【Zero's Perspective】

Since the moment I killed her, there has been a transcendent satisfaction in my heart that cannot be replaced by any other feeling.

In order to relish this unforgettable experience, I became a security guard.

Every time I'm in this underground place, I can feel a strong presence, just like Chen Chu's.

She was supposed to be mine alone.

Today is the Lantern Festival, with colorful lanterns and a lot of people coming and going outside. I accidentally overslept last night and hurriedly rushed out when I woke up.

Phew, that was close. I almost got caught.

After finishing my patrol, pretending to pass by there, I found the door was open.

Who did this?

A child sneaked out from inside, and I rushed over and scolded him. What bad luck. If the authorities find out, I'll definitely get scolded.

Why does it feel chilly above my head?

Never mind, time needs to pass quickly, and these people need to leave. I have to go back for the night shift.

As I walked around, I came to a small shop that sells accessories.

Chen Chu used to love these things.

I went in and looked around, but there was no one inside. Strange, normally, even in poorly performing shops, there would at least be a cashier.

This hairpin looks really nice. I picked it up and examined it carefully. It's identical to the one Chen Chu liked the most.

As I was looking, the teddy bear on the hairpin turned into a tooth.

I trembled and threw it away.

When I picked it up again and looked at it, it was still a teddy bear. Did my eyes deceive me?

This toy is pretty good too, a plush caterpillar. She always liked buying these useless things.

I picked it up and held it in my arms. It felt warm, hot, long and smooth.

How can a caterpillar be so smooth?

Trembling, I shifted my gaze to the toy. It wasn't a caterpillar at all, but a human leg.

"Hey, are you buying it or not? If not, then leave," the shopkeeper said, appearing out of nowhere. I wanted to tell her it was a human leg, but when I looked again, it was still a caterpillar. It felt soft and furry.

"Oh, sorry," I awkwardly smiled and put it back. Why do my eyes keep playing tricks on me today?

The shopkeeper is quite strange too. Her face has been moving non-stop, as if something is about to grow out of it.

This shop is too eerie. I should just leave.

Chen Chu? Isn't she dead? Why is she there?

I'm sure I didn't see it wrong. She was just ahead not too long ago. I quickly followed, wanting to know what was going on.

The girl kept a distance from me, not too close nor too far. I could never see her face clearly.

I chased her for a long time but couldn't catch up.

Just when I was about to give up, someone gently tapped my shoulder.

It was that girl.

"You've been following me, is there something you want?"

Unfortunately, she wasn't Chen Chu, just someone who looked remarkably similar.

"Sorry, I mistook you for someone else," I turned around and prepared to leave.

She tapped my shoulder again, saying, "You're probably looking for her, right?"

I turned back and saw her head had fallen to the ground, while her body remained standing.

In an instant, blood rushed to my head, and I screamed, "There's a ghost!"

The onlookers all looked at me, and I pointed at the girl, stammering, "Look at her, she's a ghost, she doesn't have a head."

The girl looked at me in my state and cursed, then walked away.

When I looked again, there was no severed head.

"Hey, buddy, maybe you should go to a mental hospital," someone mocked.

It's truly bizarre. Why are my eyes acting up today?

After that incident, I didn't have the mood to continue patrolling, so I wentback to my post and waited for the night shift to begin. But even as I sat there, I couldn't shake off the unsettling experiences from earlier.

As I sat alone in the security room, I couldn't help but think about Chen Chu. She was the reason behind all of this. The moment I killed her, something changed within me. I became obsessed with reliving that feeling of power and control.

But now, it seemed like she was haunting me. The strange occurrences, the hallucinations, and the feeling of being watched—it was all too much to bear.

My mind was filled with questions. Was Chen Chu really dead? Was she seeking revenge from beyond the grave? Or was it all just my imagination playing tricks on me?

The night shift was starting soon, and I had to pull myself together. I couldn't let these thoughts consume me. I had a job to do.

As I walked through the dimly lit corridors, the air felt heavy, as if something was lurking in the shadows. Every creaking sound, every flickering light, sent shivers down my spine.

I reached the area where Chen Chu was killed. The memories flooded back—her pleading eyes, the sound of her last breath, and the euphoria that followed. It was a twisted mix of pleasure and guilt.

But as I stood there, I could swear I heard her voice echoing in the darkness. "Why did you do this to me? Why did you take my life?"

I shook my head, trying to dispel the haunting voice. It couldn't be real. Chen Chu was dead. I had made sure of it.

But the voice persisted, growing louder and more insistent. It was as if she was right beside me, whispering into my ear.

I couldn't take it anymore. I turned and ran, desperate to escape the tormenting presence. I stumbled through the corridors, my heart racing, until I reached the security room.

I locked myself inside, hoping that the confines of the room would shield me from whatever was haunting me. But the voice followed me, seeping through the closed door.

Tears streamed down my face as I sank to the floor, overwhelmed by fear and guilt. The weight of my actions was crushing me.

And then, in a moment of desperation, I made a decision. I had to confess. I had to come clean about what I had done to Chen Chu.

I picked up my phone and dialed the police. As I spoke to the operator, recounting the details of that fateful night, a sense of relief washed over me. It was as if a heavy burden had been lifted from my shoulders.

Within minutes, the police arrived at the underground facility. They listened to my confession, their expressions a mix of shock and disbelief.

I led them to the area where Chen Chu's lifeless body had once lay. But when we arrived, there was nothing there. No trace of her remains, no evidence of a crime.

The police searched the entire facility, but it was as if Chen Chu had vanished into thin air.

They questioned me relentlessly, doubting the veracity of my story. Perhaps they thought I was playing some sick game, trying to gain attention or absolution.

But I knew the truth. Chen Chu was real, and she was haunting me.

I was taken into custody, accused of fabricating a crime. The authorities deemed me mentally unstable, and I was sent to a psychiatric facility for evaluation.

Days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months. I remained locked away, my mind trapped in a never-ending cycle of guilt and torment.

Was Chen Chu real? Or was she a figment of my imagination, a manifestation of my guilt?

I may never know the answer. But one thing is certain—the events that unfolded in that underground facility changed me forever. I am forever haunted by the memory of Chen Chu and the darkness that resides within me.