A clear chiming bell broke the tranquility of the night.
The short-haired young man curled up at the door slowly squirmed, then suddenly sat up.
The light in the room was a little dim. A ray of green light shone diagonally into the room from the window, but everything in the room was cast a slightly strange bright cyan color.
An old-fashioned residential building with two bedrooms and one living room, old and dilapidated furniture, cheap and sexy women's underwear scattered all over the floor, and a blood-red high-heeled shoe that was more than seven inches high was leaning on the ground not far to the left hand of the young man.
The young man seemed a little unfamiliar with the image in front of him and twisted his neck unnaturally.
It was only then that he realized that his head was feeling dizzy and it was extremely painful.
"Where is this?"
Just as this question came to his mind, another more disturbing and frightening question arose in his mind: "Who am I?"
These two questions, which were between profound philosophy and fools, completely stumped him.
Could it be that after being hungover last night, some street girl dragged her home?
However, no matter how intoxicated you are, you will never forget who you are?
"Bi Yifeng..."
Suddenly, this word popped into his mind.
What's this?
Is it my own name, or this...
"Ouch!"
The short-haired young man subconsciously touched the back of his head, but he hit a painful spot. The sudden pain brought his thoughts back to reality. Unexpectedly, his body suddenly tilted to the side, and based on his body's instinct, he reached out his hand.
After holding on for a while, I touched something soft.
"ah!"
When he turned his eyes to the side, he screamed wildly and backed away as if he was electrocuted.
Next to him lay a female corpse!
The white corpses reflected the bright cyan light, which was indescribably terrifying!
There were clear bloody handprints on his bare chest, and half a torn thong hung on the crook of his right leg. His entire face was bruised and bloody, and most of the blood had long since solidified, leaving only empty eye sockets.
Inside, there was still gurgling red and white juice.
His hands were bright red, and there was even a black and white, sticky eyeball-like thing left on the tiger's mouth.
The short-haired young man shook his hands in panic and stood up hastily.
The soles stained with blood were extremely smooth. With a clang, someone who didn't pay attention hit the water dispenser near the door. Something fell from the top of the bucket and hit him on the back of the head, scattering it all over the floor.
He ignored the pain and had no time to think, so he stood up hastily and ran straight to the door.
Perhaps it was an instinctive reaction after seeing blood, or perhaps his sense of smell suddenly became more sensitive after he woke up a little. He suddenly felt a strong smell of blood going straight into his nostrils.
Although his back was turned to the female corpse, the scene was so horrifying and clear, as if it was shining brightly in front of him.
"Go! Go quickly!"
This is his only thought at this time!
He rushed to the door in three or two steps, grabbed the door handle, and pulled hard but it didn't open.
Only then did he realize that there was still a chain on the door. He hurriedly pushed it aside and tried harder. Then - his right foot that was about to step out suddenly stopped, and he quickly moved forward based on the inertia.
He also stopped suddenly and just missed hitting the face of the person opposite.
That's right, there was a person standing half a step away from him outside the security door.
The man was about thirty years old, tall and thin, with a tall nose and a pair of square-framed silver-rimmed glasses. He was holding up a half-clenched empty fist, as if he was about to knock on the door.
Like the young man with short hair, the man was startled by the sudden opening of the security door and subconsciously took a step back.
"Ah!" The bespectacled man's gaze lingered on the short-haired young man's face for a moment, then he turned around and ran away with a loud scream as if he had seen a ghost!
The short-haired young man was awakened by the shout, and then he noticed that the hand holding the door was dripping with blood, and the shirt on his chest was also red. He must have been like this on his face. Anyone who saw this would be frightened.
"If he calls the police, I won't be able to explain!"
Out of desperation, the short-haired young man yelled at the bespectacled man who was about to run down the stairs in a panic: "What are you calling? Have you never seen a chicken being killed?"
The man with glasses stopped immediately when he heard the word "kill the chicken", turned around with a sigh of relief, smiled awkwardly and said: "Um... I'm sorry, I live downstairs."
When the short-haired young man saw that he was relieved of his doubts, his anxious heart was slightly relieved, and a hint of impatience appeared on his face that was pretending to be calm: "What does where you live have to do with me?"
"Well..." The man with glasses didn't dare to look into his eyes, adjusted his glasses upwards, and said even more panicked: "Well, the sound just now was a bit... the child woke up and cried a lot... My wife thought you were here
Repair the floor, let me come over and see if you need it..."
"No need!" The short-haired young man slammed the door, held his rapid breathing and beating heart, and carefully lay on the peephole to look out.
The man with shrunken glasses looked down the stairs, raised his hand as if to knock on the door, but finally put it down, rubbed his hands and wandered for a few steps, then sighed and walked downstairs.
The clang of shoe nails on the steps gradually faded away, followed by an almost inaudible sound of the door closing.
It was only then that the short-haired young man let out a sigh of relief and sat down weakly against the door.
Tick tock, tick tock...
Bits of blood fell from the door handle and pooled on the ground to form a small pool of blood.
"What a risk!" The short-haired young man secretly rejoiced.
If you suddenly discover a terrifying female corpse in such a strange environment, I am afraid that anyone's first reaction would be to turn around and run away.
But the moment he opened the door and saw the man with glasses, he suddenly remembered that there was a female corpse lying behind him. His bloody handprints were on the female corpse's chest, and his footprints were all over the floor.
...If he escaped in such a panic, he would definitely be regarded as a murderer!
But……
The short-haired young man couldn't tell how he got here, nor what happened just now. What's even more incredible is that he couldn't even tell who he was?!
Even if he calls the police, even if he actually meets a police detective who knows everything and will never make an unjust verdict, it may be difficult to clear his suspicion.
But……
"What should I do?"
"Even if I successfully escape the murder scene, what happens next? Where should I go?"
"who I am?"
"Who am I?"
The light in the room was still dim, and the green light came from nowhere, casting the entire room in a slightly strange bright cyan color.
Except for a few loud women's shouts coming from downstairs from time to time, the whole room was eerily quiet - of course, there was a female corpse lying near the bedroom. If it really made any abnormal noise, it would be even more terrifying.
!
The short-haired young man leaned against the door and pondered for a long time, then slowly stood up and walked forward bravely.
No matter who he is, or whether he is the murderer or not.
Now that you are trapped in it and cannot escape, you have to figure out what is going on, right?
Otherwise, it is equivalent to leaving your destiny in the hands of others!
This is definitely not his character - even though he doesn't even remember who he is.