chapter 8
At this moment, the Downstairs Sister sent another message. She lives directly below me, in room 401.
[Sorry, sis, I was just putting on nail polish and couldn’t pick up my phone. It was my boyfriend who replied to your message. Cute.jpg]
This time, there was punctuation and an emoji.
A completely different style.
Looks like I wrongly accused her.
I hadn’t replied yet.
She continued:
[Sis, did you see today’s news? It’s so scary. Luckily, the Property Management staff came to check our doors and windows. By the way, you probably don’t know yet, but our community’s new Property Management Captain is Uncle Wang from the first floor. Puppy resting chin.jpg]
So it was Uncle Wang on the first floor.
No wonder he never leaves the building.
What was I even thinking?
I shook my head.
I had scared myself so much I couldn’t sleep.
I replied: [Thank you, it’s too late, you should go to bed.]
Before I could send the message,
my hand holding the glass of milk froze in midair.
In the reflection of the window across the building,
401 downstairs was pitch black.
No lights on.
If it was pitch black, then how was she… putting on nail polish…