"As the tattoo became clearer, I felt my body getting lighter and lighter, as if my soul had grown wings and could fly out of my body at any moment."
Red Skirt touched the tattoo on her body, with a strange expression on her face that was both repulsed and forced to endure: "Every word I say is true, you can think of me as a madman, but I hope you will think carefully about what I've said."
Turning off the faucet, the madman opened the bathroom door, and he looked at the clock hanging on the living room wall.
"It's almost four o'clock, I must return to the bedroom, if you are willing to believe me, then come find me when it gets light!" The madman no longer stopped Han Fei, he hesitantly reached the door of bedroom 1144, and before opening the bedroom door, he looked back at Han Fei again: "Are you really a security guard for this community? Do you remember working here in your memory?"