The girl in the attic was beautiful. She invited me to her room.
When I woke up, I found myself tied to her bed, and I didn’t remember what happened.
In 2018, I quit my job to rest at home because of severe depression.
Kari’s savings are only enough for a few months. I’m afraid to go home, and my friends aren’t in touch.
At that point, I often felt like I had failed, couldn’t find the point of living, and more than once wanted to stand on the window.
Until one day, a girl moved into the attic.
At that time, my joint rental room was the penthouse with the attic, the first floor being a room with a boy, two attic rooms on the second floor, where a girl was living, and the one upstairs that I had just rented out.
When I was washing my clothes that day, I met a new girl who had taken a bath.
She was wearing a white dress, and her hair was wet and loosely on her shoulders.
She’s pretty, smiling at me.
He said: “Hello, my name is Xiao Jing. I’m sorry.
I want to see her every day.
One.
A week later, she went to take a bath and I went out and planned to walk.
The lights in the bathroom were on, the flushing was ringing, and I turned and found her door was not connected, but covered.
The room is quiet. The guy at the door was a programmer, and he went home from work to play with his computer, and he was probably wearing headphones.
Another girl in the attic, as usual, should still be working overtime.
I suddenly had an evil idea. Back in the house, I took my slippers off and walked down the stairs.
No sound. Good. The water in the bathroom continues.
One step, one step, one step, I walked to her door.
Pushing the door softly, a fragrance came out, and I was afraid of being found, and I walked into the house and kept the door open as it was.
Her room was clean. On the opposite side of the wall, there was a double bed with white covers on it.
On her bed, several items of clothing intended to be washed were white.
She really likes white.
I couldn’t help but swallow a spit.
There was a window on the left, a table under the window, an empty space on the right, and then a separate storage room with a large closet.
Looking around the room, one thing suddenly upsets me: her bedside cabinet, with a picture of another man.
It has to be admitted that at this time my mind is already a little twisted, and I feel endless anger, jealousy, as if my own things were occupied.
I step forward and sat in her bed. And lean down, and put it on her pillow, and the fragrance of her hair passed into my nose, and my heart was beating.
The excitement of sin accumulates in me.
Suddenly, I heard the sound of a closing downstairs, followed by the sound of slippers stepping on the stairs.
How? She took a shower so soon?
I couldn’t figure out what to do, stood up, looked around, and found the best place to hide people was under the bed. There was no time to hesitate. I went under the bed at once, almost at the same moment, the door opened and a fine foot appeared before me.
And there was dust under the bed, and dust rose up, and a sneezing rush came, and We had the instinct of covering our mouths with our hands, but there was no place to raise them.
I couldn’t help but cough.
And just one second before that, the sound of the wind blower sounded and drowned my voice.
Fortunately. Fortunately.
Two.
midnight.
My body was in pain for a long time.
It was not until I heard a slight snoring that I rose out of the bed. The room was dark, and I opened the curtains a little, and the moonlight was on the bed, and the face was brightened.
She lay on her side, ears, nose, eyelashes, so delicate.
Maybe something knocked me out of my mind, and I did not leave, but sat by the bed and looked at her in silence.
In the summer, she was covered with a thin blanket.
The next day, it took me some time to get back to my room. When I looked at the antidepressants on the table, for the first time I felt like I didn’t need to eat them, it seemed like I was living somewhere.
On the third day, when she went to the shower, I entered her room.
Nobody locks the door in the shower and holds the key.
Every day she takes a bath, and every day I sneak into her room and come out at midnight and “applause” her.
Something already on the Internet, hopefully.
Another week later, the cell phone was turned on, and it was finally delivered today. In the afternoon, when I turned on my phone and looked at the delivery records, I first saw a text message:
I know what you’re doing.
Hey.
See that moment, I didn’t chill. Who could it be?
Maybe it’s a joke for the boys next door. What did you hear about the girls at the door?
Damn, I have to be more careful.
I went down the stairs with my cell phone, and I dialed the cell number and there was no sound in the room.
“The user you dialed is busy, please call later. I’m sorry.
They hung up.
Later in the evening, it was delivered, and Tsing came home from work and took a bath. And I’m in the room, so upset tonight, I didn’t go.
3
Another week has passed.
Time is running faster and many days are as if one day. My depression began to get serious again, and for days I only ate a few packs of noodles to fill up with hunger and became thirsty to drink water.
Insomnia at night and drowsy during the day.
One day, I was cooking noodles in the kitchen, and the skinny boy next door came to the fridge for drinks, and he said, “Are you all right? See how you look. I’m sorry.
“All right, all right…”
Stand in front of the mirror, look at my black eyes, rough skin.
The evil thoughts in my heart have risen again, and I understand that I have become a monster living on poison.
At night, Ching went to bath again.
My door was sewn, and I stood in it and watched her walk down in the white dress.
Her legs were long, pink, fine feet and heel made me think about it.
Once again, I went up the stairs, this time, with particular care, repeatedly confirming that no one had seen it, and then came to her room and drilled under the bed.
This time, I found that the bed was clean, there was little dust, as if it had been deliberately cleaned.
Soon after the door opened, I looked over and saw a pair of sneakers.
Apparently, that’s a man.
The man went to the bedside, sat down, took off his shoes, then pushed his shoes and put them under the bed, right next to me.
Then he stood up barefoot and went to another corner, where my vision was blind and the sound seemed to be taking off his clothes.
After a while, the little feet came in, and I heard a violent sound, and then two feet near the bed…
That night, everything that happened made me hard to breathe.
I didn’t come out of the bed until the middle of the night. I opened the curtains and saw the man’s face: garlic noses, pox marks, little eyes, a black frame on his pillow.
A man like that, does he deserve it?
My hands are slightly raised, an urge to put my hand around his neck… no, no, what am I thinking?
Back in the house, I couldn’t turn on the light, and suddenly I saw the phone on the bed on the screen and the news was ringing.
I walked through without a light.
Happy?
With a smile.
I ran out of the house, opened the door, and saw the whole public area black, without any light.
Who is it?
4
The next day, I woke up early and the whole person was unconscious.
I haven’t been out all day. There’s a heating pipe connected to my room, soundproofing, sound coming from upstairs, and a sense of humiliation spreads in my heart.
I felt so bad, I couldn’t wait to sneak into my room at night and strangle the man.
But the text that exists upsets me.
After another day, I was lying in the house and there was a rush to knock on the door.
I opened the door, a man, skinny, with black glasses, Sven, a little nerve.
It’s the one who was on the pillow that night.
The man laughed and said, “Hello, can you use your laundry? I’m sorry.
Oh, I thought something.
“You just moved in?”
“Right, right. Just lived with my girlfriend…”
When he said that, his face was smiling. And I feel like my muscles are strained.
The man put his clothes in place and asked, “Where are we throwing the garbage?” I’m sorry.
“It’s all one-on-one at the South Gate dump. You can leave it at the door and take it when you leave. I’m sorry.
“Okay, thanks.
After that, he went upstairs to pick up a bag of garbage and then the door went off and he seemed to be out.
Maybe it was some kind of strange curiosity, I opened the door, looked at nobody in the hall, opened the garbage bag.
It’s a few of them.
I was dazed, thinking of the goddess in my heart, and the anger grew stronger in my heart.
Tonight, just tonight.
Shit.
In the evening, I was unconscious and asleep — my work was already in disarray, and suddenly I heard a massive sound.
Immediately after the screams, I turned around and opened the window and looked down, and a man fell on his back and fell on the bouquet.
We’ve got a lot of people down there.
I finally squeezed in and watched the body’s blood blurry face.
“It’s all gone, it’s all gone. Three police officers came and asked if they knew the victim.
I raised my hand.
The officer asked the man’s name, and I only had one thing to do with him.
“What’s wrong with the victim lately? I’m sorry.
“I don’t know him well, officer. But it looks like he’s happy to talk to me about his girlfriend this morning. I’m sorry.
As I was saying, Tiny came by with a shoulder bag.
“Oh, this is his girlfriend. I’m sorry.
The police saw the woman and asked her to identify the deceased.
Her face became ugly, and then she sobbing with her hands on her face, and the police showed up and decided to take her to the police station for further questioning.
And at this point, he said to me, “Can you come with me?” I’m sorry.
Her eyes were red and swollen.
“Okay. I promised.
5
It’s the middle of the night.
I was bored sitting in the chair of the police station, during which I remembered the scene of the afternoon when it was strange that Xiao Jing looked at the body and at first seemed to have no face and then became sad.
I shake my head and drive away these ideas, and I’m starting to fall asleep because of the side effects of depression.
I didn’t know how long it had passed, and I woke up.
“Thank you, today. I’m sorry.
Ching is from Shandong?
Despite the shyness of the bag and the fact that the police station was not far from home, I hit a car and drove us home.
I didn’t say anything, and I didn’t mean to ask, but I snuck her eyes.
Downstairs, the taxi drove away, and in the light of the taillight, I saw Tiny Yin’s eyes red and swollen, with tears on his face.
And somehow I took her hand, and took it, and said, “It’s okay, it’s okay. I’m sorry.
Ching didn’t shake my hand either.
Her hands are soft and cold.
She helped me turn on the flashlight, I found the key, opened the door, and she didn’t go in.
“What’s wrong? I’m sorry.
“I’m scared. She whispered.
A mercy rises in my heart, and I only want to protect her.
“Oh, I’ll go with you. I’m sorry.
Seriously, when I say that, I have no other idea.
The space at the door of the small room was very narrow and the two stood very close together, making me nervous.
“First time come. I’m sorry.
The door was open, Tiny looked at me and smiled.
“Ah, yeah, sure.”
I’m a little freaked out by her.
It seemed like I was nervous and she laughed again, beautiful and out of place.
When I came to her house, I pretended to be the first time I’d come here, looked around the room and said she was pretty.
“Can you look outside, I’ll change. I’m sorry.
“Oh, okay. I’m sorry.
I looked out the window, it was dark.
“Okay. I’m sorry.
Her voice is so cute.
I turned around, and I saw her in the white dress she liked, so beautiful, and I got more nervous.
“That…” I’d like to find something. “Do you want to see a movie? I’m sorry.
“Well, I’m sure we won’t be able to sleep tonight anyway. I’m sorry.
“Well, I’ll get the projector, I have. I’m sorry.
After that, I almost ran down the stairs, opened the door, and I started looking for the projector in a box.
I left it under the bed.
So I crouched down and looked under the bed, and the sight of what I saw scared me to sit on the floor:
The man who had just died in the afternoon was lying under my bed, wearing his broken glasses, and his head turned upside down and looked at me in a steady manner, with a red red on his lips.
I almost managed to contain the urge to scream, and the whole body quickly retreated back and ran into a chair, and it came in pain.
The pains have brought me back a little bit of reason:
No way. I saw the police this afternoon. Ambulance. How could the body get under my bed?
I held my breath, slowly approached it, lit under the bed with a flashlight from my cell phone, so I could see it.
I pulled the doll out and saw him pull up two words in red: the criminal.
And turned over, the doll’s back was a huge smile and a line of words:
Are you satisfied?
I can’t think of anyone who can do something like this, who can enter my room?
In retrospect, when a man fell down, I just came down and forgot to close the door. For convenience, the boys next door placed a well at the door.
In other words, anyone can enter my room.
Is it possible that that man is still in the house?
Just as I was confused, my phone was shaking. It was a tweet from Tiny.
Are you ready? I’ve been waiting for you…
Six.
I’m gonna call the police, and that’s when the knocks ring.
Open a door. It’s Xiao Ching standing outside. I stopped her from seeing the room.
And her face was red, and she said: What is the matter with you? I’m sorry.
I’m going to tell you something, and I’m going to say, “I’ve got something here.”
“Do you have to tonight?”
Her face clearly shows disappointment.
I look back at the doll that I just put on the ground, and it’s “seeing” me now, showing a strange smile. I thought, if I had called the police, how would I explain those words, especially in the case of death today? What if I get involved…
“Wait a minute. I’ll go to the bathroom. I’m sorry.
I locked the bathroom door and washed my face.
Face the mirror, start to think about the situation.
Those who most likely know I’m going to the small room are the two roommates who live with me. The boy… I thought I didn’t see, hear from him in the last few days, so I took his phone and looked at his circle of friends, and I found out that he had sent a set of photos with the text: go home. Add an expression sign for the sun.
He’s back home?
So, another girl in the attic? Thinking of it, I find myself barely aware of her. Like a transparent person, she can hear her rush to work at 9 a.m. every day, when she comes back at night, almost all after 10 p.m. and almost all the weekends she spends outside, perhaps working overtime.
Normal looks, ordinary clothes, ordinary voices…
Under the same roof, the stranger.
Besides, there’s no cat-eyed door in the room, and every time I go upstairs, she’s barely home.
There is also the possibility that the landlord or the broker left the surveillance in the house. That’s a lot of news. And they have the key, and they can get in and out.
I opened the door a little bit, looked outside, nobody.
Back in the room, I turned off the lights, following the online teaching method. Turning on the flashlight of the cell phone, it began to shine on areas where there might be cameras in the room. Plug-in, heater, air conditioner but there’s no “cam-reflection” anywhere like the online tutorial.
Just as I was about to give up and swing in my room with my cell phone.
I saw a red light coming out of the dark ground — and that reflection came from the eyes of dolls.
When I turned on the light, I cut the doll’s silica glucose head open with scissors. I did find a microcam behind my eyes. In other words, right now, maybe the other side is looking at me.
And when did this guy get in here?
I haven’t looked down under my bed in a long time.
The cell phone was vibrating, and a tweet came out, “Is it still coming?” I’m sorry.
I’m a little hesitant.
The doll thing hasn’t been dealt with yet, and Bing’s there… ..maybe today is my best chance to get to her. Maybe I don’t have to hide under the bed anymore.
“I’ll be right there. I’m sorry.
Before leaving, perhaps out of a different kind of anxiety.
I took that from my room. I bought it a long time ago and put it in my pocket.
I went upstairs and installed a projector, and found no place to sit, and Xiao Jing said, “Sit on the lazy couch.” I’m sorry.
“Good. I’m sorry.
“Wait a minute, I’ll get a perfume. “Sing lit a fragrance on the table, and in the dark it released a warm yellow light.
That lazy sofa isn’t that big.
Her cold skin touched me from time to time, making it impossible for me to focus on the film.
But it’s too late, and with the side effects of antidepressants, I can’t help but fall asleep. The head drops unexpectedly, and what is seen becomes increasingly blurred, and the scent sways, and suddenly I see a man’s head on a glass door between the little clear.
A man’s head.
7
I opened my eyes and rubbed my eyes, and I couldn’t see anything.
“What’s the matter?
“It’s okay, it’s okay, it’s like a nightmare. I said, “Did you lock the door? I’m sorry.
“It’s locked. Thank you for coming. Sleep. I’m sorry.
“Good. I’m sorry.
I lay down comfortably, with her head and arms on her side, and soon I fell asleep.
In the middle of the trip, I had a nightmare, like a ghost, and the whole body couldn’t move.
I can barely breathe in a particularly dark place.
And what is even worse is that I have heard some people say, “Will I kill him?” I’m sorry.
“No way. Just killed one. It’s suspicious.”
I’d like to make a sound, but it’s only a whine.
No, wait a minute, I feel like I’m being stuffed in my mouth.
My eyelids are so heavy, my head is dizziness, I’m sober, I’m looking at a huge plank, and my limbs are tied up, and my blood is sour.
Look around, bed legs, four feet…
I can’t believe I’m tied to the bed.
I tried to hit my head on the bedboard and try to make a sound. At last, my face appeared in front of me, and her face was cold, and she looked at me like she looked at the body…
A man’s voice says, “Wake up? I’m sorry.
She said, “Yeah. I’m sorry.
Then the face disappeared, with only her feet in my sight. A man’s head was down again, a country face, glasses, and a kind of television news anchor.
That face is familiar. I remember. That’s the man in the picture on the little barometer.
“Yo, isn’t this your favorite place again? I’m sorry.
I wanted to talk, but I couldn’t respond.
“Do you like the gift I gave you? I’m sorry.
The man pulls out his phone and shows me his text message interface.
“What do we do with him?” I’m sorry.
I can’t imagine her being so pure and sweet and involved.
“The safest, it must have killed him. I went to his house in the morning and this guy was taking antidepressants. Get some sleeping pills. But to make more money, wait. I’m sorry.
Making money? What does it matter if you tie me up here?
“All right. In a few days, the wind will pass. I’m sorry.
“Good. I’ll go get the medicine first. I’m sorry.
Finish, man left. All that remains is Jing sitting on the bed, laying down his feet, shaking back and forth, as if he were used to what happened.
8
I looked across the wall, and I found a cell phone, supported by a shelf, against me.
Why is there a cell phone here? Did you monitor me?
It doesn’t matter now. We need to get out of here.
I think of the ether in my pocket. I don’t know if they found it. But my hands are tied so tight that there’s no room for manoeuvre.
I had to wait until they slept.
The man hasn’t come back, he’s been in bed, barely down. Long periods of tension have exhausted me, and I passed out with the side effects of drugs.
I don’t know.
I was woken by the sound.
That stingy sound came from the bed. I had no choice but to leave my head behind and found the cell phone missing under the walls.
After more than half an hour, the sound stopped. They turned off the lights, I think they fell asleep.
It was in the dark, staring at the sheets, and it was not long before I believed they had fallen asleep before I started moving out.
First, my feet went out, then I went up, and after a while I finally left under the bed.
It’s not a bedboard anymore. I don’t feel that suffocated.
I keep moving a little towards the door.
The duct tape is very tight, and every time it moves, the ankles and wrists cause sore pain.
Almost by the door, I’m exhausted.
Just a little bit.
My legs moved out again, and suddenly, the sound of “pumping” came, and it looked really stingy in the quiet night.
I looked down, the phone fell down.
Its screen was on, and I almost couldn’t breathe. After a few minutes, there was no other voice, and I tried to get up. That’s when I saw that there was only Tiny.
What time is it?
Is the boy next door back? Is the girl at the door asleep?
I thought of that phone. I can see the time. But when I move up, and I see the screen of that phone, I’m scared:
That’s a live room.
There are constant comments coming from the lower left corner of the screen.
“Deep night card.”
“Deep night card plus one.”
“Play card plus one.”
“How’s the black screen?” asked.
“Just j kicked down the phone. I’m sorry.
J? You mean me?
“The live broadcast last night was so exciting. I’m sorry.
“Yes, the hostess is beautiful. I’m sorry.
Last night? Looking at them, I suddenly realized why the phone disappeared when I woke up last night.
“You say j is watching now? I’m sorry.
“Maybe. I’m sorry.
There’s a lot of comments in the airroom, and even a lot of foreign languages I can’t understand, and that’s not like any app I’ve ever seen.
“It’s not good, is it? New guy just got here, squirt. I’m sorry.
“Whatever, it’s better than a movie. I’m sorry.
“Turn in truth. I’m sorry.
“Yes, it’s hard to get to work. Look at this. I’m sorry.
The new man who just spoke didn’t speak.
Looking at those comments, for the first time I felt like an animal locked up in a zoo to be seen.
Nobody cares about my safety, just for fun.
9
It’s more than 3:00 in the morning.
My original plan was to hit the door, make noise, wait for someone to come and see a knife in the gap between the table and the wall.
I feel the joy of life. Maybe I can cut the tape.
Move around carefully, back to the table, and I pulled the knife out with my finger.
It’s a fruit knife. I’ve seen it before when I came to Bing’s room.
I kneel on the ground, bending my legs back, slashing the tape on my ankles, putting a knife on my feet, spending some time breaking the tape on my hands and removing the cloth from my mouth.
I can hardly believe I’m free.
I went to the bed, and I had the knife, and I held it up, and it turned and looked at me.
She’s still as beautiful as when I first saw her.
My heart is soft, my knife is down, and at this point, Little clears my eyes.
She put her hand on her lips and she suggested I keep my voice shut.
I just wanted to leave this place, turn around and walk away, and Tiny Tiny lifted the covers, and I saw her on her feet, handcuffed to her bedbed.
She whispered to me, “Help me.” I’m sorry.
Let’s get out of here.
Just as I was leaving, she grabbed me with her hand.
“I can’t help it. He forced me. If you don’t listen to him, he’ll kill me and my family. I’m sorry.
“Why didn’t you say anything at the police station? I’m sorry.
“I’m so scared. * She turned her head and started crying *
I’m not going to talk to her. I’m going straight out.
“Can I have the key? I’m sorry.
Her poor voice behind her.
Where?
“He’s always in the closet in the storage room. You look for it?”
With a knife in her hand and cuffed, I thought, give her a hand. So I started going to the storage room.
Between the storage room and the bedroom is a glass door.
I opened the door, I couldn’t find the light, I went into the closet in the dark. There was a lot of groceries, boxes of paper, suitcases, piled up to the corner of the wall, crossed them, I opened the closet door and saw a mobile phone.
The phone screen is on, and it shows my face.
And in a moment, a shadow flashed behind him. Next, there was a sting on the back neck.
I passed out.
10
I woke up in the middle of the day and I was lying on the ground and tied up again.
The man sits on the bed, smiles at me, lying down, playing with his cell phone. She’s got her legs on. She’s got no anklet.
I struggled, but I couldn’t make a sound.
And the man came to me, and crouched down and said to me, “You know, you are the most successful of us.” The old irons on the air want to see you, or I’ll kill you. I’m sorry.
“From your first day, until now, we’ve made too much money. I’m sorry.
“It was a wonderful show last night. There are hundreds of thousands of rewards at night. I’m sorry.
“I was afraid you wouldn’t find a knife. I’m sorry.
It turns out they designed all this.
And after that, the man turned to me with his mobile phone, and said, “Thank you, Brother Feng, for the rocket. You will do whatever you say. I’m sorry.
“Okay, okay, no problem…”
The man nodded his head and I had no idea what kind of judgment someone on the other side of the screen had given me.
Then the man started pulling me into the locker and locked me in the closet.
I started to breathe, and because I couldn’t breathe with my mouth, I felt like I was suffocating.
When I was a child, after my mother left, my father had brought a woman from the outside many times, and he locked me in the closet because he thought I was in the way. If I make a little noise, it’s punch and kick.
In this closet, I felt like I was back in the day.
Remember that time, every time I was locked in a closet, that dark, closed, narrow space, I was used to suffocating, and I couldn’t breathe, and I was afraid to make a sound, and on a few occasions I suffocated.
In order to make myself feel better, during the day, I snuck a hole in the closet through which a little light came in.
I’m not that scared.
And through that hole, I saw what the father was doing.
First, fear, then curiosity. The time in the dark closet seemed to be stretched indefinitely, and I could only spend it on the bed as a beast’s father.
Peeping.
That was the only thing I could do at the time, saving me from the darkness and making me feel alive.
Thought here I cried.
I’m still a scum worse than my father.
Eleven.
Antidepressants numb me, but the desire to survive is still in my heart.
I have to calm down. I gotta get out alive.
I tried to focus on breathing, and I felt gas coming and going again and again.
I won’t suffocate, I won’t. I keep telling myself that.
I feel a little bit better, so I feel something hard under my leg.
Move your legs and see that bottle of ether I bought earlier, right there.
I think it just slipped out of your pocket.
It’s a small bottle, only eye water.
I slowly turned my back and put the Ether bottle into my hand, and I didn’t think of what to do with it, but I just thought it was the only thing I could hold.
If tomorrow…
Suddenly, in the darkness, I saw a little light.
Closer to the past, through that hole, I saw the outside, it’s a small bedroom, and I should still be in the closet in the locker.
How did you get this hole?
I suddenly realized that those nights, if the man knew my condition, when I came, when I left, could he be in this closet?
So many nights I snuck under the bed, and he was in this closet and saw what happened.
When I went to see the man who had fallen, he came out of the closet and dropped his doll in my room.
I’m shocked to think of a place where I live day and night, where one person has been hiding.
And this corresponds to my childhood scene and makes me feel like a joke of fate.
She said, “The police asked me to come and investigate the man’s jump. What did he do?”
“Damn it. I told you I was going to die. I’m sorry.
“No one’s home now. Go ahead, get the sleeping pills, feed him to eat and then put them back in his own house. I’m sorry.
My breath came up again, and this time I told myself that he was not my father and that I was not the helpless child.
I can live.
After a few minutes, I heard the glass door open, followed by the light — the closet door opened.
I pretended not to wake up, and the man took the cloth off my mouth, and then he broke my mouth, and when they spoke, I broke the bottlecap of the ether.
“There’s a fucking weird smell. I’m sorry.
“The brainballs?”
I had already suffocated a whole bottle of ether when the man was close to me and half of his body went into the closet.
“What the fuck is that?”
The man suddenly started hitting me on the head, with his fists and his kicks and his breath, and I felt like my lungs were going to explode.
After about a dozen seconds, a man’s punch was crooked, and I looked at him and I found that his body was starting to tilt.
I went out of the closet and started screaming.
Tiny Sky came in, covered his nose, took the cloth on the ground, and I closed my mouth, and she was helpless, riding on me with two hands and starting to strangle my neck.
My whole body was shaking so hard, I couldn’t get her down.
My neck was stuck and my voice couldn’t come out, and I had to keep my feet on the door and expect someone to hear it.
And then the man stood up, and the ether didn’t have that magic in the movie…
I looked at the two men in front of me, with their faces red and their eyes full of evil light.
In that moment, fear and despair seized my heart, and the innate kicks of my legs became increasingly blurred.
All of a sudden, clear hands.
“You guys?”
A familiar and a little strange sounds.
I tried to look my head up in the direction of the sound — the skinny guy next to me, who was standing at the door, his hair was messy, his headphones were around his neck and his cell phone was in his hand.
“Let him go…”
What I didn’t expect was that his hand would push again, and this time I was completely dark.
12
My eyelids are heavy, I want to lift my hand, but I feel handcuffed.
I opened my eyes and first saw dripping, white clothes on my body, and handcuffing my other handcuffs to the bedpost.
For the first time in so many days, I feel at peace.
“Hey, he’s awake, cop comrade. “A voice rings and I’m too tired to sleep again.”
13
What happened in that attic was later I found out at the prison.
The civilian police officer in charge of the case gave me a brief account of the incident, and the facts of the crime were clear and the two men were arrested.
And I’ll soon be sentenced for my illegal infiltration.
Civilians told me that my roommate next door had heard voices that had found us.
The man and woman in the attic, who were investigated by the civilian police, found that “suicide” had occurred in several houses in the city where the female suspect had lived.
Civilians interviewed the agents and cohabitants of the house, who said they were unaware of the presence of the male suspect, who, according to his own confession, had been living in the house.
“Silent Invisible Man.”
In their computers and mobile phones, the civilian police found evidence that the two were carrying out pornographic, abusive and live broadcasts, and that they earned a great deal of money from them.
They’ll give the victim a, b, c my code name is j, the seventh victim.
As the live broadcast platform is built into a dark web, which makes the case more difficult to investigate, Interpol is being contacted to coordinate the investigation.
I am grateful to the police for their hard work, and I am puzzled by the fact that when my roommate came in next door, he said, “It was you.”
And when he came in, he had his cell phone in his hand.
I did not explain this to the civilian police, after all, he saved me.
14
A year later.
I’m out.
I bought high-level tickets, ready to go home. My father died while I was in prison, and my relatives asked me to come back.
I really need to end this.
When I was waiting for the car at the high-duty station, my phone suddenly got a text message:
I’ve been waiting for you.
Follow, it’s a smiley emoticon.
I felt a chill, dialing back the phone and being hung up.
Is it them? No way.
Then I called 110, and the operator asked me what happened, and I found out I didn’t know how to answer.
“I was threatened. I’m sorry.
“Please be specific. I’m sorry.
“It’s just, I got a text message. Forget it, comrade cop, can you help me with the case of two people? I’m sorry.
“Sorry, it’s not within our purview. I suggest you contact the criminal police. I’m sorry.
After that, they hung up.
I can’t imagine how many people were watching that horror live. Even if Xiao Ching and his men were brought to justice, would there be a copycat?
“The xx subtraction to xx is being checked. I’m sorry.
I’m taking a deep breath, and I’m taking my backpack to the ticket gate, just in time for the holiday. There’s a lot of people in the high iron station.
I comfort myself by not thinking too much, and suddenly, in the waiting room, I saw a man in leather, wearing sunglasses, looking towards me.
I looked at him to make sure he wasn’t looking at me.
A little while later, he had a smile on his face and stood up with a black bag and started coming to the team.
On the way, I was restless until I arrived safely at my home station.
I stood deliberately at the exit from the high iron station until everyone on this train had left.
Without that man, I was relieved.
It was just a prank. I deleted the text. I hit a car and went home.
15
When I opened the door, I coughed.
It’s been too long, and the dust is up and down in the sun.
I went to the bedroom, and I laughed, and I didn’t know who thought it, and my father’s photo was on that closet. When I was imprisoned, I felt like a big closet, and now it’s just an ordinary three-door.
I put my father’s picture on the table, and I looked at the closet.
Then he went to the yard, took an axe, returned to his home, and started cutting off the closet under the father’s “watching”.
And the old wood of the garments, and the sound of the sound of the sound, and the sound of the sound of the sound thereof, and We split it with great force, as if it were a part of my heart which was rotting and decaying, and a little bit of it, and a light.
When the closet became a pile of junk under my feet, I cried.
I looked at my father’s gray picture for a long time and laughed.
Record number: YX11lv4xXKg
I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
