“I remember a few times when I was working overtime, I even ran into a well-dressed but haggard-looking female office worker in the elevator. I didn’t know if it was her who died, and I didn’t think much of it. After all, who doesn’t live under tremendous pressure in the city? If your mental resilience is so fragile, you might as well go home, farm, and get married.”

He let out a short, strange laugh, which drew the attention of at least three masked men at the long table.

Cheng Shuang silently observed this scene. Could she suspect that one or two of the three people might be women? That's why they might be more averse to comments that are unfriendly to women than men.

She remembered that her sister hated it most when people mentioned that women were less reliable than men, or similar sexist remarks. She had also heard a male classmate boast about how hard his father worked, how he often traveled for work and worked overtime, and how he didn't even have time to come home on weekends. Occasionally, when his father didn't work overtime and came home to play with him for half an hour, he would be very happy, but when his mother came home late from work and cooked a simple meal, he would be unhappy and throw a tantrum, just like his father.

Later, his father had an affair and got divorced. He insisted on staying with his father. As a result, after his new mother moved in, she not only didn't cook, but often took his father out to eat without cooking and brought him back one or two cold dishes.

From then on, the boy never mentioned his father's good qualities again.

What does Sister Sirui do for a living? Is she one of these three people?

The little girl couldn't remember, so she gave up trying to recall and just listened to the story first.

"Because I didn't witness any terrifying scenes, my impression of this incident was limited to the police cars outside the office building. I didn't have a deep impression of anything else, so I stayed in the office that day, working and watching TV shows at the same time. I was quite engrossed in watching, and before I knew it, I looked up and saw that the office was empty. The administrators had turned off all the lights in the office area, leaving only the row above my head on."

"I checked the time, it was only a little past nine o'clock. Usually there would be a few programmers still in their office area at this time, but today there was really no one in the company. I was so happy, I zoomed in on the video that was at its smallest size, made some instant noodles, and comfortably started eating my late-night snack and watching TV shows."

"Before going home, I would drink as much water as possible in the office, so I went to the restroom several times. The restroom was at the end of the corridor, where the elevator and small storage room were also located. The corridor had voice-activated lights that were set to energy-saving mode. I clapped my hands as I walked, and the lights gradually brightened with the sound. Until the light at the end of the corridor flickered, and then, 'poof, it went out again.'"

As they were talking, the already dim wall lamp in the room suddenly went out, and the entire dark space fell into an instant silence. It wasn't until someone abruptly swallowed that the held breathing slowly, very slowly returned to normal.

The wall lamp flickered twice and then lit up again.

The man continued, "I raised my hand and clapped again, and the light came on... I saw a figure standing on the wall at the end of the corridor, directly opposite me. It was dark and looked like it had long hair."

"I was a little nervous at the time, but I didn't think about ghosts or monsters. I just thought that someone was hiding behind me, hiding in the office area, watching me watch TV and eat late-night snacks without restraint. So I quickly turned around to see who was so despicable, but I found that there was no one behind me in the dark."

"Later, I went up to look at the wall more closely and finally relaxed. It turned out that the dark shadow was my own shadow."

Cheng's double eyelids twitched; she knew what was coming next wouldn't be very friendly.

Even if a young girl has little experience, she still has some common sense.

If the distance is too far to hear the sound, the motion-activated light will turn off after a while. The light behind him should already be off, so only the light at the end of the corridor ahead will still be on.

His shadow could not possibly appear in front of him...

It's terrifying to think about.

The little girl shuddered, having grasped the gist of the horror story, and quietly continued listening.

"I touched the wall; it was smooth, cold, and completely unremarkable. I chuckled to myself and turned to go to the restroom. The public restroom wasn't separated by gender; there was a small stall with urinals where you could smoke. I suddenly felt the urge to poop, so I chose a squat toilet, closed the door, and took out my phone to continue watching my show."

"When my legs went numb, I suddenly remembered that I didn't bring any toilet paper. I searched for the toilet paper box, but there was only a roll of toilet paper left. I struggled for a few seconds between going back to wash my underwear and taking my pants to the next stall to find some toilet paper, and finally chose the latter."

The little girl imagined the scene, and silently groaned, filled with disgust...

"The door next to me was closed, but on a whim, I decided to knock politely. I knocked three times, but no one answered. I pushed the door open and saw an empty cardboard box. I then went to another cubicle and knocked on the door."

"This time, there was a response to my knock. A man answered and asked, 'You're here?' I was taken aback. I remembered a colleague who had been having stomach problems and I assumed it was him. Then I remembered the empty tissue box and felt a mix of sympathy and schadenfreude. So I answered and asked him, 'Have you been waiting for me a long time? You didn't even send me a text so I could have come to find you earlier!' I was afraid he would see me watching TV while he was in the bathroom, so I wanted to do him a favor. I steeled myself and decided to throw away my underwear, put on my clothes, and go back to the office to get him some tissues. But as soon as I moved, the door opened."

The man's tone softened. "I looked over instinctively and was pulled into a stall by an arm. My belt wasn't fastened properly, and I was unsteady on my feet. I had no chance to struggle and was pressed against the stall door. I was so angry that I kept cursing. My pants fell down to my shoes and splashed dirty water all over the bathroom floor. I'll have to wash them when I get back, and the water bill will go up again this month."

Worrying about water bills at this point is really being extremely stingy.

The sentiments of everyone present!

"The man was very strong, and without the door blocking my view, I could hear his voice even more clearly. I didn't recognize him at all. I actually breathed a sigh of relief and was about to throw a punch, yelling, 'Are you fucking perverted?!' The stranger grabbed my hand, his foul-smelling mouth close to mine, and he said happily, 'Didn't you already know whether I'm a pervert or not?'"

"I knew he had mistaken me for someone else, but strangely, he seemed unaware of it. I found it particularly perplexing, so I shouted it out. But no matter how much I shouted, that guy just kept talking to himself and groping around randomly."

The man paused, his tone becoming even, pausing between each sentence, "My buddy was kind enough to clean up my mess, but he still tried to touch my face..."

"Ugh," someone made a vomiting sound.

Cheng Shuang's face turned pale; she finally understood the most frightening aspect of this horror story.

"I couldn't take it anymore. I watched helplessly as that smelly hand approached. My strength returned instantly, and I shoved that guy into the toilet."

Ugh... someone else threw up.