After my husband went on a business trip, I practiced his expressions on the surveillance camera every night. He thought I was imitating him until he saw me twisting and crawling in the living room at three in the morning. The surveillance showed that I was smoking in his posture, and the fingertips holding the cigarette were trembling slightly - that was his habit when he was nervous. On the seventh day, I knelt in front of the mirror and said in his voice: "My dear, who is behind you?" He rushed home like crazy, only to find that I had drowned in the bathtub for a week. Written in blood on the bathroom mirror: It's your turn. Trembling, he opened the video surveillance playback on his mobile phone and saw himself standing in the living room, combing his hair in the same way I did.
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