At 2:30 a.m., I was woken up when people outside the door said he was a community worker.
And when the door was knocked at night, I was asleep.
I got scared, I crawled up, rubbed in my eyes, and in a moment I had a brain.
The knock continued, perhaps using the term “knocking” to describe it as more appropriate.
I pressed the headlight of the bed, grabbed a dress and found a faint sense in the mind that was snarling to lie down and sleep.
It’s a community worker.
I am in isolation and, although it was previously a day-to-day nucleic acid test, community workers have also warned that the situation is changing and that if the outside world changes, they will come to the door for testing during the break.
I went through this once a few days ago because of a sudden change of circumstances, community workers called me at 2:00 in the morning and I almost finished a test while sleeping.
Look at this tonight. I’m afraid things have changed again.
I thought I’d wander into the living room and fall back in my sleep.
Wake up, lady! Test for nucleic acid. I’m sorry.
The knock again, probably thinking I was still asleep, and this time the knock was clearly urgent and intense. When the community uncle shouted and knocked, I tried to lift my eyelids and move softly to the door.
“Wake up, lady…”
And the temperature of the nest overtook me with heat, and I looked in front of the door, and I stunned without control.
“Please wait. I’ll get dressed. I’m sorry.
I squeezed myself into my coat and turned my eyes out of my health code, and I just put my hand on the door, and the door was pounding and shaking.
This shakes me up, pulls back the hand that almost squeezed the door, lifts the cat’s eyelids and sets my feet up and looks.
He’s got a cell phone in his hand. A white sleeve next to it to test for me.
The cylindrical eye is small, but it’s enough to see the outside. I was relieved to press the door.
Will you hurry, ma’am? I’m sorry.
And suddenly, there was something in my head, and my heart was stunned, and I swallowed what was just coming out, and I let go.
It doesn’t seem right.
The old man was black in the eyes of a cat, but the usual community workers were wearing red horse armor.
Most of the naps were scared away, and I raised my hand to my forehead, and I was afraid of making a noise, and I turned and let go and twisted my thigh.
I didn’t dare to make a sound when I looked out again with my mouth shut.
He obviously felt trouble in the house and knocked on the door. The lamp in the corridor was placed on him, covered by a hat mask over most of his face, and the shadows and impatience were clear. I don’t know if it’s my fault, but the man’s face is full of obscurantism.
More importantly, he had black sleeves on both arms, not only red horse armor, but even red sleeves.
He’s not even a community worker!
This conclusion has just been reached, and several details have emerged, and many of the parts that I have been predisposed to ignore have been put together in an instant, and there have been terrible speculations.
I was connected to the network when I just opened the health code. But there was no movement in the letter, and I received no news or notification.
I’m sure you’ll call me before you come to the door. The first was to advise in advance that I would not be able to open the door in a timely manner, and the second was to advise me to wear clothes as soon as possible and save time on both sides.
But at this time of the night, it is clear that most people are sleeping and, if tested, will call first. But my phone list was as quiet as it used to be, and even when I knocked on the door, no one outside thought to call and wake up the head of the family who might be sleeping.
Also, for the first time I looked at a cat’s eye, I actually only saw a white one, and I thought it was white. But this time, there’s still the white in the sight, but I never saw the whole part, like a half body, even a moving arm.
Besides, if there were two people out there, why didn’t they talk?
I was afraid that my face, with a cat’s eye on it, would get out of the door, and I was afraid I might accidentally open the door.
The knock finally stopped and the man in black dropped his hand and looked up at the cat.
I saw a scar on his right eye, deep.
When he hit the door again, I saw a deep scar on his hand.
The door was smashed into the sky, and I had a tremor on my forehead and a hammer, like it hit me.
I shivered my hand and touched the back-lock button under the door.
While living in my home, I was placed with an alarm on my door by community workers. As soon as the door is opened, whether the owner opens it without permission or whatever, the community will be informed immediately and will arrive as quickly as possible.
So as long as it’s locked, I’m in no danger.
But the anti-lock buttons have a voice, and I used to screw it directly, but that’s the sound of metal not locks. It’s clear. I’m afraid people outside the door will hear it.
To force myself to calm down, I squeezed the knob with the sound of a man smashing on the door, with a small force and a decisive twist.
“Hum…”
The sound of the knocks suddenly stopped, and the snaps of the locks in the tongue were blown up in this gap and inserted into a brief silence.
My back was wet in cold sweat, and I looked down to the cat’s eye.
The man put his hand down and stopped knocking on the door and put it on.
He’s laughing.
And he turned with a bright eye, and the scar was terrible, and he turned with him, like a bow full of strong.
“Did you lock the door? I’m sorry.
I’m so scared that my fingers are squirming into the keyboard, and I have to balance my eyes with the guy who’s outside the door, and the sooner I panic, the more chaos I get, the more my fingers are poking, and a distress message is tripping, half a day of editing.
“I was really a community man, but I was trying to help you. Don’t send a message, or you’ll die. I’m sorry.
The man outside the door seemed to see what I was doing, and he kept his voice down, and his speed went up.
I pressed the sending key to hold my hand over the screen and watched the cat’s eye in a suspicious manner.
“Listen to me, you’re in danger. Open the door and I’ll tell you everything, or I’m afraid you won’t live until dawn. I’m sorry.
I’ve just had a very violent man who suddenly changed his tone, and the man outside the door dressed softly, but the tone and the content creep me out.
He’s slowing down like he’s trying to tell me a secret, but I’m looking at his eye scar and I think it’s faster to open the door.
I took a deep breath and sent the distress message to the security guard.
The security room is just a few steps away and the security guard on duty tonight is responsible, which must be faster than I’m calling the police now.
As soon as the message was sent, I received a response from the security guard, who asked me not to open the door, and he helped me with my colleagues.
I’m a little relieved that the finger section of my cell phone has become white and sweaty. But I made up my mind to open the door and not talk until the security guard arrived, and let the man threaten the temptation, as long as I don’t open the door.
“Did you call someone? I’m sorry.
The man never responded to me. He probably reacted to something.
Open the door! I’m not lying. I’m here to save you! There’s someone in your house!”
And the last few words, he shouted down like he feared anyone but me.
As soon as I was in my heart, I looked back.
The house is empty and familiar. It’s the way I live every day.
“There is someone in your house! Open the door! If you call someone, we’ll be late! It’s late! I’m sorry.
Even in the daytime, when people say it, it’s a shock, not to mention that it’s dark out in the middle of the night, and that my house is still grotesque.
Every time he repeats it, I’m whispering in my heart, and even I’m feeling a strange fear in the house.
Impossible, I comfort myself. I’ve just had a major clean-up before my stay, and I can see it all around the house. And now, for so many days, the door was sealed, and there was no such thing as “persons in the house”.
He must’ve lied to me to open the door. If it’s like he said it was to help me, why would he be afraid of me calling?
I thought I heard a little footsteps coming out.
Security!
“I didn’t lie to you! There’s a murderer in your house!”
“Tonight is your last chance. You’re being watched! Open the door, I’m really here to save you! I’m sorry.
“Why don’t you believe me? I’m sorry.
“And if you don’t believe in it, you’ll be up in the middle of the night.” I’m sorry.
The moment the security forces pulled him away, the male population continued to speak in large numbers, without asking me to open the door.
However, he did not say anything about “someone at home” from the moment security officers stormed into the unit door until he was pulled out. No one told me I had a murderer in my house, no more security guards came and he was lying to me.
I’m relieved and I’m scared of everything tonight.
Soon I got a security tip.
The Chief Security Officer apologized for failing to stop the man and for having been distracted by him to harass me in the middle of the night, while assuring me that this would never happen.
He also gave me a brief description of Scarface’s men.
Turns out this man lived in this neighborhood, so he was able to fish and enter my unit as a resident. The man was a normal person, but after his sister disappeared a year ago, he suffered from a serious mental illness. A bunch of bullshit was said in front of my door today because he slipped his medicine.
I have not pursued the situation with any more harshness.
It’s not that I don’t want to look into it at all, it’s just that today I don’t know what to say, even if I call the police. Scarface men don’t actually do any dangerous sexual acts, the worst of which is breaking doors at night. I’m scared, but if he knocks on the wrong door or any other reason, there’s nothing I can do.
So when the Chief Security asked me what to do, I chose to stop. After all, the other side is a poor man, and I can forgive this once and for all.
I took it seriously when I returned to the security boss, and I’d have to look at the cat’s eye and decide whether to open it.
Take care of everything. The sky is covered. I was tired and I went back to bed and fell asleep.
It was only six o’clock when I woke up, and I was wrapped in a blanket, and my heart was stung.
I’m afraid, too. I can’t think what happens if I don’t come to the door in the middle of the night or Scarface has a breaker.
But, fortunately, he’s just mentally ill, not hostile to me, and he doesn’t talk nonsense.
It’s strange to say that on such a beautiful weekend morning I was unable to leave home and should have enjoyed the morning with great pleasure. Sleep lazy, get up and eat good food, watch the play and wait for a nucleic acid test.
But I got back to bed at 1:00 and woke up at 6:00.
I don’t know if it’s because last night’s shock caused me to fall asleep, because the scarface man has nothing to say, or because he’s afraid he’ll scare me in the middle of the night. Anyway, I don’t think I’m in bed, I just feel hairy.
I jumped out of bed, I didn’t go to the wash, I went straight to the living room and opened the cat’s eyelid.
I have to make sure that the doubts and fears of such a similar aftereffect are dispelled.
With my hands on the door, I came up and I found my vision a little darker. Last night we were able to see the outsiders, and now there’s a black spot above the view, which seems to have been blocked.
It’s probably when a couple of security guards and Scarface men pulled it out last night, accidentally broke a cat’s glasses or hung something on a cat’s glasses, blocking my vision.
This room is very high in its eyes, and every time I look at it, I have to put my foot on it to see it. I looked in my eyes and looked at the cat’s eyes while he was in my belly.
Why is the corridor so dark today? What’s this long one?
My heart is heavy.
The vision was blocked, but it had nothing to do with anyone else and there was no crack.
That’s half an eye!
I bit my lips dead and I took my scream back.
I didn’t dare to move, I kept half my face on the door and made sure I wasn’t mistaken.
Above the horizon is a human eye. I see what I think is a cat’s glasses crack. It’s a scar on the face of a man with a scar.
Scarface didn’t leave last night!
Why? Didn’t the guard take him away? We heard him clearly, and he was pulled away with his mouth full of nonsense, and the sound was further away. Then the security boss sent me a photo of them in the security room.
But how did this man show up at my door again with his face on his face? How long has he been here?
I stepped down from the door, picked up my phone and told the security. A few words cost me the guts to push the sending key, and then I just snapped off and stomped on the ground.
Whatever his condition is, he’s already interfering with my normal life, and I’m sure I won’t choose reconciliation this time.
The guard replied to me at the first moment, and it took no minutes from him to send me a tweet. His attitude remains responsible, but his tone is full of confusion.
He said there was no one at my door.
I stood up like I couldn’t read a word. I didn’t believe I was mistaken. And that’s true, again, with a scar of eyes.
Was Scarface playing hide and seek with security? He hides when the security guards come.
I almost cried for security to do it again.
This time I implore him to come quietly and not to alarm the scarface. Security didn’t believe me, but they agreed.
But he replied as he did last time. He continued to say that there was no one at the door, and it was clearly impatience, as if it was me who was sick.
But when I got word from the security guard, I was staring at the cat.
Obviously, that scar didn’t even come out of my sight.
The security guards had almost qualified me as an unreasonable household, and he had repeatedly assured me that there was no one at my door and assured me in good faith that last night would not happen again.
I watched the cat’s eyes and the eye I looked at, and suddenly I had some terrible conjecture.
Will I only see him?
I thought about what the scar-faced man said last night, and I couldn’t feel sick.
Why did he stress that it was too late, why he had made several references to zero, why he had said that I had been targeted, as if I had the answer at that moment.
I breathed and forced myself to calm down.
No, it’s not.
Scarface men are mentally ill and cannot be taken seriously.
But besides that, I can’t think of any other explanation for this strange situation.
I can see the eyes of a cat, even with that scar, the man at the door last night, but the guard came to the door several times, and specifically came whispering in my alarm, and I didn’t find him at the door.
I was on the trigger, the scars were still clear in the cat’s eye, but the security guard probably thought I was fine.
Maybe they were partners!
My heart beats so hard that I can hardly think. I breathed in and tried to remember everything.
The last security guard came to the door to confirm that it had come under my command. But for the first time I called him here, I didn’t ask him to be quiet. But contrary to last night, I didn’t hear any footsteps.
So security didn’t even come.
So last night he told me repeatedly and in detail about the sad experiences and medical history of Scarface, suggesting that if I continue to pursue him, he would lose his job as a security guard because of a small oversight.
I got the most creepy answer, but I couldn’t really figure it out.
This security guard actually knows me well and helped me with some trouble. I’d talk to him if I wasn’t busy passing through the security booth every day.
In such a case, from his point of view, it would not be difficult to do anything or to lie to me about opening the door. Even if he wanted to increase his chances of success, he should have lied to me with someone close to me, not with a man with a rough face that only makes me more vigilant.
So why would he do that? Trying to make me trust him more in the way he saved the beauty, or does he have other aims?
I don’t understand the real intentions of the security guard or why this scarface man has been standing by my door.
Whether he is an accomplice or not, they should be able to draw the result from the alarms on the door and other stickers. A person whose family time limit has not yet expired must not be willing to open the door, and there is no point in his remaining.
And, except when I use it, I’ll put a cat’s eyelid on it. So if he was spying, he wouldn’t see anything.
It doesn’t make sense.
The two men joined forces, one of them slammed the door in the middle of the night and one of them pretended to save me, and the man who scared me did not leave the scene, instead standing at my door, staring at the eyes of a cat who could not see anything. I’ve been thinking about it for a long time, but I can only guess the two possibilities before.
But I think, even if they have something I haven’t guessed, it’s a very hard plan.
Because whatever their purpose is, it’s through me to open the door. If I really forgot the rules of the community and opened the door without permission, then I could also call out for help at the moment I saw the bad guy, or the moment I realized I was being cheated.
All you have to do is make noises, all your neighbors, all your neighbors next door, all you can hear. And I live on the first floor, whether it’s screaming or crying for help.
The thought just started, and the creeps of the hindsight climbed on my back and frozen my limbs.
Yeah, where’s my neighbor?
Last night, when the Scarface man broke the door and yelled at me, it was at night when everyone had a good night’s sleep, and when they woke up, they would be furious.
Scarface men kept shouting in the hallway, almost without stopping, and my neighbours didn’t even open the door to see who was making a scene, and nobody even stopped drinking through it.
Until the security guard came to the door, the man was forced out of the cell door by two security guards who had to pull it together. The process of security control of men is more vocal, but the unit is silent.
Are they all in the same mind that they have nothing to do with it, that they would rather be argued than stopped? There’s really no one in these neighborhoods who’s got a temper.
The more I think about it, the more weird it is, the more I’m shaking my teeth, the more I can barely think about it.
Because I remember, I only met them once.
I’ve seen all my neighbors, but I’ve only seen all of them once.
I live with an old couple, and the door is always open the first day I move my luggage. I looked in the eye, and I was surprised by the obnoxious eyes of the old man.
I’m with a girl on the second floor, who’s about my age.
I just got back from the outside and she came downstairs to pick up the delivery. I was wet in the rain, and she was cold and cold, and there seemed to be a hint of contempt. When I passed my shoulder, I touched her little arm, which was colder than the rain outside.
As for the old couple’s upstairs, the cold-faced girl’s doorway, living with a handsome guy.
I remember when I met him, it was my birthday a year ago. I was home on my own birthday, and he came knocking at the door that evening, saying he lived 201, asking me to borrow a candle.
When the door opened, I was really impressed. The people standing by the door were dressed in a fashionable fashion, like a male model. He’s really gorgeous. He’s got a good body, not 100% perfect, but he’s a rare handsome man. I was in his glamorous assault and didn’t really figure out where it wasn’t perfect, but I felt like there was something wrong with the five officials, but the other conditions were really a thousand different.
Now think, I know where the bug is.
His eyes seem too dark. And unlike the black grapes of a newborn child, it’s like a black paper, dark without light. And when I looked at it, black pressured a pair of eyes, like something weird.
I’ve never seen one of them again, except three times. Even now, I don’t think I’ve heard any footsteps in the hallway.
I didn’t seem to have noticed the details, even at home. Now, it seems that the details are long ago.
I don’t want to believe in my wild guesses against the cold wall behind my back. The tears of fear were full of tears, and I swooped into the community, found the three family heads, and sent a confirmation message.
Unfortunately and thankfully, one was adopted.
The handsome man passed my friend’s test, and I had a blood surge, and my heart almost fell, and I cried and laughed with my phone.
Handsome just passed the application and the girls upstairs approved my invitation. I didn’t have time for anything, and she asked me what was going on last night, so she didn’t sleep.
As soon as that problem came to pass, I felt not anger, but glad.
She heard it. It seems she’s just indifferent. Maybe I did come in and out irregularly, only happen to meet her once.
The other two families were in the same situation, and the complaints about the scar-faced man who hit the door last night were heard outside the mouth.
I’m finally really relieved.
The phone was still on the interface for the handsome, and suddenly a message came in.
It’s a big V that I’m concerned about on Twitter, forwarding a briefing, plus a video of the victim.
I didn’t even want to look at these things, I was about to drop out of the program, and I saw the victim’s picture on the corner, and the eye went off so hard.
The victim was dressed in black and had an obvious scar on his right hand.
I lit a picture to magnify his face with a mosaic, but I could actually see a dark mark in his face to the end of his eye, which should be a scar.
It is clear from the notes that the victim was killed outside our neighbourhood on the street of snacks at 2 a.m.
At 2:00 a.m., it’s time for me to settle a dispute with Scarface.
But I can also make it very clear that half of the face I saw on the cat eye — maybe it’s still on the cat eye right now, as long as I open the cat’s eyelid, the man with the scar face last night.
How can one person be in two places at once? Even less likely to live and die.
My heart beats like a drum and my legs are soft. Hold on to the door frame. I looked at the cat for a while and suddenly realized something.
It’s like when I got up in the morning and opened the cat’s eyelid, it’s always been this half eye and a scar.
I’ve heard of a kind of prank before, putting stickers on cats. If the stickers were carefully designed, there would be nothing unusual out there, only those who use the cat eyes in the house would see the side of the stickers.
In order to verify my guess, I set up a timer on my cell phone, and I looked at it.
I was staring at my eyes and counting in my heart until I couldn’t blink.
Until my eyes were sore, the visible parts of the cat’s eyes remained intact. The so-called half-eye doesn’t blink.
I rubbed my hand in the eye and saw the timer on the phone almost a minute ago.
I knew it was a joke. I misunderstood the security guard and guessed my situation.
I barely strangled my lips, but I was looking at half the eyes of the cat.
Soon, but I did see it.
The screams were again overwhelming, and I fell on the floor and my head was blank.
I haven’t been to God yet, and I’m shocked by the voice of my phone. I turned around and saw the group’s announcement.
This is the most real life-saving straw for me now. I was on my cell phone, and I saw the community gridman personally trust my call.
This time it’s real. Community workers are on their way to my house with Big White.
I picked it up fast when the body of the phone was shaking.
As I said to the security guard earlier, I asked the community to come quietly and see if there was anyone at our door.
The other side of the phone promised to come down, and I kept an eye on the cat and looked at half of the eye.
I was sure I saw that eye moving again when the body was shaking again.
I had a quick eyebrow, and community workers clearly took a few pictures of me, not just at my door, but even on his way out of our unit. Finally, he sent me a video of the whole of our unit.
This clear and unquestioned good news came short of warning, and I inevitably went away. And when you look at the cat again, it’s clear, it’s a corridor.
For a moment, I suspected myself of being overstretched.
The community workers outside the door were afraid to call me as soft as I was scared, even taking care of my emotions, and they did not knock on the door. I can see very clearly through my cat eyes an old man in red horse armor and a doctor’s sister in protective clothing.
Everything that follows is reassuring until the door closes, and I can hear the community uncle comfort me.
I swollen the temple of the sun, and there is nothing like relief.
Now, this “half eye” at my door is exactly the same as expected, and it’s not true that there’s a person standing here. The real Scarface man is gone now.
But was it a coincidence that I just broke down the door last night and walked out on the streets soon after I left?
And even if someone put a sticker on my door, why this morning, why is it so similar to Scarface?
These strange situations have been bothering me, and I have been confused, having spent the whole day on vacation, and have finally managed to calm down and stop being paranoid.
I couldn’t sleep at night when I was in bed, and I couldn’t help but find myself at all.
Scarface’s words are like some vicious curse, nothing in the daytime, the darkness of the day, the gruesome words that fill the house with night. Fear grows dark and coolly crawls every inch of the room. As soon as I closed my eyes, I felt like I was surrounded by people staring at me.
I got up and had a glass of milk and a song for sleep, and I tried many times but still couldn’t sleep properly. I think it would be better to have a zero-point alarm clock, and when I wake up in the middle of the night and see that there is nothing in the room, I’m sure I can get out of my head and get back to normal.
Just timed, I put my finger in, reached out and deleted this alarm clock.
I don’t know what it’s all about. I just thought that if there was anything, that quiet night, the alarm would kill me.
I’m going to sit in my nest, keep my eyes open and wait for zero.
There can’t be anyone else in this room, I’m sure. Because of the simple structure of the room, each room is clearly visible. The rooms, from closet cabinets to cupboard cabinets and lockers, are of transparent glass.
And I have a little bit of coercion, so there’s a wall around the house, or something else. There’s no hideout.
So Scarface said that the moment I had someone in my house, the first thought I had after my mind was that he was lying.
It’s really hard to keep my eyes open, and I just couldn’t sleep, so I felt clearly when I decided to wait for zero, and I couldn’t sleep for the next second.
So I’m sober, and I’m actually a little sleepy. It’s just that I’ve been thinking about not sleeping, and I haven’t been in deep sleep.
Once again I was asleep, and I almost couldn’t stand it, and suddenly I heard a sting from plastic.
The body squirms, and I squirm, and it’s exactly zero.
I can’t breathe, I can’t even hold my head out a little.
Although it was decided to wait for zero, I actually felt nothing at all, just to reassure myself.
But I didn’t think that the moment I got here at zero, I really had a voice.
I’m holding my breath, trying to tell if there’s anything else.
I’m just trying to find a little sense. I’m biting my teeth and I can’t move at this time.
Whatever’s in the house, as long as I don’t move, they don’t know they’re exposed. Since he didn’t come to me first, it means that I wasn’t the target, as long as I pretended not to know.
I closed my eyes and tried to shiver the eyelashes. I’m afraid to cry, but I’m not afraid to show my face and I’m trying to breathe evenly and try to make myself look like I’m asleep.
The sound of plastic was probably in the kitchen, but after that, I never heard anything. My ears are like in a vacuum and nothing can be caught.
After a while of fear, I was sweating and beginning to wonder if I was mistaken. And I listened, and heard nothing, and in the end I fell asleep in my heart.
This sleep was unexpected and drowsy, and when I woke up, the sky was bright.
After so long sleep, I feel like I haven’t slept enough. The moment I sat up, I remembered everything last night.
The sun was bright, and the horrors were hidden at night. I had the courage to go outside.
I crawled down the bed with my hands and feet, and as soon as I got to the door of the bedroom, I understood everything about last night.
A small bag of plastic-packed candy is on the kitchen floor and I can see it at the door of the bedroom.
I put it on the kitchen shelf. Last night, when I took the milk out of the heat, I accidentally ran into a big pack, and the candy in it fell down and fell on the floor, and I couldn’t sleep.
It’s a false alarm, and I’m glad I’m a real snake. Fortunately, this is the last day of my life, and I’ve decided to go out tomorrow and cover up all these bad memories in my head with good experiences and no more delusions.
But at night, I looked at the ceiling, and it was not until after zero, that there was no sound in the house, that I finally felt relieved.
After another sleep failure, I hit a carp and pressed the light and turned over.
I’m looking for the surveillance that I bought earlier.
I’ve actually bought this camera for a while, but it’s been empty since I got it. If nothing happened these days, I might have forgotten it existed.
When the cameras were properly installed, I turned on my phone and looked at the footage, and it was clear and safe.
With this insurance, I can finally sleep.
The first thing I woke up the next morning was to grab my phone and watch the surveillance.
I couldn’t unseal the joy, I went straight into the surveillance footage, and I looked at it carefully.
I’m holding my heart and pulling the line. It’s a good thing the picture’s always empty, and every frame is so quiet. However, hours of surveillance were too power-consuming and mobile phone power was clearly insufficient. I got up and charged and decided to use the computer.
Turning up the computer screen like every day, waiting for a few seconds to turn it on, and I grunted so easily that I tried to make myself look relaxed.
The moment the computer lit up, the hand I entered the code was shaking.
Because when I just opened the screen, I felt a little heat on the bottom of the computer.
Not only is there heat at the bottom of the computer, but there’s something else on my desk.
I have a habit of using a computer, and I use alcohol stickers to disinfect the mouse. I remember clearly that I didn’t throw the sticker last night, but put it on the mouse.
According to the nature of my compulsive condition, the stickers are placed with the mouse on their subconscious.
But now, the stickers are attached to the computer.
Someone touched my computer.
Just after I got up, I turned around the house with my cell phone, and the whole room was just like I was sleeping, and there were no passive traces of the “haired silk trap” I had deliberately set up.
It is not yet time for community workers to come and unseal me, that is, the alarm on the door remains. So in the hours between last night and now, if someone comes in through the door, the community will call me, and even staff will come to see what’s going on.
So this man is not walking through the door.
But it’s impossible to go through the window. I lived on the first floor, knowing that it was particularly important to guard against theft, and when I came in, I bought a few window blockers, all of them on every window. I wouldn’t be able to open a window if it wasn’t necessary.
Anyway, this man is not in the house right now, at least now I’m not in danger. But I don’t know where this guy might be, would he notice my behavior or even face. So I’m just going to pull the security camera in a way that I don’t know anything, and I’m going to stand up, and I’m going to relax and get my phone.
The moment my hands touched my cell phone, I was frozen and I had a smile like a mouth mask that could hardly be sustained.
There’s no window blocker in the bedroom window!
I still don’t think I can do it when I’m editing the alarm and expressing all the weird things that have been going on for two days in the most nuanced words.
I bought a window blocker that was studied, and it couldn’t be moved outside unless the window was hit by violence.
Like a brain overpower, I can hardly organize anything. I was so anxious to look back and breathe, and I was watching the surveillance footage on the computer.
At 1:01 in the morning, I climbed out of my bed and turned on my computer to see the surveillance footage. When you wipe the mouse with an alcoholic sticker, I don’t know why you moved the sticker from the mouse to the computer.
I looked at myself in the camera, and then I saw, as I got up, I looked up, and I accidentally slipped to the window and shaved the window block.
Look back, the window block is on the ground. It just fell on the floor of a doll, which should be the case, when it fell without a sound.
The redacted alarm message didn’t come out, my fingers hesitated, but I didn’t remember getting up last night.
But the people in the surveillance are really me.
If it’s really me, it makes sense that the window blocker is out of the window, that the alcohol sticker is moving, that the computer is hot.
Did I really forget? I’m scared of myself?
I was a little shaken when I thought I was asleep and forgot what I had done the previous day. Swinging in, a message from a cell phone. After two vibrations, I heard two knocks coming from the living room.
It’s light, like it’s bothering someone inside.
Scarface’s fear remains, and I’m almost unconsciously running to the door, holding on to the cat’s eye.
I just saw a tall, skinny back. He looks like a young man in a very personal fashion.
The message was sent by community workers who were on their way to help me with the alarm on the door and informed me in advance.
I just answered “received” and the phone switched to the call page.
The number is the virtual number provided by the platform, but I’m familiar with the sound of the call, the guy who always delivers the delivery to me, telling me that the delivery is at the door, and I have time to pick it up.
There’s been too much going on these past two days, and I’m a little confused. I didn’t think it was the perfume I bought the other day. I ran out of the bottle. I bought another one.
Just after dropping out of the page, community workers sent word that they had arrived. I’m listening to the door, watching the red horse armor move around. A few minutes later, the door was softly knocked, the community worker told me that I could leave, and the old man warned me that there was a delivery at the door.
I opened the door and it was a perfume delivery. The packaging was unpackaged, the items were intact, and a small gift was given by the merchant, together with a handwritten letter from the shopkeeper.
The little gift was the new perfume of their house, and I took two bottles of perfume into the house and opened the letter reading on the door frame.
Spreading the inner page, the fragrance followed, with only a few words on the letter, and my joy was in the corner of my mouth, pulling the door fast.
The paper squeaked on the floor of the living room, I backed back, but the words were red and hit me in the eye again.
“A little present I hope you like. Happy holidays. I’m sorry.
There was a holiday the other day. Logistics was delayed for a while, and the delivery should have arrived a few days ago, according to normal time. It’s probably just that the seller wants to be warmer, not as official as black.
But this holiday is not for the living!
I’m numb to my skin and I feel that all the red words on the ground are red eyes and I even smell blood.
Who the hell is that? What does this letter mean?
“Ding…”
The phone rings, and I’m all mundane.
“I’m sorry, Mrs. Whale, I just sent you the wrong delivery because the two look the same and the address is a unit, and I accidentally turned back. I’m sorry. I’m going back now. I’m sorry.
Wrong?
My subconscious murmurs and my mind captures the information in each other’s words.
“A unit? You mean, I got a delivery from our unit? I’m sorry.
But if it wasn’t for me, who’d get it? Who would buy something like that?
“Yes, I’m really sorry. Mr. 201 bought the delivery for his girlfriend and he found it wrong. Because of the celebration of the anniversary, the gentleman found out that the card envelope he had instructed the seller to give was not in the delivery and looked closely to see that I had sent it wrong. I’m sorry.
For the rest of my life, I was relieved by an unnamed fire, and I did my utmost not to anger the delivery boy who accidentally delivered the wrong delivery.
So this holiday isn’t what I thought it was, it’s a date anniversary.
I haven’t come home yet. The handsome upstairs came down first to trade with me.
In his words, we know each other, and there’s no need for a delivery.
I explained with some difficulty that I had removed the delivery and saw the letter. Handsome men don’t mind, and have some shame in explaining themselves because writing is so ugly that they ask the store to write cards.
The handsome man said that his girlfriend was sweet, and I happen to know that he wasn’t single, and then his past invisible thoughts went out.
Now there’s nothing to think about, and I’ll look at people without natural filters. In this way, his eyes are indeed dark, strange and even scary.
It’s sweet of a handsome man to say two or three things about himself and his girlfriend and to listen to all his descriptions of his girlfriend. But now I don’t have the idea of listening to a love story, and I look at that handsome face of a handsome man, and I always think about the scarface of that night.
It’s probably the chain reaction of these days, and I’m almost in the state of wind, and I feel terrible about everything.
I finished the conversation, I checked the package, I took my things back, I took them with me, and I locked the handsome man’s “good-bye” from the door.
Once again, the door was closed and I found myself sweating.
The package was indeed mine, and it was also something I bought to open, and there was only a good return flyer, and there was no strange letter, and I came back from the brink of collapse again against the wall.
I watched a long-legged spider on the carpet before I got back to my head.
I’m afraid of these worms, even more afraid of the long-legged spiders, a dazzling one, who enters the room first, and my long feet are so thick, that I’m a little creep.
I was so busy, I had to go to the tea table and get a towel of paper, and I had to kick in the perfume.
And then back in time, the fucking spider was no longer in the living room. I’m afraid, but I’m more afraid that this thing will come to me at night, even in bed, if not now.
I did see it when I went down to my bedroom, looking for it.
My bedroom bed is in contrast to the computer table, and the wall and window at which the door is located are right, and the long-legged spider is on the line on the wall at the computer table and on the side of the wall at the door frame, just a few dozen centimetres from the ceiling and is still lying still.
I can’t be afraid to move the ladder from the kitchen.
This ladder was bought at the end of last year to think of “sweeping.” The sister in the next unit told me that they used to clean the ceiling before spring. But when I bought it, I was lazy, and the ladder was idle, and I didn’t think it would be useful today to catch spiders.
The spider was closer to the wall where the door frame was, and I set the ladder by the door frame, carefully avoiding the mirrors that I put on the wall by the door.
Good thing the spider stayed where he was when he climbed. I’m numb, I’m holding a towel and I’m holding it hard.
I even felt like it was biting me off paper. Two fingernails held the paper, and I threw the other hand so hard that I could shiver.
It’s a serious question of whether the spider will come out of the ladder when I throw the paper on the floor.
It’s like a little black dot where the computer table touches the wall, the wall where the door frame is, and the ceiling, where the line that just caught the spider is tens of centimeters taller.
I’m a little shortsighted, and I’m usually cleaning the house and the ground, and I barely look up and look at the ceiling. I don’t remember any stains there.
Is it a nail? Before I came in, the landlord told me never to crucify the wall myself.
I just dropped off the ladder and threw the spider, the hot potato, and I saw it rush into the toilet and there was no trace.
I have to try to explain to the landlord that I didn’t do this.
Up to the top, I saw it wasn’t a nail.
It’s a camera.
A small, round black dot, shimmering red light.
I can’t say I’m getting a little bit cold on my back, like that camera set me up.
So there’s someone in my room. It’s just that the guy put his eyes on the ceiling and hid them under my nose in the most difficult way!
So the trap I’ve been using these days to test is not one of them. Because he saw me on the camera, where I put my hair and notes, he knew what I had done to deal with him.
So I waited for nothing to do outside the zero, even with surveillance, and everything was normal, not because the house was safe, but because the other side knew I was open.
Also, what I saw this morning wasn’t real surveillance!
I don’t know where I hit the window blocker, but the first frame was I turned to the window stand, the second frame was the window blocker on the ground, which could be cut!
There is also an alcohol sticker that moves from the mouse to the computer, and a reverse is perfectly seamless.
It’s not hard to succeed because my surveillance is on his side!
Who is this man? Why did he… when did he install the camera?
I can’t think at all, I can’t think about it, I can’t think about it, I can’t think about it, I can’t think about it, I can’t think about it, I can’t think about it, I can’t think about it, I can’t think about it.
I’m not even feeling my spirit, I’m tired, I’m squeezed and I feel like I’m going crazy.
I looked up and saw eyes in the mirror.
I just closed it outside the door.
The man in 201! He’s lying in my window!
And I fell down on the ground, and I pulled the curtains to death, and the strange face was like it was branded on my window, and the curtains covered the eye, and I saw his lips raised.
When I said the things that were before me, I squeezed in the corner to remember where I lived, and the sister who was on the police told me to lock the doors and windows, and they came here in 10 minutes, and I couldn’t say anything but stare at the curtains.
For a moment, I really thought he would open the curtains.
The shadow behind the curtains moved, and I followed it, and I looked back.
He’s running!
No. If he runs, I’m done.
I threw my hands and my feet in front of the window, and I hit my head with a hard head, and there was a glass between us.
The shadow disappeared, and I threw my head in despair into the window, and suddenly I heard a sound of sound.
Stop right there!
I don’t remember how I got to the police station, and I looked at the police officer’s sister’s lips, and I realized that she was all right.
The 201 guy who was lying in front of the window was filming me with a camera, and she saw me. He ran away, was chased all the way by his mother and was running into the hands of the police.
The police sister told me everything that the man had been looking for a camera since I was in the house, and the first time I remember was the only time I met him, the day he planned to install it.
He pretended to borrow candles, measured my house while I was looking for candles and determined where the camera was. Then, as I was going out, he entered my house quietly and installed the camera, and disappeared in front of me.
He’s been watching me for so long that I’ve clearly identified my life habits, including my preferences.
And the delivery package was not sent wrong, and, according to his own admission, it was a “show of love”.
His so-called girlfriend, is me.
The police sister gave me a ride home, but I looked back on the way, and there was always someone staring at me.
He stayed in his room for a while, and I sent a message to the landlord telling him I was moving.
The landlord was a man who loved to take advantage of a small amount of money, and in such a case he was too bragging to tell me not to refund the rent and the damage to the wall was on my head.
I didn’t mean to get involved with him, but I asked for all of him.
It takes time to pick a house, and I stayed up all night and finally found a suitable set, but the owner told me to move in three days.
I can’t, but I really don’t want to live in this room all day, even my own luggage.
After asking the owner of the new house, it was said there would be three days before they could move in. I grabbed my bag and decided to go out to the hotel.
When I came to the door of the unit, I met the sister of the unit next door, and she was in the middle of my wall.
I just hate the fact that I didn’t listen to her at the time, so I cleaned the ceiling. That way, I could have found the camera.
My sister next door knew about me, and now I’m carrying a little bag, and I thought I was going to book a hotel. She’s nice. She told me not to go. You can stay with her for a few days if you’re afraid.
I feel like I’m bothering each other, but I’m so scared that I can’t sleep properly even if I go out to a hotel. So I almost couldn’t wait to say yes to her and squeeze her into her house.
When I came into her house, I stood there a little bit, and my sister warmly greeted me and picked up a teapot to make me tea.
I’m sorry to bother her again, but I took a bottle of mineral water on the table and told her not to make tea.
She didn’t want me to sit in the living room, and she said she’d warm my milk later and let me sleep.
I squeezed a plastic bottle into the living room, basically turning back three times, and I felt like it was really bothering her.
The sister’s living room does not have a couch like my home, only a couch, and it’s all completely different.
Just sat on a reclining chair, and heard what was ringing, and We rose up, and looked around like a bird.
My sister looks at me like I’m heartbroken and funny, and we all know it’s not soundproofing very well, and she comforts me to say who might have an alarm clock or a cell phone, and there’s really no need to be so scared to live with her.
It’s like I’ve heard it before. But I tried to put myself back together and didn’t want to cause her too much trouble.
In the end, I squeezed the water bottle and poured a few sips of water and decided to crush my strange thoughts.
My sister told me she had to cook first, asked me to watch TV or listen to songs, to think of the place as her home and not to think. I did turn on the TV, but I couldn’t see anything.
There’s a case-related show on TV, and I might have been curious to look at it before, and I’m not interested in it at all.
But I didn’t look at the remote, and my sister said she was in the living room and asked me to find out where she might have landed.
I looked around, and I looked down under the tea table, and I looked in the house, and I set it on the wall, which was connected to her.
Behind this wall is my bedroom.
The two of us look exactly the same, but why does it look like my bedroom is stuck in her living room?
I frowned and heard the bell before.
My ears capture the sound of that noise, and I look at the part of my sister’s living room, and I just feel creepy.
I can’t hear the sound anymore. I’m chasing it like the bewitched one, trying to push it on my sister’s wall.
I thought I was overstretched, but I didn’t think I’d pushed the wall!
I see not my bedroom, but a little space.
Maybe it should be called a room.
All four walls are covered with my photographs, and the bells are drawn from the one-sided photo wall that separates me from my bed, with a timer on the wall, which should ring at certain times of the day. I was familiar with it because I heard it in my sleep, and I thought it was the alarm clock of my sister next door.
Turns out it came from between us.
The house was small, but it was full, and the fruit was stymied, and I had just pushed the door with a one-man-high black pole with three fan-like things from top to bottom. Tea snout next to the pole, a small cup of tea next to the teapot, a cup of hot air.
The cups are on the little ones, with a board of chess. Three soldiers, two black, one red, and one black, but the others are already in the enemy’s camp.
There are four computers in this little space, three are logging in on Twitter, from left to right, 201 men talking to my Twitter page before they get caught, 202 girls accusing me of disturbing people in the middle of the night, 101 old couples and older uncles.
On the page is the computer with a voice-transformation microphone.
And the computer on the right, it’s showing the surveillance of every house in my house.
My heart is shaking, my heart is stiff and my eyes are drawn to the books.
The diary was distributed, and the words were good and clear, and I saw it clearly.
“She appears alive in front of my window every day, and she has a dress and a beautiful face. I’m sorry.
And I looked down, and below the page I painted a man, a few pens, but I recognized him.
“My frescos are bugged by the wildlings outside. It’s a bad time to see her sleep. But would she be compelled to jump out of the picture? I’m sorry.
It’s the back of the picture and it’s twitching on the eye.
“Why didn’t you think of looking back? I’m sorry.
This is the moment I saw the camera on the ladder.
My sense of reason made it clear to me that it was time to turn around and leave immediately, but I was pinned down here by the dense video of photographs, the surveillance footage still being taken and the diary in my hand.
The images and memories in this book respond to each other and strike at my vibrating mind.
The first half of the book was sealed, and I went through all the pages that I could see back there and found that it was all me, all sorts of times, all kinds of me.
There was no painting on the last piece of paper, only a few red letters.
“Whale, just saw. Are you satisfied? I’m sorry.
The diary fell off the ground, fearing that this moment had become the driving force for survival. It seemed as if I had finally moved out of my previous state, pulling my legs to the “door” that just came in, and finding that the door had been closed and sewn.
He’s gonna lock me in here!
I was so strong that I was about to hit this thin door and I heard a question from the outside.
“Who are you? What are you doing in my house?”
Sister next door!
She was given no reply, no hesitation or delay at all. As soon as the sister next door was out of the way, the tailing became a sad scream.
And then there’s the sound of heavy objects and the noise.
It looks like… a chainsaw!
I can’t say whether I’m feeling guilty or I’m more fortunate to have escaped, but it is true that the outside voice has returned to its sense of reason.
The eyelids were beating and the back was sweating. I knew I’d meet that man face-to-face if I just opened the door.
But if you don’t open this door, he’ll deal with me when he’s done with the sister next door. What he wants to do then is nothing but a trap, and I have no place to fight.
I can’t just sit here and walk through the door and wait here for the same result.
Wrong! There must be more than this exit!
If this man has been watching me here for so long, and he’s got a lot of cameras, it means he must’ve come and gone in my house.
The secret room and the part of my wall is the same photo wall, all of which is my picture, and I pushed a couple of times and didn’t feel anything like a door.
I’ve been held hostage by despair and panic, and I’ve lost my head and I’ve had electricity in my bones, full of despair.
But all the attempts have not helped, and there is really no place on this wall to push.
I’m not willing to turn my body over to the wall, and suddenly I think of something.
Will there be any control?
The hope of life has re-emerged, and I have torn the picture on the wall, cold and hot on my hands, and I have to stare at it and keep an eye on it.
As I imagined, I saw two fine lines on the wall, and there was a door on the wall. But I pulled a picture of the whole wall, and I didn’t find any machine buttons.
I stood on the ground against the wall for a few moments, and I finally read it.
It was this moment when I realized that the chainsaw outside the wall had stopped.
Instead, it was a slight footsteps. It’s not too short a sound, as if it’s a relief from the master. But it is in my ears, but it is not the call of death.
I had to breathe and force myself to calm down. But the footsteps are getting closer, and it seems that my neck can feel the temperature of the man ‘ s breath, and my hands shivering in the chamber.
“Ooh. I’m sorry.
The door is open.
The string that was sorely twitched in my brain, I looked at the stars, but suddenly I saw it, as if it was coming from the left side.
The sound just came from my wall. It’s the door on my house!
I pushed the door in the middle of the door, and I heard the door behind me.
He’s in the secret room!
I threw myself at the door of my bedroom and I threw myself in the closet, staring at that door. The power of the explosion at the close of life or death was amazing, and the cabinet at the same height as the door was really pushed over and firmly held up the door connecting the secret room to my home.
I pushed all the jars around me to the floor, from the secret door on the left side of the bedroom to the right side of the room, my original bedroom door, and I rushed down a bunch of obstacles and prayed for the worst outcome, which would hold him back for a while and help me delay.
Looking at the silkless closet, I took a little breath, and the door to the secret room on the left side of my bedroom blocked it and I was safe for a while.
The man’s strength in the chamber could not have been as strong as the door blocked by the cupboard. I think even if he eventually broke out, the cabinet would be enough for me to let the police come.
I stood by the bedroom door and suddenly stopped with my hand in my pocket.
The phone’s not on me! I can’t call the police!
The nuanced sense of security that fell on the floor fell back on the ground in a moment, and I remembered in despair that my cell phone was at the sister’s house.
I only have a cell phone, and it’s not realistic to get it back, so I can’t call the police by phone.
It’s no less dangerous to go out and ask for help, and I can’t be sure if the man in the secret room has gone out of his neighbor’s sister’s house, will he come into our unit and wait for me to open the door and run away.
Yes! I can jump through the window!
I saw a person’s face on the window with his hands and feet pounced to the side of the window and pulled the brakes open.
“Aah…”
There was a hole in my head, a few steps back from my senses, and I was tripped to the ground by obstacles to my feet.
The man’s face is so gruesome, it’s so gruesome under a half-covered curtain.
And We searched the earth in murmurs, and lifted up the recharging treasures, and cried out to the outside of the window and to the side of the secret door.
“I called the police! You’d better not come in. The police will be here soon. If you don’t come in, I’ll let you go, but if you come in, you’ll go to jail! I’m sorry.
The man out of the window did not move any further, I flew to the curtains, I didn’t know if the man in the chamber believed me, and I was not sure whether the man was still in the room ready to rush into my house, or whether he had left the room, walked into my neighbor’s sister’s door, entered my unit and waited outside the door for me to open the door.
If he is outside my house, I should now go to the living room and tell him in front of the door that I called the police so that he would be afraid to come in.
“Baby, lying is not a good habit. Your phone’s on the next desk. I’m sorry.
I’d rather be hallucinating, but I’m awake and I hear the sound behind me.
The brain doesn’t want to turn around at all, and I even want to get into the ground like an ostrich, or he’ll just get rid of me, and he won’t suffer like that again.
But it is true that the body literally turned around, and reason tells me that as long as he doesn’t catch me, I may have a chance to escape.
I saw the source of the sound.
On the right side of the wall, which connects the secret room to the bedroom, the man stands by the wall with a smileful eyebrow.
“Good boy, you don’t think there’s only one door on the left, do you? I’m sorry.
I pulled a backpack with my hands, looked at him, he was stiff, he had an uncontrollable twitch.
The man who saw me was scared, and he seemed satisfied and he leaned on the door behind him.
Now!
Suddenly I threw my arm out of my hand, the backpack came out and jumped at the man by the wall. The man was obviously a man, and I ran out of my whole body.
I’ve been scared, I’ve been disassociated from the feelings of the six gods, but my mind has become clear. And when I ran to the next bed, I chose in my head which house to run to.
The kitchen was able to walk through the window, but the windows in the house were all put on a window block, which would have wasted time.
The windows are usually used to protect themselves, and the critical time has come to become a trigger for delay. I bit my teeth so hard I ran into the living room.
Although the man’s accomplice is still outside the window, it takes the shortest time to walk through the door, and as soon as the door is opened out of the unit, my cry for help can be heard, at least with a ray of hope.
Besides, maybe when I ran out, this man’s partner didn’t get to my door!
“A whale, run for nothing. I won’t hurt you. Why are you avoiding me? I’m sorry.
The man behind me doesn’t seem to be rushing at me, and his tone is smooth, even gentle, as if he wasn’t really going to hurt me.
If I hadn’t just seen the knife in his hand, I might have been confused by his words and stopped trying to negotiate with him.
Instead of listening to the sound of the footsteps behind me, I became more anxious to fall on the ground, so that I could hold on to the walls and continue to move unsuspecting feet.
“Whale, don’t you look back at me? If you open the door, I’ll be really sad. I’m sorry.
The words of the men behind me are like the bells of death, and I have been crying and desperately discovering how long the road to the living room is.
“A whale, look at me, look at me! I’m sorry.
That was almost in my ear, and I was about to blow up my scalp and threw myself at the doorknob.
It won’t open!
The doorknob sounded so loud that I couldn’t believe it.
I cried out of my head, completely out of my mind, holding the doorknob while I hit it.
Everything is useless and the door is not open.
Maybe you know what I’m gonna face, and I’m still pushing the door, even if I know it’s over.
Until the back of the neck was cold, a tatter of air was wiped, then a hand was put on the shoulder and the blood on the hand was sorely red on my clothes.
“Why are you so incompetent? What am I supposed to do with you? I’m sorry.
I suffocated with my blood and turned around along his path.
This time I saw his face.
This guy doesn’t look like a pervert. Even his looks were good, and if he was on the road, no one would be able to link him to that word.
When a man sees me turn around, his hands don’t continue to fall on my shoulder and hold my hand.
His hands were cold and cold, covered with slimy and wet blood, and I trembled uncontrollably.
“Poor, your hand is hurt. I’m sorry.
Following his eyes, I looked to my palms, which were bloody, which were cut when the photographs were torn in the chamber, and I was unaware.
“That’s such a good skin. I’m sorry.
A man groans, and I understand his subtext — a broken skin bag, it’s useless to keep it.
The strength of my wrist has grown, and I’m afraid I want to ask for forgiveness, so I can’t say it for half a day, and I can’t even watch a man raise his knife to my face.
I’m in shock, but I’m afraid of losing my voice and waiting for a final trial.
“Boom-boom!”
And the door was blown, and I and the man were struck, and the knife in the hand of a man was about to cut my face, and he turned aside, and for the first time in his eyebrow there was an uncertainty.
From that fainting emotion, I read something. The connection is still knocking, and my heart is beating.
Men signal me to talk.
“Who is it?”
The sound was finally recovered in fear, and I tried to ignore the knife across the neck and the tone was calm.
“A whale, it’s me!”
It’s a community uncle who came to make me a nucleic acid!
“Whale, how are you? Are you still scared today? Is everything all right? I’m sorry.
This is the community mom who helped me catch 201 spying on my man!
They’re supposed to come to see me in the middle of the day because they’re afraid of the psychological consequences of this.
Then may I take this opportunity to tell them about me!
“Don’t be afraid, don’t open the door. I’m just asking your uncle, I’m afraid you’re scared! Tell us something! I’m sorry.
“Hey, kid, why don’t you talk? I’m sorry.
Men point the knife, ask me to respond.
“You know what to say, baby. If it’s not good, I might not listen to it. I’m sorry.
Men whisper in my ears like lovers. I’m holding my breath, and I’m afraid I’ll be cut by a knife.
After blinking, the edge of the knife was slightly removed.
“Thank you, ma’am. I’m fine. I’m sorry.
Speaking in despair, I kept praying that two people outside the door could hear something from me.
But they left after telling me to find the community!
The last road was broken and my back was cold and sweaty and my heart was cold.
It’s over.
Men held me hostage and tied me to a chair.
I didn’t mean to resist, but this is a big, powerful type that I can’t get away with. If I resist, I will die faster.
“Please, leave me alone. I’ll do whatever you want. Please…”
I put in the tone and tried to be as pathetic as possible, hoping to impress the man. After all, it’s all my pictures. He must like me. Maybe I’m doing well. He’ll think about keeping me alive.
“Why are you running, my dear?” I’m sorry.
The knife sarcasticizes my profile, the man’s face is the same and the tone is still light.
I was so scared that men ignored my pleas for forgiveness and kept telling me how they loved me.
“You couldn’t open the door, right? I’m sorry.
The prayer is useless, and I have decided to start stalling.
“I asked you to look at me, and you ran like hell — that door was so good? Look, I said you’d regret it if you didn’t. I’m sorry.
“What about the man outside the window? Has he gone?”
I remember the face I saw when I opened the curtains in the bedroom, but I couldn’t help it.
“Well, so to speak,” the man laughed so bad, “Well, it was just a picture. I’m not afraid you’ll find out. After all, a scared bird would be scared to see a scarecrow. I’m sorry.
I see! There’s nobody out there!
I was desperate to think that if I had just chosen to jump from the window, I would have been saved now.
“What about the Scarface man last night? Did you kill him? I’m sorry.
The men returned to the secret room with a full set of knives, scrambling in front of me, with their lips grotesque, and enjoying my excessive fear of losing my bloody face.
“You misunderstood me, baby. How could I do that face? It was my puppet who helped you with this noisy fly. I’m sorry.
I forced myself not to close my eyes and try to make myself look less afraid.
“So Scarface was really here to save me, but I never had an affair with him. I’m sorry.
The man stopped playing with the blade and picked up a thick book from the side.
The first half was sealed and the second half was a diary of my pictures and photos.
“Whale, didn’t open the front when I saw it? Guess what’s in here? I’m sorry.
And I looked at him, and knew that the more calm I was in the face of such a man, the more calm I was, the more time I could delay, and more than he expected.
“This is your diary on Scarface’s sister.”
A man’s face is full of surprises. I can see the accident in my eyes.
“You’re the beauty I see. I’m sorry.
He opened the first half, turned to a page and handed it to me.
That page, which is like a handbook, has a thin membrane with some of its shapes like maple leaves.
“What is this? I’m sorry.
I guess that’s not a good thing, but I can’t stop asking.
“One hand. I’m sorry.
“The hand of Scarface’s sister. How’s that? Pretty, isn’t it? I’m sorry.
“It’s only a pity, it’s a little broken when it’s peeled. Don’t worry, baby, I’ll treat you with complete sincerity and patience. I’m sorry.
The man said, “Put something on the ground.”
I tried so hard to stop myself from trying to shrink, and I moved on. I was tremors at the mouth when I was asking.
“If Scarface was dead that morning, why did he appear in my cat’s eyes in the morning? You did this, didn’t you? I’m sorry.
“Yes, the hologram in the secret room. Baby, you were so cute when you believed it. I’m sorry.
Turns out the black pole in his secret room was a hologram.
“So Scarface is the Red Army under the chess board, and you let everyone think 201 men were spying on me and making him your scapegoat. And I’m being lured by my sister next door. I’m sorry.
The man, without doubt, went forward and looked me in the eye, and looked at me like water, and his hands were clear.
“It was really nice talking to you, my baby. But it’s time we made a beautiful mural together. I’m sorry.
Wait!
The sharp edge of the knife is closing, and I can’t go on pretending.
“Why do you have to kill me? Your diary says I love this mural because it’s so sweet. If you kill me, this painting will be dead! I’m sorry.
“You’ve spent so much time making arrangements for me to have three neighbors, and you’ve landed all of them, and you’ve been communicating with me, you’ve filled my house with cameras, and you’ve been putting pills in my cup bowl every day while I’m out or sleeping, and you’ve made me sleep unsuspectingly — you’ve done so much in trouble, you must’ve wanted me to live, right? I’m sorry.
“Let me go, I’ll pretend I don’t know anything and we’ll get back to our old lives together at home. I’m sorry.
I used the word “we” to make him feel more. But the word goes out, the man’s face is not loose, even as if he didn’t hesitate.
‘Cause you’re not good. It’s good, but it’s not good if people are thinking too much and want to jump out of the frame. I’m sorry.
And despite my pleas, the man approached, and I closed my eyes in despair.
I can’t imagine the pain, the sound of broken glass and the sound of heavy matter falling. I’m so anxious to open my eyes and I’m seeing a man down!
The police took control of the man and saved me.
It’s been a while since I’ve been able to look back. Until the man was taken away, We made him look down.
It’s just that I didn’t think it would be my nightmare for years.
Instead of panic, or the frustration that the plan had been destroyed, he laughed at me.
And We took a step back from our consciousness, but it was the back of his cold and strange eyes that smote him.
After repeatedly confirming to the police sister that he could never come out again to spy on me, I finally, finally, really gave up.
The police sister brought me to the door, and the community’s grandpa came round and round, and they repeatedly pulled me to the left and looked at me, and the fear of day and night was shattered, and I sincerely thanked them.
Especially the man who just knocked on my door.
“Thank you very much. If you and your aunt hadn’t called the police, I might have called you now…”
“Oh, boy, you saved yourself. We just called the police. Fortunately, after the Scarface man knocked on the door that night, you talked to us in advance and said “I’m fine” was a call for help. Without that, we wouldn’t have heard anything strange. I’m sorry.
Grandpa’s moms waved, told me not to worry. I’m still holding my mother’s hand, especially thanks to her.
“You saved my life twice. Thank you so much. When I settle down, I’ll come back to see you both! I’m sorry.
I heard that I was moving, and my parents told me repeatedly to see who the new landlord was, and they asked me to see if there was a camera door or something.
It was difficult, but the landlord asked me to see the house moved in three days later, and I declined the offer.
I was told that the new room would be waiting for a few days and that my mother had just enthusiastically asked me to stay at her house. She said she lived alone for a long time and needed a companion. Now I’m scared to live here again, so why don’t we just move in with her for two days.
I felt a lot of trouble, but people talked to me, and I was afraid, and I ended up at home with my mother.
Had to say, living with someone else is safer than living alone. In particular, my mom was talkative and passionate, and my lingering fear, embarrassment and embarrassment were wiped out for a while.
Ma told me to sit down and watch, and she turned down my helper and said that she hadn’t had this much fun in years since her old friend left.
I’ll just take my bags and go to the room she’s prepared for me, and I’ll clean it up and go out and help her.
This room is the mother’s own room. She just took her bed to the next room and changed it. I packed the bed, and the chair was stacked with two clothes from my mother, but I didn’t have time to wash them.
I was just asking my aunt if she wanted to put it in the washing machine, and suddenly the clothes slipped in my arms, and a note slipped.
It’s just a simple note, and it’s supposed to be left by the kid who made up with her. I laughed, and my mother said she would never recognize the child again, but still kept his note.
It’s warm, it reminds her of cold clothes, medication, etc.
It’s just the writing I’ve seen somewhere.
The paper is already yellow and the handwriting is slightly vague, but it still shows a beautiful flow.
It’s like the handwriting of a secret diary.
He’s not on the board!
I suddenly remembered that when he tried to delay his confrontation with the secret room man, he didn’t seem to admit that he was the black man, that I was the first to think that it was him.
I finally realized what I was doing, and I climbed up and headed for the door, but I was a little blurry.
The last sound I heard before I got into chaos was the sound of a knife. Register number: YXA1v2BgpyIm5AnRoddZDx
I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
