At three o'clock in the morning, when I kicked open my neighbor's door, he was writing a suicide note on the wall with lipstick.
Scarlet writing covered the wall, like an unsolved math problem. He turned his head, his dark eyes as cold as scalpels——
"Get out."
I shook the bottle in my hand: "Unless you have a drink."
He stared at me for seven seconds (I counted) and suddenly smiled: "Alcohol concentration 42%, error ±0.5%."
Fuck.
The lunatic took a sip of the air and revealed the water I had mixed with it.
Intention: To save oneself from the fall