What is the most terrifying thing in this world?

——No one believes you are a good person.

What is something more terrible than this?

——No one believes he is a bad person.

Tick--

Tick--

The clock's hand kept walking.

Take the steps of the waltz around the established steps.

Tick--

Mr. Shang walked into the bathroom with a bath towel.

The bathroom and the bathroom are not separated and are connected.

Mr. Shang looked at the bathroom with disgust, but he had to take a shower.

Scream—

Mr. Shang turned on the hot water switch.

"Ah! Hot..."

No matter how suitable the water temperature is adjusted the day before, the hot water sprayed from the shower the next day is definitely not the right temperature.

Either it is burned to death or it is cold to death.

A large piece of my arms burned red, and I almost cooked pig's trotters.

Mr. Shang broke the hot water regulator.

Puff—Puff puff puff…

After a little movement of the regulator, the hot water did not cool down, but instead started to spit out "puff puff puff", intermittently and drizzle.

"It's broken? I just washed it!"

Mr. Shang had already put his hair on shampoo while mixing the hot water. Now his head is covered with foam. If the hot water breaks down at this time, he can only take a shower with cold water.

Mr. Shang, who has been used to living a life of luxury, will definitely not be able to stand the cold shower.

Mr. Shang knocked on the water pipe in anger.

puff--

The shower sprayed another saliva.

this time……

But it's red.

With a "squeezing" sound, the bright red liquid was sprayed directly on Mr. Shang's face.

Didida--

Mixed with the foam on the head, flowing down the cheeks tickingly.

He raised his hand and wiped it gently.

Blood?

The rust-smelling liquid is slightly viscous.

Widths flow downwards...

Scream-!!!

The shower began to splash red liquid again, as if a dam broke out, and a large amount of liquid splashed out overwhelmingly.

"Huh—"

Mr. Shang quickly retreated, and the blood-red liquid was boiling and hot, causing hazy mist to spread around.

The mist instantly swept through the mirror.

Crack!

The lights in the bathroom kept flashing, as if they were not in contact.

The entire bathroom was in endless darkness.

"What's going on?!"

Mirror.

The mirror covered in water mist slowly changed.

Every stroke is like someone writing on the mirror.

Pull off the mist and write it out in strokes...

--you

--return

--Remember

——My?

do you remember me?

The mist in the mirror was pushed apart, and from behind the handwriting, Mr. Shang vaguely saw a pair of eyes.

But it is not a mirror that reflects one's eyes.

But...

A pair of blood-red eyes with a hideous smile.

"Bang—" Mr. Shang gasped and hit the bathroom shelf backwards.

Clang - pop!

The daily necessities on the shelf fell to the ground instantly, and the flying general was in a pool of blood.

Mr. Shang grabbed the bath towel, knocked open the bathroom door, and rushed out directly.

"Hahahaha--" A laughter came out of the mirror in the bathroom. A man in a black windbreaker crawled out of the mirror with his hands and feet, chased Mr. Shang and ran out of the bathroom.

"What's going on!" Mr. Shang ran out of the bathroom: "Is there anyone?"

"Is anyone?"

"Help!"

Mr. Shang ran forward quickly, and the man in the windbreaker chased behind him, but the entire employee apartment was empty and no one responded to Mr. Shang's request for help.

"Kill you-kill you-"

"It's all you!"

"If you kill you, my obsession will be eliminated!"

The man in the windbreaker yelled, and his face slowly lifted from behind the collar.

Mr. Shang fell to the ground with a "bang", and even the bath towel fell aside. After seeing the man in the windbreaker's face, he was stunned for a second, but did not run away again.

"It's you?"

Mr. Shang recognized the man in the windbreaker.

Isn’t this windbreaker the evil spirit in Locker No. 14, the project manager of Mr. Shang’s company who was fired?

The evil spirit asked Wanqi Linmu to let him let him go. He only went to see his son and wife for one night. His son had leukemia and had surgery today. The evil spirit wanted to see his son for the last time.

This is his last obsession.

It’s just the obsession that the evil spirit keeps saying, but not family affection, not love, but hatred.

"It's me, it's me!!"

"It's all because of you-"

"It's all because of you that I died tragically!! I'm going to kill you!"

"Even if I want to die, you will die with me!"

The evil spirit was filled with black smoke.

But Mr. Shang slowly calmed down: "Aren't you taking it upon yourself?"

The evil spirit stared at Mr. Shang with resentment: "It's all you, it's all you!"

Mr. Shang sneered: "You made a fake appraisal and deceived me and the company! If you weren't for being blinded by lard, you wouldn't have ended like this!"

The evil spirit roared: "You philanthropist! What qualifications do you have to say that I was blinded? You are the same! Why can you make money, but I can't make money?"

Mr. Shang said lightly: "Because the money you earn is the money you cheated."
To be continued...