The story between me and the building opposite

Diagonally across the building is a dummy, with a pale face, a pair of big black eye circles, bright red lips, and horns on its head that I don't know where it came from.

The other party sat there in a strange posture, propping the back of his head with one hand, looking up at me.

Behind him are a pair of low-quality cardboard wings that have been dyed with black paint.

My feelings for 506 instantly became complicated.

Don't the "people" I saw last time looked at me like this, right? !

Does 506 have any strange hobbies?Put such a thing at home.

If you have the ability to arrange your own bedroom, don't put it where you look at me.

Originally, I was going to sleep, but I tossed and turned with that "ghost face" in my head and couldn't fall asleep, especially when I thought about that thing looking at me all the time, it made me feel even more uncomfortable.

No, I'd better close the curtains.

The dim environment stimulated my sleep nerves, and I fell into a dream unconsciously.

The next day when I saw myself with dark circles in the mirror, it was the anger that I couldn't get back from watching 506 do ten sets of radio gymnastics.

All the dreams I had in the second half of the night replaced 506's face with that ghost thing, and it also had its own bgm: "I have horns on my head, horns..."

At this moment, I only have an embarrassed but polite smile: Absolutely.jpg.