I felt a bit moved reading the messages from the delivery rider.

　　After giving a negative review, the delivery rider kept contacting me, begging me to remove the review, saying it was not easy for him.

　　At that time, I thought he was using emotional blackmail, so I ignored him.

　　The shop owner acted nonchalantly, boasting about being a popular shop and not fearing my negative review.

　　I never expected him to have a split personality, hiding evil intentions in his heart.

　　Thinking about what I did two hours ago.

　　I feel a bit uncomfortable.

　　"Thank you so much." "No problem, it's my pleasure.

　　I'm on my way to your place now.

　　Stay in your room and don't open the door.

　　Hide well." I am a typical person who bends under pressure.

　　Seeing him like this makes me feel extremely uneasy.

　　Finally, I understand the feeling of slapping oneself in the middle of the night, as someone mentioned on social media.

　　I feel guilty.

　　I check my balance and decide to transfer five hundred to the delivery driver.

　　The signal that was full just a moment ago suddenly disappears.

　　The messages I sent keep spinning.

　　What is going on? I walk around the house, trying to find a place with a signal.

　　But I have tried every place, and still no signal.

　　What is blocking the signal in my house? I get up from the floor.

　　After taking several sips of water, I feel a little calmer.

　　I need to stay calm.

　　I keep telling myself in my mind.

　　I gather my courage and approach the door.

　　I put my ear against it and carefully listen to the sounds outside the door.

　　It's quiet outside, and the sound of scratching on the door is gone.

　　Did he leave? I go closer to the peephole to look outside.

　　It's all white, with a round brown object.

　　What is this? I ponder for a moment.

　　Then I suddenly realize.

　　This...this is a person's eye.

　　He is looking inside through the peephole.

　　I quickly close the peephole.

　　I feel a shiver down my spine and keep shivering.

　　There's a knocking sound coming from the balcony.

　　I cautiously approach the balcony.

　　It's Zhang Xue from upstairs, tapping the railing of my balcony with a clothes hanger.

　　This building is very old, and there are no sealed windows.

　　The balconies on different floors are very close together, and agile people can easily climb down to the next floor using the balconies.

　　Zhang Xue, wearing pajamas, pops her head out of the balcony, looking impatient, "It's late at night, do you have rocks in your head? You slammed the door so loudly." "You're not sleeping, others want to sleep." "Have some manners." I explain what just happened to her.

　　Zhang Xue's expression becomes more and more unpleasant, looking at me strangely, "Are you making up stories?" She finds it hard to believe that someone would be so bold as to kill someone for just a negative review.

　　I turn on the balcony light and walk out.

　　Zhang Xue is startled.

　　I wipe the blood of the neighbor on my face and look straight at her.

　　Zhang Xue covers her mouth, takes several steps back in fright, "Is what you said true?" I nod, wanting to ask if there's a signal in her house, if she can help me report to the police again.

　　Although the delivery driver has already reported it for me, it's not that I don't trust him.

　　I just feel that I need to report it myself in order to feel at ease.

　　Zhang Xue coldly refuses me.

　　"Didn't you say the delivery driver has already reported it? Don't bother the police anymore, just wait patiently.

　　They will come." After saying that, she goes back to her room and turns off all the lights in the house.

　　I know she's afraid of getting involved.

　　She's afraid that if the killer finds out she reported to the police, he will retaliate against her.

　　But her behavior is within my expectations.

　　I already knew she's not a very caring person.

　　As long as it doesn't affect her own interests, she would always turn a deaf ear.

　　I feel weak and have turned off the balcony light.

　　I sit paralyzed on the sofa, only able to hope that the police will come soon.

　　After a while, I will check the time and repeatedly confirm that the door is locked.

　　It has been almost fifteen minutes and the police still haven't arrived.

　　I am anxious like an ant on a hot pan.

　　Suddenly, my phone gets a signal.

　　I receive a text message.

　　Before I can even be happy, the signal suddenly disappears again.

　　The message is from a merchant.

　　The first one is a photo.

　　A photo of a pair of severed legs.

　　Very white.

　　Just cut off from a human body, still emitting heat.

　　The second message has only a few words.

　　"Darling, I'm coming to find you." I am terrified, my face turns pale, and my teeth keep trembling.