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墨書 Inktalez
A week after the report, time seemed to freeze; life was put on pause, and everything fell into an eerie calm.
A suffocating calm.
Like the stillness before a storm, it was oppressive enough to make it hard to breathe.
Officer Wang visited a few times, conducting routine inquiries, repeating the same old questions.
"Have you offended anyone recently?"
His scrutinizing gaze made me uncomfortable.
"Have you received any similar threats?"
There was a hint of impatience in his tone, as if he believed we were wasting his time.
"Can you confirm that someone is watching you?"
As he asked, he casually flipped through his notebook, seemingly indifferent to my answers.
I responded one by one, trying to stay calm, but it felt like I was playing a tune for a deaf audience.
His face was etched with impatience, and his words carried a hint of skepticism, as if he was convinced we were making a mountain out of a molehill, lamenting over nothing.
I could even sense the disdain in his eyes, as if he were thinking, "Another one of those paranoid types."
In the end, he hastily closed the case due to insufficient evidence.
"We will continue to monitor the situation. If anything comes up, please contact us promptly."
He left those words behind and hurried away, his footsteps echoing in the corridor, growing fainter until they finally disappeared.
I knew it was impossible to rely on them.
They simply did not believe us, or rather, they didn’t care at all.
Li Wei forced herself to stay calm and reassured me that everything would be fine, that the police would protect us.
Her voice was gentle, but it couldn’t mask the tremor in her tone.
I knew that the fear deep within her hadn’t vanished; instead, it had grown wildly like weeds.
She just didn’t want me to worry, so she pretended to be strong.
At night, she held me tightly, her body trembling slightly like a frightened little bird.
I could feel her unease, her fear, and the emotions she was desperately trying to suppress.
Her breathing was rapid and shallow, as if she might suffocate at any moment.
I couldn’t sleep.
Those blurry figures, the eerie phone calls, and that chilling Anonymous Letter replayed in my mind like a movie, refusing to fade away.
Every detail felt like a sharp thorn, digging deep into my nerves and preventing me from finding rest.
Anxiety and unease surged like a tide, drowning me and leaving me gasping for air.
I felt an unprecedented fear, as if I were trapped in a dark swamp, struggling deeper with every attempt to escape.
I tried to find clues, repeatedly reviewing the surveillance footage from the neighborhood, hoping to uncover some trace of evidence.
However, the critical moments were blurred, as if deliberately tampered with or manipulated by someone.
The trail had gone cold.
It was like a rope cut in two, unable to be tied back together.
I felt like a caged beast, ensnared in an invisible prison, bumping against the walls but unable to find an exit.
A week later, the Anonymous Letters and Harassing Calls ceased.
Life returned to a superficial calm, yet my inner turmoil grew more intense.
This tranquility felt too false.
It was like the stillness before a storm, suffocating and terrifying.
I sensed that a greater crisis was looming, like a sword hanging over our heads, ready to drop at any moment.
Li Wei suggested we move; she said a change of environment might help.
Her tone carried a hint of pleading, a touch of helplessness, and a dash of fear.
I hesitated.
Moving can indeed provide a temporary escape from danger, allowing us to distance ourselves from this place filled with fear.
But what if the threat is directed at me? In that case, moving would only expose our whereabouts, making it easier for them to find us.
I find myself in a dilemma, caught between two choices.
I feel like a lost soul standing at a crossroads, unsure of which path to take.
I begin to wonder if all of this is merely coincidence or if someone is orchestrating it.
If it is intentional, what could their purpose be?
What have I done wrong to deserve such torment?
These questions swirl in my mind like a tangled mess, suffocating me.
I feel utterly exhausted, both physically and mentally.
I long for peace, for safety, and for all of this to be just a nightmare.
Yet deep down, I know this is not a dream; it is the harsh reality.
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