I originally thought I could charge my phone at midnight and call for help, but now I don't even have my phone.

I calculated the current occupancy of our building in my mind, wondering if anyone would hear me and come to help if I shouted for help.

This building is in the suburbs, the occupancy rate is not high. On our floor, there are four households, but only two are occupied including ours.

The answer is obvious, yelling for help is useless. The commotion Zhou Yan made when he killed his wife, there was no response from upstairs or downstairs.

I quickly jumped out of bed and locked the bedroom door, nervously curled up in the innermost corner of the bed. Some scenes from the past began to slide before my eyes, frame by frame.

After the divorce, I suffered from amnesia and often forgot to bring my keys. The community security measures were also average, so I replaced the lock with a smart lock on the suggestion of my best friend.

I bought the latest model of the smart lock, with all features including voice monitoring and facial recognition.

My home is close to Zhou Yan's, and whenever my phone alerted me of an abnormality in the smart lock, my obsessive-compulsive disorder would compel me to check. Eight times out of ten, it was his guests triggering the alert.

Moreover, it seemed like different men came almost every time, and they all came to see his wife when Zhou Yan was not at home.

This evening, I did the same when I heard the smart lock alarm and took a look. Unexpectedly, I saw Zhou Yan killing his wife.

Zhou Yan discovered that I had seen everything from the surveillance footage.

I lay on the bed, staring blankly at the window, hoping for daylight to come quickly. Hoping the cleaning lady wouldn't skip work today and would see the blood outside Zhou Yan's door and call the police.

……

When I was startled awake by the sound of a key turning, I realized I had forgotten that the key was always left in the bedroom door, and that I had fallen asleep despite being so nervous.

I quickly got up from the bed, retreated, and shrank into the corner of the wall, barely grabbing the pillow next to me when Zhou Yan opened the door from outside.

"Rongrong, get up and eat," Zhou Yan said, wearing my apron and holding a spatula.

He looked like a good family man.

But thinking about him killing his wife last night, I felt an indescribable strangeness.

I wanted to refuse, but I was afraid of angering Zhou Yan.

In the end, I climbed out of bed and sat at the dining table with him.

"Winter melon and pork rib soup," Zhou Yan said while serving.

I looked at the ribs in the clay pot, forced a stiff smile.

My dining table faces the door. Through Zhou Yan, I could see that the blood and body outside his door had already been cleaned up.

"I cleaned everything up after you fell asleep last night," Zhou Yan said, smiling happily at my stunned expression. "Also, the cleaning lady came this morning, but I had already cleaned up. She even praised me for being diligent, hahaha..."

Facing the laughing Zhou Yan, I felt a chill all over my body. I couldn't count on the cleaning lady anymore. What should I do?

Zhou Yan ate quickly. Despair filled me as I looked down at the rib soup in front of me, feeling nauseous.

"Rongrong, you can eat slowly. I'm off to work," Zhou Yan said as he picked up his jacket and walked away.

When he reached the door, he suddenly stopped and looked back at me with a sinister gaze. "Don't think about running away or calling the police."

I unconsciously swallowed and nodded stiffly.

About ten minutes after Zhou Yan left, I tiptoed to the door and gently turned the handle.

Just as I opened the door and stepped into the hallway, the elevator dinged and opened.

My best friend Cheng Wen walked out of the elevator with a smile, teasingly asking whom I was standing there to greet.

My best friend is a beauty, with a hot figure and an open personality after studying abroad for a few years. She is always unrestrained, especially in front of me, often making provocative comments.

But at that moment, I couldn't care about her teasing. My eyes were fixed on the grim-faced Zhou Yan behind her.

Zhou Yan's hand now held a wrench, though I did not know when he had it.

My hands were sweating from nervousness.

The emergency exit door was closed, only my front door was still open...

"Run!"

I grabbed my best friend's hand and rushed into my home!