Best Friend

When I got up to wash, I found the body of my best friend Yanzi in the bathtub.

Just last night, we had been lying together, perfectly fine.

Yanzi had died a horrifying death. Her bulging eyes stared at me, wide open and unseeing.

On her phone, whose screen was still lit, was a sent text message: “Xu Zhi killed me.”

Xu Zhi is my name.