"Don't touch my load-bearing walls."
On the first day of our shared apartment, he warned me.
But I discovered that he practiced smiling in front of the mirror every night, and there were bloody pieces of meat hidden in the refrigerator.
The notebook was filled with my name and was titled "Alternative Plans."
The police came to find his missing brother, but he gently wiped the blood from my lips and smiled:
"Guess, is he or you buried in the wall?"
——When I finally broke open the wall, what fell out was a photo of us entwined together.
It turns out that what he wanted was never a corpse, but an "accomplice" who could never escape.
Intent: Measure the speed of your heartbeat and also the speed of your collapse