How disgusting and terrible is someone who’s not good? – What?
I’m next door. I think I live in a pervert.
Every night, he plays some terrible sound in the middle of the night.
At first I thought he was with her girlfriend.
But for a long time, he never brought anyone home.
It’s like it’s for me.
After graduation, I found an intermediary to rent a house, a two-bedroom. When I rented it, the agency promised to find me another girl.
I ran into him and brought the boys to the house.
That guy, he’s my roommate after me.
He saw my eyes shine and measured me from top to bottom.
I wore a sleeping dress that day, and I grew to my knees, and I vowed that there was nothing on my mind.
He looked at me like I was naked. I’m uncomfortable.
In front of him, I wasn’t angry with the agency.
But when I went back to his room,
The broker said he had decided to rent it and was now signing the contract.
That soon?
He just took a look at it, and he decided.
I can’t help but be afraid, and I’ve always had a guess, as if it had something to do with me.
He moved in the same day. I went out to say hello to him to be polite and to try to prove that I’m a little person.
He smiled at me with glasses and looked like a decent man. Then I saw him looking at my leg, and looking away, if nothing happened.
Yeah, I changed my pajamas and put my pants on. He seems very concerned.
I pretended I didn’t see him. Turn around and go back to my room.
I didn’t expect him to stop me.
“Will you help me move something?”
I’m holding. He looks familiar.
But in the big cities, it seems to be a good idea to rent a house.
But somehow, I was in conflict with him, living in the same room and going to his room.
I’m tired of moving people.
“They suddenly had a problem, cut the money and move the things upstairs and leave.” He laughed.
I don’t want to talk.
“Okay.” I squeezed two words out of my teeth, and I thought I’d move it.
I picked a bedside cabinet that looked like a man could move, and I was all packed up, and the whole bedside was sunk.
“Be careful!”
He said he was coming. He’s coming with me.
I’m even swinging. But, intentionally or accidentally, he ignored me, stood in front of me, leaned down and put his hand in the closet.
Look at his big face coming up, and I’m going back in my head, and the center of the bedside cabinet is turning towards me.
So his hand moved forward, and he set the counter straight, but it happened that his hand was justly over my hand.
“Shit!” I already yelled in my heart, “That’s fucking sick!”
He looked up and smiled at me like he was sorry and his hands were still loose. It seems to me that it’s cheap and good.
I had a bad look and hung my face until I moved the nightstand into his room, and my hands were so loose, I said I was sick, I left him in his room.
That night, he kept ringing his bells, moving around, making me restless and sleeping late the next day.
It’s like someone’s knocking.
Knock, knock, knock.
I got so tired, I woke up and opened the door, and as soon as I opened the door, I came in with a big face, five centimeters away, and I was scared.
He smiled and showed his white teeth.
I wrinkled, “What!”
“I got in trouble with you yesterday. I’m sorry. I made breakfast.
You just woke me up.
“No, thank you.” I’m not very good at it. I just want to close the door.
And then he reached in a foot and put the door down.
Look at him like this. I was really offended, so I looked up at him, and I found him staring at my collarbone, and it was so gruesome and disgusting.
After all, he was fascinated by the fact that his sleeping clothes were so loose, his clavicles soared and his hair soared.
“You can’t get out” and my face is already ugly, and he’s stunned and he’s still on my naked skin.
I don’t care about him, but when he threw the door down, he finally took it from me.
The moment the door was closed, I was locked.
I told the agency about this, but there’s no evidence. He said he was thinking too much. It was normal to help carry things, and it was a friendly gesture to order dinner in the morning. I don’t know what to say.
When I came home at night, I was sneaking around, afraid I’d meet him. I was relieved when I came in without seeing anyone else.
But when you open the bedroom door, it doesn’t feel right.
I remember locking the door two times in the morning when I left.
There should be no mistake.
And the lock doesn’t look like it was tight.
I can’t stop thinking, but I can’t be 100% sure. The bedroom door was then locked in two circles, and the inside hand was put on the previous windbell.
As soon as I heard he was coming home, I turned off the light and put my phone in the headphone, making a false impression that I was sleeping.
But he didn’t come to me today, but the silence was terrible, and I was a little hairy, and I moved the nightstand to the door before I went to sleep.
I woke up in the middle of the night drinking water, and I was lost in the living room, and I was walking, and I was very, very light, like coming towards me.
My heart was raised at once, grabbed by the covers, staring at the locks in the dark.
Here he comes.
He tried to press the doorknob, but couldn’t.
Apparently he didn’t care, as if he was ready.
Then the key goes into the lockhole. One lap, two laps.
It’s him!
He must have come to trouble me during the day, with the keys to my room!
My heart beats to my throat and I can’t even swallow.
He’s finally opening the door.
He pressed it gently, the doorknob outside led the doorknob inside, and the windbell that I had put up in advance made a clear sound.
He stayed there for a second, apparently unexpected.
But he didn’t seem to like it, but he kept pressing down a little bit, and the wind bells were light, and he jumped in the air.
How dare you!
But seriously, I can’t do anything if he’s gonna break in. The nightstand in front of the door was not a word to a grown man.
I was holding my breath, and I was afraid to move, and I watched him finally press the doorknob to the end, and the wind bell suddenly slipped to the ground, fell down, and loudly in the darkness.
Me and him on both sides of the door. He pressed his handle outside the door for a long time.
I was wondering if I should pretend to wake up, after all, to be so loud and unawaken.
But what are you doing when you wake up?
We’re stuck. Until I was so conscious, I pulled out my phone to leave a message to my friend, see who’s awake and call the police.
As a result, the door moved suddenly, apparently the outsiders tried to come in, but were blocked by the bedside cabinet.
I was murmuring about the editor’s news, and I noticed that the doorknob was coming back, and he was going to let go, lock the door and go back to his room.
Of course I didn’t sleep one night. I went out the next day. It’s not until the company closes its eyes.
In the middle of the day, I talked to the agency, but he got all kinds of shit, “You’re not dreaming.”
I tried to call the police.
All the women around me who listened to what happened to me felt sorry for me.
I didn’t think the male colleague from across the street would say, “What kind of sexual harassment is it?
I looked up at him and looked at him.
“Don’t put any gold on your face. Like you, it’s all men.”
His face was blue and his colleagues laughed.
I didn’t think I’d get a strange phone call and listen to the noise and be the roommate.
He apologized on the phone and said that the broker had spoken to him, that it was a misunderstanding, that he respected me, that it meant nothing else, and that he had sleepwalking problems at night and that he had no idea what had happened last night.
Besides, he didn’t know why he could open my door, probably because the keys to the two bedrooms were the same.
Well, here’s the deal.
But listen, I’m sorry, I couldn’t get mad at you for a while, and it doesn’t matter what you say.
But I’m sorry to hang up and I’m sorry to call the police. What if it’s true?
My head is going to explode, I can’t make up my mind, I’m going to spend half a month at a friend’s house.
Indeed, without that pervert roommate, it’s a lot safer. But three hours of commuting from work is a real pain in the ass.
Back home, when the locksmith was changing my lock, he came back.
When he saw me, his eyes were shining, as if he were surprised, but I was just overlooking him.
He didn’t say anything. He just walked into the kitchen and started cooking.
It didn’t take long in the kitchen to smell the food, and I looked at the food on the table, and it didn’t look like it was all alone.
Indeed, I was about to go into the bedroom, and he stopped me and said he wanted to apologize in good faith.
“Sit down and eat.” He didn’t look right in the eye, staring at my mouth.
I waved, “No need. I’m more of a loner, different from my roommate. I don’t know. I’m worried.”
Close the door before he says yes. I didn’t come out quietly to wash my hair until he packed the chopsticks and entered the room.
I can’t hear the sound of it.
When I came out, I found out that he had no idea when he was sitting in the living room and had his legs on and looked at the magazine.
And when I opened the door, he raised his head, looking at me, and bowed his head deliberately, and then turned his head upside down, and turned his head, and his eye turned towards me.
Oh, the acting’s too greasy.
It’s gonna be watery for me as a whole, but even though my wet hair is wrapped in towels, it’s got a few slips down, stuck to the freshly washed skin, and there’s nothing in my pajamas.
He couldn’t move his eyes, he moved hard, as if my clothes were gone.
I pretended I didn’t see it. Straight back to the bedroom.
When I had to go back to the bathroom, I put my underwear on and put my pants on before I opened the door in a nervous manner.
Great. The living room is empty. He’s gone.
I walked in the bathroom, but I couldn’t find another sock.
That’s weird. Why did you lose your socks?
I looked left and right. I looked everywhere in the bathroom. I can’t just take one of them off!
This is crazy.
So I washed that sock.
Sleeping that night, somehow, and the dream was getting weirder, and when I woke up, my whole face was red and people were sweating.
And he’s making noise at this late hour.
Listen carefully, it’s awful.
He’s the one who brought a girl to spend the night.
Look at the phone. It’s 2:00 in the morning.
I’ll hang out the next day.
But I can’t wait longer than it’s the rent season, so few people ask, and most of them are girls.
I can’t push another girl into the fire.
After all, this day is disgusting.
I don’t know where the night and night lovers are going to be able to do this every day.
I can’t take it anymore.
I didn’t want to have anything to do with him, and I was disturbed.
When I knocked on his door hard on my head, I realized, “No, I remember he never brought anyone back.
Did he play it for me?
I thought of it, my stomach was going to explode, my head was going to turn, but my finger was banging on his door and he was coming to the door.
— — — — — 4.19 update — — — —
And my finger was hanging in the air, and it was there until he opened the door, and I was still stung.
He seemed a little confused, but more excited. The unstoppable enthusiasm is being suppressed by the two thoughtless pupils.
He didn’t wear glasses, he didn’t mess with me for the first time, he looked straight into my eyes.
“Well, I’m a little scared, “I sleep early at night, can you be a little quiet?”
I couldn’t look at him. I would have been ostracized if I had responded unkindly to his illegitimacy, as if it were a little encouraging.
I can only look at the room behind him.
His room was clean and clean, as if it were innocuous, just on his bedside, and I saw something familiar.
“Oh, good.”
He closed the door and blocked my view, “Sorry.”
I should have turned around, but I’d like to make sure that what I saw was not what I thought.
So I dazzled until I saw him laughing in his murmurs, and I was sick and turned away.
I’m not so sure, but what I just saw was, like, my socks.
And by his bed, by his pillow…
I’ve got goose bumps and I can’t think.
That day I picked up two couriers and came home and found one wrong. It was from my roommate. I threw it at the door, and I didn’t even want to touch it.
The other delivery, my mother, is a pyjamas.
I never bought it. Look at the address and the name.
I went back to my room to try. It fits. Did my mom buy it for me?
This pyjamas is not very exposed, but it’s a little less sophisticated than my former pupil, so I have no doubt.
My mom didn’t return to me. I went to take a bath in my clothes.
But this time I learned to be smart, to turn the water down, not to play music, to listen to the outside.
Indeed, he stepped on it again, so I wore underwear in my new pyjamas, and I put on my untidy pants, so it was so tight.
When I thought that I had nothing to lose, he looked at me as if I had a soul, and his face was red to my ear, as if he had reached some sort of unspoken comfort.
I suddenly understood what it was, and it was disgusting, and I ran away, and I took off my pajamas and cut it.
Shit, it’s disgusting how he put it together.
I’m breathing and I’m shaking.
I’m gonna rip your fucking mask off, rip your head off and tear you apart!
There’s a noise coming from his side. That’s bullshit.
I was born to two more points, and when he finally stopped, he moved softly to the gates and found the delivery in the dark.
The delivery has been removed and the delivery box has been thrown into the trash can.
I wrote down his receipt name, number number on the screen and it wasn’t the one I was calling.
When I returned to the room, I began to search for his name, received name, incomplete cell phone number, etc., in a combination of fields, searched all over the platforms and finally saw the mailbox where he was begging for some seed on a social platform.
I also found a tb store with information from the seller on the delivery box. It’s him. It’s a toy store.
I ran a carpet check, cross-referenced the information I’ve got.
He bought it more than once, and every time he took a happy picture, the latest of which was just now.
I’m sick of driving, and the background to the picture is his room. Yeah, that’s him!
But so far, I haven’t got anything.
I’m flashing, the tb account is usually linked to the account number of a seafood market, and I search, boy, and open the door to the new world.
He’s also a high diamond dealer, with a high level of credibility and responsiveness. But what’s it for?
It’s my routine.
The cups, the socks that were passed, the underwear that was replaced, even the used paper towels, were all on the shelf.
In his personal introduction, he wrote, “The girl’s roommate’s original saline specialty”.
I’m sorry.
I didn’t know there was one thing in the world.
I didn’t know I was gone. I’m sorry.
I have no understanding of such behaviour with normal human logic, and his finger has fallen, and he has sold it for three years and has sold thousands of items, which means that I am not the first victim.
I’m preliminarily sure he’s not just a coyotes who rent out to their roommates, but also a locust that feeds on her roommate’s blood.
But I couldn’t find the socks I lost. At his taste, the one who left behind his pillow.
Thinking of how he’d prefer the socks I’d put through, sleeping with it, with that disgusting sound, I was all numb and I got up and threw the other sock in the trash.
Lie on the bed and I read all his merchandise reviews. Looking at these special men, I really feel like I’m living in a world of sunlight.
Basically, those comments were private, but I suddenly got a comment, and he replied: 539654537, surprise.
I’ll search, I’ll go. It’s customary for a group to look at it, it’s self-evident, it’s a group name.
“Schissy detective.”
It’s also a payback. It’s 200 bucks. I can’t believe there’s more than 500 people in the crowd.
I guess that’s a lot of money, and I don’t know how many of them he has.
I’m stupid enough to know it’s not a proper business.
I was outraged to think that he was sucking not only my blood, but also the blood of all his roommates and thousands of girls.
I quickly applied for a trumpet and paid 200 for meat pain.
He must have fallen asleep, had no news, but he replied to me the following morning, but not directly, but directly.
“Your account is new.” He’s alert.
— — — — — 4.20 updates — — — —
“Of course, you can still use a large number in this group.” I was ready for this, and I had a dirty face bag.
He sent a bunch of laughs and then passed me in.
Don’t look, don’t know. The shadows that don’t normally see are all seen.
Turns out he was in the business of filming. Every day, he went out to take photos of his legs, especially those in stockings, which corresponded to his group name.
In addition, he had written words, numberes, points, specific places, scenes, and then described her other clothes, looks, guesses about her profession and so on in a fascinating language, so that the whole group of men could be connected to happiness.
A fresh photo alone can stir up thousands of waves, full of obscenity and shame.
I think I’m just walking around the street, watching, filming, even yy, and I want to dig up these guys’ brains and feed them to dogs.
One of the most active men, known as “Love you for 10,000 years”, was the first man to jump out of the picture, score all kinds of things, and look like an experienced old man.
Every time I look at him, I can’t stop thinking.
In addition to that, he’s a special archer. As soon as I got into the group, he welcomed me and asked me what kind of legs I liked, what kind of stocking I liked and what kind of stockings I was pulling around.
As a new man, I have stood in the middle of all eyes all the time. He was dissatisfied with a few sounds and threatened to kick me out.
“Are you a brother or not? What are you doing in this group?”
“It can’t be some kind of undercover.
“I tell you, it’s not against the law, it’s the grey industry at best. If you come in, don’t twist, or not a man.”
I couldn’t give up, but I was afraid that I’d go up and look up the chat, and I got a couple of pictures of myself and said he liked it, and he had to put on a little glitch, and he took them off.
I’m relieved. I’m so tired of this guy. It’s not a new number, it’s not an old one, it’s about three or five years.
So I didn’t leave a mark in his space, and I took a drill to see what he was.
In recent years, he has not had any movement, but in the past few years, he has issued some vague fishing stickers, which have attracted a few women ‘ s praise.
Is this the number that he used to make love with?
There’s even an early picture.
I laughed when I saw this picture.
It’s not like it spreads look and anxiety, but it’s like this.
I didn’t know why. It just suddenly gave me a sense of familiarity. But I can’t imagine who he looks like.
It’s because of this group that I’m going out to work this day, and I’m conscious to pick out a long-legged, long-legged pants and feel safer to wear.
But I’m not happy with it.
I’m not the one who did the wrong thing. Why would I give up my freedom to dress?
I took out my new stockings, put on a few heels, head up and go to work.
When I arrived at the company, my co-workers complimented me on how I dressed today.
My male colleague from the other side, who used to laugh, looked at me with his eyes and thought he was a very old-fashioned place to nod and put his hand on his chin.
Thank you so much. I had a white eye in my heart, and he sat there and started taking care of things.
As a result, the male colleague was extremely busy today, having never seen him so interested in my work, asked a question and deliberately printed it by my side three times.
At noon, my female colleague suddenly touched me with his elbow and looked at me as if he was coming again.
I looked up and he looked away from me.
I sniveled at it, but from his angle, he suddenly gave me a flash and I didn’t know why.
I lit up the sock dress with my doubts, and it was 99+, and as soon as I opened it, I started to look at it from the beginning, and the chat went crazy.
It’s basically that “love you for 10,000 years” and it’s crazy.
Look carefully, I’m freaking out on my chin.
“My coworkers are wearing stockings!
“What a good stocking.
“Was she flirting with me?”
I don’t know.
It’s him!
No wonder it’s so familiar.
But it’s no surprise. I knew he was just a piece of shit in human skin.
The others have been givin’ him a picture of me. He’s killing himself. What if you lose your job?
“That’s not easy.” I knocked on the keyboard.
“Just pretend you’re on the ground and you’re going to find it.
“Yes, yes!” A group of locusts.
“This is the best angle,” a series of saliva expressions.
He finally hesitated to say yes and said he wanted to make the best of today.
I pretended to stare at the computer screen and saw him sneaking in my direction and sneezing at me, so I couldn’t help but be obsessed with my heart beating.
I’m sick, trying to calm down, ready.
“Ooh, it’s gone again.”
There was no silver in this land, and he cut off a pen with his arm and pretended to be very reluctant, groaning down and finding it.
I looked at the gap at the desk below my feet, and a cell phone just reached out, and the camera was right in the direction of my chair, and it went back.
Finally, he got up with his cell phone and a pen, as if he was so bent and tired.
And as he tried to pick up his cell phone and enjoy his work, I gave him one look and smiled at him.
He also saw the photo, and he was scared enough to hold his cell phone and hit it on the desktop.
That’s right. I’m the one who put a video on his ugly act and smiled and invited him in.
And if We were to take my eyes back and do our work, he would already be sweating and his hands with the mouse were shaking.
The crowd is still pushing him to ask him where the best is today.
“Yeah, it’s the best of today.” I’m just having fun.
He never spoke again.
— — — — — 4.21 updates — — — —
I’ve been in peace all day, but he’s like a scared rabbit, and he’s always fried.
I did not give him the video directly, but asked him to speak and asked him to be a witness for me.
The roommate was a witness to an improper camping and violation of female privacy.
He’s obviously incompetent. He doesn’t want to go through this, but he has no choice.
“There are more than 600 people in the company, and I’ll send the video out in the group, and tomorrow you’ll never get mixed up in the whole business.”
I took the glass, so I took it easy.
Besides, I did, “Your wife doesn’t know about this, or she doesn’t even know you exist.”
He’s completely demoralized. There’s no way. Wrinkled and asked for mercy.
He told me he was in at least five of my roommates. These five groups are of this type, with stockings, hammocks, foot-loving, all kinds.
He spoke to him as a senior user, knowing that he had a special crush on socks. And it’s from the inspiration that you’ve built these groups.
I can’t help but chill out. How many men and women are stigmatized by this scum.
And when I stayed at the company and made a list of all the evidence, my roommate called.
He knows what I’m doing.
Turns out after I licked my face, the backhand was a sell-off and told my roommate everything.
I thought about it, but I didn’t think so soon.
“It’s all a misunderstanding. It’s a misunderstanding.” The roommate thought about it.
I just want to hang up.
But all of a sudden, he said nothing.
“If you call the police, you won’t get away with it.”
Well, I have nothing to fear.
“Do you think that’s all I care about?
Bullshit.
“What are you trying to say?”
“You know I went into your room.”
He’s self-sufficient. I’m so angry I cut my teeth off. That’s true.
“I left something in your room.”
“What”
“The camera.”
Hang up on the phone, I’m all fucked up. No wonder he was so clear-sighted and undisguised that he had a hold of himself.
I thought I’d change in my bedroom, not wear a lot of stretching, even naked sleep … It was a shame to throw out the phone in my hand.
— — — — 4.22 updates — — — —
I naturally didn’t come home that day, I looked for a place for one night, took a straight day off, went home and looked around to find the hidden camera.
It took half a day to find me in a bed of despair.
What should I do?
If you call the police, my exposed images don’t know where they’re going, what dark corners they’re gonna get, and they’re gonna start a party.
My shame makes me unacceptable.
But if I don’t call the police, I’m sure it won’t help.
He has killed so many innocent women, and his former roommates have been threatened by him, and have been afraid ever since.
I cannot make a decision. It was only then that I discovered that I was not a brave man, weak and weak, but weak and timid, all of those who appeared to be strong.
But I thought, since he knows I’m investigating him, I have nothing to hide.
Whatever the number of cameras in the house, I walked into his room.
– Press the door, it’s locked. I thought the keys to the two rooms he said might be the same, and I tried my original key. Shit, I can’t.
When I waved, I called the locksmith again, and he changed the locks, and he didn’t question me at all.
And We pushed the evil door, and the bedhead was my sock and yellow and white, and drew the sponge baby.
I’m looking around for some video files. Even though it’s fantastic, there’s no other way.
The clothes in his closet were folded, and a coronary beast looked like it. And when I opened the nightstand, I was stupid.
It’s full of girls’ underwear and socks, and they’re all clean, they’re stuck there, they stink, and they smoke my eyes.
Oh, my God, I was the one who moved the cupboard.
The top of the cupboard is a drawer, and it’s my “exclusive” space, all the things that he collects on a daily basis that I used, that’s what I’m talking about, and that’s not how I see them.
This bedside cabinet is his shelf.
The whole room turned down, except for this disgusting pile of shit, I got nothing.
But I haven’t searched his bed, mainly because I don’t want to touch it.
I put my hand under his pillow and had a tablet.
An exciting vibrating hand, which is probably a camera-connected device!
There’s no anomaly. I don’t have his password.
I tried with his name and birthday, and my phone number was all wrong, and I was so anxious as an ant on the hot pot that I finally got a chance on the screen, and one more time the device would lock off.
Dead horse doctor. I tried his mailbox.
No, the tablet is completely locked.
I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
