"Vicious." Jodie walked toward the other window in the bedroom, looking back as she went at the single bed she had been lying on just now.
The sheets looked deathly pale in the moonlight, and the curtain that had been yanked halfway down hung outside the window, swaying in the wind—just a short while ago, the deceased had fallen from that window beside the bed, plummeting twenty-one floors to his death on the spot.
Looking at the scene, Jodie felt a wave of lingering fear.
"In my bedroom, the bed is next to the balcony. That way, if I'm attacked, I can immediately climb onto the balcony to escape. And if I get an urgent call but the signal is bad, I can also hop out the window in one step, get to the balcony, and pick up a good signal."
"But in this dead neighbor's apartment, his bed was next to the window—if I woke up, got a call with a bad signal, and then, because I'd gotten used to my own layout, tried to climb straight over the wall to the balcony... I would immediately fall out the window and become the second 'suicide.'"
"Good thing I came to my senses fast. Speaking of which, how could I have fallen asleep just now? Am I really that careless?"
Jodie lightly patted her own face, feeling that this had been a serious mistake: it looked like she had been staying up too late lately, and needed to properly catch up on sleep.
On the phone, broken sounds were still coming through. Jodie casually replied, "One moment," and stepped out the window...
Then her foot landed on empty air.
—The balcony was gone! Beneath her feet was an abyss nearly a hundred meters deep, and at the bottom of that