There is a supermarket downstairs in my house, and there is a rocking car for children at the entrance of the supermarket.
The soundproofing of the house is not good, and every day I can hear the music from the rocking car coming up from downstairs.
Until one night, the supermarket was closed. I had just come back from get off work and was about to fall asleep when I heard the familiar music again.
I looked out the window sharply.
There is a corpse sitting on the rickshaw. I know that corpse...
My name is Di Sanbo. In this case, I am the witness, I am the victim, and I am also the murderer.
And now, my name is February, looking at the person standing next to the corpse looking at me, I begin to formulate a plan to save myself.
Intention: We are born from the same roots, why rush each other?
