I always feel like I'm being followed.
However, this is something I have to consider before I die. Because, I am already dead.
I live in No. 17, Unit 3, Xingfu Community, and I live alone.
A long time ago, I met a same-sex couple.
One of them is missing. In order to find them, I recklessly opened their home. But I discovered that this place is obviously hell.
Countless blood, indistinguishable night and day.
My blood has dried up, and so have my tears.
I heard the police announcing my death, a slightly regretful announcement and many people crying.
I don't know what happened to me, maybe I died on a wet night next to their bodies.
The rotten flesh on the fingertips that had been cut off by the scissors has not yet healed, and fresh blood is constantly flowing.
I know that one day, the blood will dry out.
I couldn't care less about the pain.
Purpose: To tell the story of the dangers of human nature in ordinary daily life