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Grandma's expression finally changed. She stepped back a few paces, dropping the scissors from her hand onto the floor.
"No... it can't be... they should have been sealed away..."
The Eyeballs rolled across the ground, leaving trails of blood behind them. They formed a circle, trapping Grandma in the middle.
I witnessed the most terrifying scene: each Eyeball's Pupil turned blood red, fixating on Grandma with an intense gaze.
"You ungrateful creatures!" Grandma screamed. "I gave you eternal life! I made you forever beautiful!"
But the Eyeballs remained unmoved. They began to emit a strange glow, and the air was filled with the scent of something burning.
Grandma's skin started to smoke, and she let out a scream of agony. Seizing the opportunity, I scrambled to my feet and stumbled toward the stairs.
Behind me, I heard Grandma's piercing wail and the sound of Eyeballs bursting. I dared not look back as I desperately climbed upward.
When I burst out of the basement, a loud crash echoed behind me. The entire house shook, and a plume of black smoke billowed from the basement entrance.
I heard Grandma's final scream before everything fell silent. I thought it was all over.
The police discovered Grandma's charred body in the basement, along with hundreds of glass jars containing Eyeballs. The case shocked the entire city, but no one believed my testimony. The truth about those "living Lychees" was dismissed as a symptom of my mental trauma.
However, just when I thought I could start living normally again, strange things began to happen.
It was a dreary, rainy night when I worked late into the evening. As I stepped out of the office building, I instinctively glanced at the street corner. The streetlight illuminated an empty space, yet I couldn't shake the feeling that something was watching me from there.
Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through my right eye. Ever since that incident, my right eye had often felt uncomfortable. The doctor claimed it was psychological, but I knew better. The pain intensified, and I couldn't help but rub my eye.
When I opened it again, a blurry figure appeared at the corner. It was a man dressed in a black trench coat, standing under the streetlight and facing me directly. I recognized him. He was the One-Eyed Man who had bought Lychee from Grandma that night.
What was even more terrifying was that my right eye suddenly perceived something different. A faint black mist surrounded the man, and instead of a normal prosthetic eye, there glowed a Lychee in his right eye socket.
I turned to run, but it was too late. The man approached me slowly, his movements deliberate yet exuding an inescapable sense of pressure.
"You saw it, didn't you?" he rasped. "Though Grandma is dead, the business must go on."
A chill ran down my spine as I noticed more figures emerging from the shadows along the street. Each one of them was missing an eye, replaced by a glowing Lychee.
"Welcome to the club," the man in black grinned widely. "Your eyes are quite special; we've been watching you for a long time."
I suddenly realized that Grandma was just a small player in this vast organization. It was the One-Eyed Men who were the true masterminds behind it all. They used Lychee to recruit new members, luring them in with promises of immortality and special abilities.
My right eye began to throb again, this time more intensely. I covered my eye, feeling a surge of warmth rising from its depths. When I opened my eyes again, the sight before me left me utterly stunned.
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