"It's like this... I told you last time that I felt like I was being followed. Do you remember?" I don't know if it's because of poor speaker quality or something, but the phone is very light. The doctor kicked the table and cursed secretly, "Damn it, Mr. C, why don't you find some imported equipment when your boss is protecting you?" I'm still following him this time. I remember there was an affair last time. What a mess!
The other end of the phone didn't pay attention to the doctor's movements. He sounded like he was a young man. He continued, "I feel like someone is really peeping. There is an empty room opposite my house on the 17th floor. Every time I enter the elevator, I feel a creeping feeling of fear. I even open the door." It was completely dark behind the illusion door, so I didn't dare to turn off the lights or open the curtains." He smiled bitterly. "That day, I suddenly wanted to open the window. When I opened the curtains, I was shocked by the shadow of myself falling on the floor-to-ceiling glass. The beautiful setting sun looked like blood downstairs..."