At midnight, a rapid knock on the door woke me up from my hazy sleepiness.
"Brother, hurry up! Something happened! It's a man, I committed suicide, hurry up!..." The first thing I thought of was calling the police and calling an ambulance in shock. "Who? Where? Which floor is the number?" While I quickly put on my shoes, I was doing the next step to follow up, "Then I have to call the police first, call an ambulance..." Only then did I see clearly that the person who came was a well-dressed girl who looked 90% of her looks. She was panting, and she was panting. She was eagerly asking me for help: "Don't call the police or call an ambulance for now, let's take a look first..." Haha, it turns out that this girl actually has more experience and concentration than me.
"Lead ahead!". I quickly took a mask and put it on, and hurriedly followed closely behind the high heels of giggles, giggles, giggles, giggles. Come up to
, I thought: What kind of picture will be presented to us. Is it a wrist cut? Or jump off a building? Or hanging? I still regretted: I walked too fast and didn't have time to put on my gloves...
High heels took me to a door, "Hurry knock on the door and pry it!" In a panic, I actually knocked on the door politely three times, "Hey, is anyone there? Please open the door!" The high heels growled anxiously: "Brother, kick it away, I don't have a key..."
I didn't even think about it, so I kicked the door lock open with just one kick. I went into the room and saw a man with a disheveled head and was lying on the bed, panting and saying to his high heels, "I love you, what are you doing?" High heels, "So what's wrong with you, didn't you say you cut it,..."
"Do you have something to do? I'll withdraw it if you don't have anything to do..." Mom! It's fine, it's a false alarm.