(Urban + Reverse + Escape)
"Honey, I'm back."
Hug, smile, pass tea.
Zhou Ran looked at the gentle wife in front of him, but there was a storm in his heart.
As a top precision instrument restorer, his hands could detect micron-level errors. When he first touched her, her pulse was not as steady as that of a wife reunited after a long separation.
There was no excitement, no trembling, not even a trace of normal physiological fluctuations.
Recalling that the temperature in the corridor outside the door was 0.1 Degrees higher, was it because someone passed by not long ago?
The resistance of the carpet in the living room is wrong. Has your wife cleaned the carpet?
After three months of business trip, your family has changed so much?
That night, I found a strange key under her pillow.
In the cracks of the tiles in the bathroom, I felt blood stains that did not belong to me.
I escaped from the community on the pretext of buying cigarettes.
In the rearview mirror, the light in the living room flashed three times.
The phone rang with an unfamiliar text message:
"Run quickly, don't go home."
——From now on, the only thing I can trust is my ten fingers.
Because for every truth I come across, someone is desperately trying to bury it.
Reader comments
Not bad. The subject matter is quite new, and the most important thing is that it is interlocking and complex. I like to watch this kind of brain-burning movie.
Not bad. The subject matter is quite new, and the most important thing is that it is interlocking and complex. I like to watch this kind of brain-burning movie.