Smooth Criminal

Sometimes, loneliness is far scarier than death. It was getting dark, and in a deserted and quiet corner of Hangzhou, there was a little beggar huddled. He was in ragged clothes, unkempt, with his eyes closed, and a smile on his face, as if he was having a sweet dream, but he was awakened by the singing coming from the street. He looked up at the sky. There were dark clouds in the sky, as if it was going to rain. The little beggar then got up and planned to sleep somewhere else. Turning his head sharply, he was startled to find a dark thing lying on the ground nearby. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.