My name is Lin Mo, an extremely ordinary convenience store night clerk. It was 3:17 in the morning, and the street outside the glass door was soaked in thick darkness. Only a few dim street lamps dimmed the halo of light in the fog, like the cloudy eyes of an old man.
"Dingling bell——"
The wind chime at the door rang suddenly. It was not the wind brought by the door, but more like someone gently fiddled with it with their fingertips. The sound was weak, but it was like a needle piercing the dead night.
I looked up suddenly, and my heart skipped a beat.
There was no one outside the door.
Only the fog that couldn't be dissolved seemed to be thicker than before, and even faintly revealed a... Dark red color? It's like the color of blood mixed in water, diluted to the extreme.
"Illusion." I cursed in a low voice, stretched out my hand and pressed my temple. After working the night shift for half a month, my nerves were already as stretched as a string that was about to break. The convenience store's incandescent lamps cast a pale light on the shelves. Potato chips, instant noodles, condoms... These things that were usually ordinary things now felt indescribably weird in the silence.
The second hand of the clock on the wall kept ticking, ticking, and every sound was like knocking on the skin of a drum, making my eardrums tighten.
At this moment, the mobile phone placed under the cashier suddenly vibrated, and the screen lit up, showing a completely unfamiliar number with no place of belonging, just a series of irregular numbers.
