I couldn't help but recall that girl I saw during the day; her behavior was like an animal.
Around 1 a.m., police sirens echoed through the city, and police cars drove past the street; I didn't know what had happened.
Chen Qinghan came over to knock on the door, saying he needed to go to the town hospital and told me to be careful myself.
He left in a hurry, and I didn't ask for details. However, Wang Datou sent me a message—he had added me on WeChat while in the car—and now he sent me a few photos.
The first photo showed the hospital ward door, with a face imprinted on the window above it. Unlike the "teacher's death stare," this face had no eyes—or more accurately, no eyeballs—with eyelids collapsed inwardly over empty sockets.
Some blind people looked like this as well. I didn't understand Wang Datou's intention in sending this photo, so I opened the second one, taken through the door gap of the corridor.
