Alarm Bells and Widows

The hurried doorbell of the old building in late autumn is the beginning of the scam and the foreshadowing of fate. The sound of "Your home has been stolen" will drag "I", who is trapped by my mother's serious illness, into a carefully crafted trap - the eagerness of the fake police, the empty safe, and the ferociousness of the van. Every step reveals a strange violation. When "I" tore through the disguise of the scam and thought he was the undercover in control of the situation, the appearance of the special police was just the prelude to another reversal. The "I" who does not have a wife habitually sends text messages reporting safety to my mysterious employer; the seemingly warm repayment of gratitude hides unspoken secrets. The hurried doorbell never stops, goodwill and malice are intertwined, truth and lies overlap, and every reversal tears apart a layer of strangeness. It was not until the end that all the thrills were discovered, stemming from an obsession that spanned twenty years, and "I" had never been a bystander in this scene.