Ghost sent me on a mission, and I opened the box.

Inside, there was actually a head!

As the sound-controlled light went off, my legs went weak and I fell to the ground with a thud.

This head was inexplicably eerie, empty eye sockets, high nose bridge, sunken between cheekbones and temples, like a skull wrapped in skin.

This face seemed familiar, but I couldn't recall.

On the right side of the head, there was a black plastic bag, trembling hands untied it, expecting something bloody, but it turned out to be countless Chinese Yuan.

A note lay on the bills: "This is makeup fee, you must put on makeup, I'm watching you."

The entire hallway was filled with only my breathing.

After a five-minute delay, I got up, hugged the box with both hands, and returned to my room.

Man dies for wealth, bird dies for food.

With the arrival of the box, there was a foul odor in the living room, I took out perfume, unwilling to spray much, just a few times on my body.

Taking out a set of cosmetics, I hesitated and applied foundation directly, it couldn't be evened out, and because of anxiety, I even scratched my skin.

When putting on eye makeup, I held the eye shadow brush, brushing above my eye socket, the eyes that should exist disappeared, and soon, three maggots connected with dark green mucus emerged.

I felt nauseous immediately, in panic, something jumped into my eye,

When I carefully opened my eyelids to look, a maggot clung to my eyelid.

"Ah! How disgusting!"

I couldn't bear it anymore, and chose to leave the money, throwing the cardboard box with the head into the trash can downstairs.

That night was difficult to sleep, the next day as I went downstairs, passing by the trash can, I found that the head was still in place.

But strangely, others couldn't see it, tossing garbage nonchalantly.

My heart skipped a beat, hastened my pace, and quickly left the neighborhood.

At first, I didn't plan to attend the appointment, the so-called "former" friends, I don't recognize now, they don't bother me knowing my situation, only one person, almost contacts me every day.

After the ordeal last night, I urgently wanted to see this person.

His name is Fang Sen, thirty-two years old, working at a pharmaceutical company.

He always schedules the meeting at a time earlier than most people's mealtime, perhaps due to Fang Sen's social anxiety, but contradictory as it may seem, despite social anxiety, he still wants to have a meal with me every month.

At ten o'clock, I promptly arrived at the private kitchen. I was a bit restless on the way, my eyes inexplicably itched.

Fang Sen had obviously been waiting for a long time, and on seeing me arrive, his eyes lit up, letting out a sigh of relief.

I couldn't help but laugh, "Why do you look as if you're relieved that I'm still alive?"

Fang Sen didn't speak.

I noticed a figure in Daoist robe sitting behind us near the window, like a child, feasting without a care in the world.

Cosplay? I was quite annoyed by these things.

Fang Sen wiped his sweat, "Qiu Ning, how have you been lately?"

I made some perfunctory remarks, "Not bad, how about you?"

He sat very uncomfortably, his mouth twitching into a stiff smile, "As long as you're okay, it's fine for me."

I furrowed my brows, what's wrong? Could it be that he likes me?

Thinking of this, I looked him up and down, a contemptuous smile tugged at the corners of my mouth, looking down at him involuntarily.

Short hair, average looks, and social anxiety.

No wonder he schedules a meal with me every month, maybe I could find out about his salary.

I raised my head, only to see Fang Sen covering his mouth in horror, his fingers trembling, pointing at me, his tone uneven, "Your... your eyes..."

"What's wrong?"

I looked down to see a few drops of blood on the clean bowl of rice.

My eyes stung, as if tens of thousands of ants were nibbling at my eyeballs.

I touched my eye area, which was empty.

My vision darkened, the ear was filled with Fang Sen's screams, the sound of the chair falling, and a voice, "Oh dear."