellow and his hair was dead, like a ghost.
It’s not me.
I’m still afraid of the man who was spying on me.
But I chose to confront fear.
When I lived in Goldman Sachs, I never received a photograph of him, suggesting that he probably did not know I was here, or that he had no access to it.
To design such a space in my original house, at least he has been to my house and has the ability to enter my house, or the last tenant in my house.
Besides, he can take pictures of me in the office, and the man should have a job in my building.
Free access to Charlene’s district suggests that this man, at least, looks decent.
Knowing what we did in college should be someone we knew before.
There are not many people around me who fit these characteristics.
Who is it?
I’ve been able to lay a knife in my bag without anyone knowing it, and I’ve been looking back at the places that I’ve been in those days, looking for surveillance, looking at everyone who’s been close to me, and finding nothing.
I put all possible people on paper, and then I put them together through time lines and doubts.
Only two names remain.
One of them was Chen Jung, who was with me at a university and had been after me for a long time until Zhao became in love with him.
When I moved, he and I moved into a neighborhood, and he said it was a coincidence, because he was a former classmate, so I invited him to join me when I moved.
But then he didn’t have any sense of proportionality, and he kept saying to me a few dirty things, and one time I took him too far to the police station, when he tried to eat people’s eyes, and I still remember, and then I stopped seeing him.
He’s a photographer and he’s relatively free to work.
It’s just revenge.
I turned out Chen Ching’s tweet in the corner of the phone: “Want to come out for dinner? I’m sorry.
He replied much more quickly than I thought, saying, “It’s hard for a beautiful woman to invite, and it’s natural to go. I’m sorry.
He asked, “When?” I’m sorry.
“Tomorrow night. I’m sorry.
He replied quickly, without knowing whether he was innocent or not.
The next afternoon, I put a wolf-proof spray in the bag and went to the restaurant.
If you’re not afraid, you’re right to have something to protect yourself.
Chen was early, and when he saw me, he was astonished to see me frowning for half a day. I’m sorry.
“It’s me.”
“What happened to you? I’m sorry.
He lamented his face as if it wasn’t fake.
I can only shrug my shoulders: “Some bad things have happened. I’m sorry.
“It’s not Zhao’s breakup,” but he’s not taking it as he used to, and my bed is always open to you, or something like that.
“How have you been?”
“What else can I do, hold my babies. He’s talking about his photographic equipment.
I looked at him, and I thought he was different.
We were silent for a long time, and he said, “I’m sorry about what happened. I’m sorry.
“Aah?”
“I’m sorry for having caused you so much trouble when I was young. I’m sorry.
It’s my turn to be embarrassed. His prodigal son turned back and I became the little man who suspected him.
And I caused the coffee in front of me, and said, “What have you been doing for the last half month?” I’m sorry.
“I came back from abroad yesterday. If you’d asked me out earlier, I wouldn’t have come. Maybe it’s fate. I’m sorry.
I’ve been holding a spoon hand for half a month abroad. I’m sorry.
“Yeah, well, let me show you, I spent two days in Iceland with perfect aurora, and yesterday I pitched a photo contest, and this trip was really worth a lot of good pictures. I’m sorry.
He really liked the photographer, and he showed me the computer just after he said the phone didn’t work.
He took a picture of the computer in accordance with the date, and he took it very seriously, and he did not just mess with me. He did go abroad for six months and there was a rainbow cloud, and I remember that the scene was hotter.
That’s not him.
After showing his work, Chen asked me, “Tell me what you want with me today. You can’t come to me for no reason.” I’m sorry.
“I want to ask you a favor. I’m sorry.
14
Looking at the list as the only name left, my heart is heavy and my eyes are staring at that name, and it would be nice if I could see the name and let that man suffer the same pain.
When I returned to Charlene’s house at night, she saw me flying straight towards me, and she was happy to see: “Hey, you’re back.” I’m sorry.
“Well, I’m not going to hide. I’m sorry.
“What does that mean? I’m sorry.
“I intend to find him, or you’ll be threatened sooner or later. I’m sorry.
“Okay, let’s go together. I’m sorry.
When I walked into Charlene’s house, I received a message from the man: “Do you not know that I am the only person in the world who can count on you?” Why run? I’m sorry.
I just called back and this phone went off for a second.
I smiled, staring at the screen of the phone, and it reflected Charlene’s face. I’m sorry.
“Of course it’s your cola wings. I’m sorry.
“Buy some food. I’m sorry.
“Go. I’m sorry.
Charlene and I went home after we got the food, just went to the elevator, and a man in a black hat walked in without pressing the floor, and I and Charlene looked at each other and held each other’s hands, and there was no such person on our floor.
I said to Charlene, “What did Dad want us to buy?” I’m sorry.
Charlene immediately took out her cell phone and called: “Dad, what are you asking me to buy today? I’m sorry.
Ding.
The elevator is here, Charlene is talking on the phone, pulling me out, “Dad, let’s open the door. I’m sorry.
I looked back, and he looked up in the elevator, and he was smiling.
The two of us were in shock when we entered the door, and Charlene asked, “Is it him?” I’m sorry.
“Don’t know. I’m sorry.
I sat on the floor, and sweated, and from the way I entered the door, my chest was so tight and sore, and I stood up against the wall and said to Charlene, “Son, let’s go home on the weekend. I’m sorry.
“What do you call me?”
I smiled at her: “Sister, we’re going home this weekend, this time as a father and daughter.” I’m sorry.
Her eyes were wet and I wiped her tears and laughed at her as a crybaby.
“What happened to your hand? I’m sorry.
I looked in her eyes, and there was a scratch on one arm: “It was probably an accident. I’m sorry.
14
She was looking out the window and her eyes were empty, and I handed her a bottle of water: “Take it easy, just like before. I’m sorry.
She’s nodding her head, and she’s confused.
Through the rear-view mirror, I saw a black car behind us, and at first I thought it was a coincidence, and it was still there, and I immediately realized something was wrong.
And We took control of the shaking hand, and said to Charlene, “Stand still, if anything comes out of you, take care of yourself.” I’m sorry.
“What’s wrong? Charlene immediately turned back, and she noticed the car behind her, and she was heavy, and she swallowed my mouth and asked me, “Is it a coincidence? I’m sorry.
I shook my head: “It’s been following for a long time. I’m sorry.
“What do we do?”
“One step at a time. I’m sorry.
And when it followed me for a long time without moving, and when I thought that he was merely watching me as it had been before, it hurried and slammed my car into a tree.
And the car never stopped coming from us.
Fortunately, the impact wasn’t serious, we were all just slightly injured, and I dragged Charlene out of the car, breathing out loud and calling the police with my hands shaking.
“Lin, what do I do? He used to spy on me, now he wants my life, what do I do? I’m sorry.
And I sat on the earth, and I was too afraid: he would kill me. I’m sorry.
Charlene also lost her, and she said, “Maybe she’s not alone with the one before. Think about it. Have you offended anyone lately? I’m sorry.
I’ve been at Goldman Sachs’ house lately, and I haven’t been in touch with anyone, and suddenly I think of something, and I grab Charlene’s hand and I ask, “Is it Zhao, because he can’t take money from you to kill me?” I’m sorry.
Charlene’s eyes were staring at the boss.
“The last time I almost killed him, I noticed that he was gambling and owed a lot of money. I’m sorry.
As if Charlene had heard something incredible, she was standing by in a state of uncertainty: “This is over.” I’m sorry.
As the road was unmonitored and the police did not know who the perpetrator was, the vehicle was eventually left on the side of the road.
This marriage ended up in the middle of a meal, when everyone was not in the mood to eat, and my mother cried from the moment I saw her, and I comforted her and Charlene back.
Since I moved back to Charlene’s house, harassment and surveillance against both of us have never stopped.
One afternoon, Charlene was at the door, surrounded by a lot of people, and I came up, and there were pictures of Charlene naked on that wall, and her face was as clear as ever.
And We went up and We tore them all apart, and drove them away, “Look! Do not look!”
At this point, no one in the crowd pointed at Charlene and said, “Is this not the person in the photo?” I’m sorry.
All of her eyes were gathered on Charlene, and she was like a lost soul, and I took my coat off her face and took her home, and I lost two of the pictures that had just been ripped off by Wiri.
There’s only one voice in my head, and I’m taking her, so she can’t hear these arguments.
The look on Charlene’s face was still numb, and I pulled her to sit on the couch and tore them all to pieces.
Turning back, Charlene looked at me as cold as the dreamer, scared me to step back, sweated cold and looked up, and I shook my head, probably too scared of the illusion.
I crouched before her: “I’m sorry, it’s my fault, and he’s watching you.” I’m sorry.
Charlene looked at me with her head upside down, and she saw something that I could not understand, and she came to me for a long time, and she turned her mouth, and she cried, and she said, “Oh, I’m so afraid. I’m sorry.
“I’m sorry…”
I don’t know what else to say to alleviate the harm done to her.
Charlene raised my shoulder: “I’m tired, I’m asleep. I’m sorry.
“Good. I’m sorry.
I looked at her back for a long time without moving.
That night, that long-suffocated suffocation appeared again, stronger than ever before, and I struggled and couldn’t open my eyes, and the tighter my hands were strangling my throat, the clearer the face of the dreamer until she became Charlene’s face, and her eyes were filled with hatred: “Why don’t you die?” I’m sorry.
Xiao Lin…
I was unable to spit out her name, and she suddenly lost her strength and cried and held me in my arms: “I’m sorry, I don’t know what happened. I’m sorry.
15
When I woke up again, it was 7:00 a.m., Charlene was sitting at the table, wondering what she was looking at and suddenly screaming about the cell phone.
“What happened! I’m sorry.
She pointed out that she couldn’t speak, just kept crying.
I picked up the phone in the corner, and it was a naked video of her, just like me.
My phone rings, and the two of us look at it, and the one that keeps ringing scares me like a flood beast, or is Charlene going to open it.
It’s my video, like before.
There is no more waiting to die. I said to Charlene, “Get him out of here.” I’m sorry.
“How does he look in the dark?” I’m sorry.
“He released the video and we went to check his IP address. I’m sorry.
“Will he use his computer to send video?” I’m sorry.
“I don’t know, but in case. “I wonder why Charlene’s face reminds me of last night’s dream.
We found someone who quickly found each other’s IP, where they lived before Zhao.
Charlene’s face was ugly when she heard the result.
“Bitch, you should have killed him last time. “The sooner we looked for Zhao, the sooner I ran away, I broke my hand in the middle of my fingernails, and I hit his door in anger.
Turning back to Charlene, she was terrified and helpless, and We held her in our arms: “We know who he is, and fear not, I will protect you.” I’m sorry.
For some time then, Charlene ‘ s visits became more frequent and I often went home to people who could not see her.
When she went out in a state of panic, my heart grabbed her arm and asked, “Is there something you’re not telling me? I’m sorry.
Charlene bit on her lips and didn’t speak, and when I forced her to kneel down and cry, she took my hand and said, “Cho, if I don’t give him money, I’ll put all the videos in my hand on the Internet. I can’t help it. I’ll give him all my money. Can you lend me some money? I’m sorry.
“You’re confused, you’ll have a second one. It’s a bottomless hole. You’re going to put it on him forever! I’m sorry.
“I really can’t. His video is backed up. If I call the police, I’ll be naked all over the Internet. I’m sorry.
“If I had killed him last time, it would have been nothing like this, and we were in so much pain because such people lived so well.” I’m sorry.
Help me.
“If I kill him, I’ll kill him forever, except for this scourge. I’m sorry.
I borrowed money for her, but how did I meet a gambling addict?
Charlene misappropriated public funds.
On the day she was arrested, she stabbed Zhao’s dagger into his body.
But he didn’t die.
Charlene’s face was covered in blood, but she was smiling like a free smile.
16
On the day of the visit, I put on a new dress, put on a heavy make-up, looked over the window at the yellow Charlene, showed a smile, and opened up in her amazing eyes: “Hello, peep. I’m sorry.
Her eyes were still full of hope, and she became a dead, silent, and she laughed a few times, and then she tore her heart apart and asked: “It was you! I’m sorry.
“I just found someone to take pictures of your life, like you did to me, and then sent Zhao a video and a picture of you, and the rest was his choice. I’m sorry.
“When did you delete my computer? I’m sorry.
“The morning you received the video, I deliberately said I’d check the IP, and the first time my video was released, you’d be scared, and I’d get someone to hack your computer and delete it. I’m sorry.
She said, “I suspected you, but you’re more insane than I am, and you think it’s impossible. You’re a good actor.” I’m sorry.
“I admit that you have the means to make me feel like I’m being watched by a pervert, that you sent me a message that led me to think that the pervert who was spying on me was a man, that after you moved to your house, you put pollen in my sleep to make me breathe a difficult dream, and that I was so close to getting mad at myself that I couldn’t get out of the fear of being watched. I’m sorry.
“You ruined yourself, Zhao became a gambler, wasn’t that part of my plan? It’s just the opposite of you. I’m sorry.
“Your flower shop owner downstairs said you’d buy flowers every day, but I’ve never seen you have a cup of sleeping pills in water every day, and I’ve been drinking it for a long time. I’m sorry.
“Yes, I hate you. Death is the lightest revenge for you, and I want to watch you suffer as much as I die.” Charlene, with her head down and her shoulders shaking and laughing like a dream laugh, looked up with water marks. I’m going to destroy everything you have! It’s my tragic life! I’m sorry.
She screamed, and I used to love her so much that I really thought of her as my own sister. “Charlie, I thought how good it would be if you were my own sister, and then I realized that you were really my own sister, and I even wanted to spend the rest of my life trying to make it up to you, but you tried to kill me! I’m sorry.
“I gave you the opportunity to come back to your house on the first night, and I put my hair on the door, and if you hadn’t given me that glass of water with sleeping pills, and you hadn’t come in and sprayed pollen with me, I would have forgiven you. I’m sorry.
“I’m sorry for what you’ve been through, but I think I have a clear conscience for you. I’m sorry.
“And Dad loves you very much. I’m sorry.
I haven’t seen Charlene turn around again. It’s cold out there and it’s a little stiff in my face.
I don’t want to know if she’s sorry for the rest of her life or not.
I know Dad went to see her in private many times and he never mentioned it.
I have taken the position of Director General, as I wish, and I can do so today through my own efforts and strength.
The sun comes through the window, just like Goldman Sachs left.
I run a short video account outside my job, teaching single women how to protect themselves.
It’s enough to look at the messages on the phone every day, to see them avoid harm because of my Cope.
I’m 29 this year.
I am still willing to provide an umbrella for the same people.
I went to the hospital to say thank you to Goldman Sachs, but the hospital told me that there was no such person, his house, and the tenant wrote my name.
Document number: YXX1DM9ykJMh0D1wX6liZaZm
I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
