Ah!

My scream echoed throughout the building.

My phone kept ringing incessantly.

I didn't need to look to know that the group was asking me what happened.

What happened?

Someone died!

501, they really killed someone!

A live eyeball was hidden in the dumplings.

The bloodshot eyeball turned pale and swollen from being boiled.

The eyeball was very white with a small iris.

It stared at me directly.

I was frozen on the ground for a while before sending the photo.

[I need to call the police!]

The group was in chaos.

301 exclaimed, '[My god, someone really died? Who did they kill? Call the police quickly!']

202: '[It's also possible that someone killed them. Didn't I just say that 501's behavior is completely unlike their usual self?']

The group continued to discuss.

I couldn't analyze the situation like those people.

They weren't the ones who experienced the fright.

Just as I was about to dial the emergency number.

302 frantically mentioned me:

'Are you sure this is a real eyeball?

It doesn't feel quite right to me.'

'It looks more like a prank prop.'

'Hold off on calling the police for now.'

'Hold off on calling the police.'

A prank prop?

Upon seeing the message from 302, I shifted my gaze to the eyeball I hadn't dared to look at directly.

302: '[Take another good look at the eyeball. Is it really genuine?']

I don't know who gave me the courage.

I boldly stepped forward and pinched it with my hand.

It turned out to be a rubber simulation.

At that moment, I felt like an exploding balloon, filled with extreme anger.

What is 501 up to?

I put on my coat.

I was determined to go downstairs and confront them.

Tonight, I must demand an explanation!