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Grandma's expression finally changed.
She took a few steps back, dropping the scissors from her hand.
"No... it can't be... they should have been sealed..."
The Eyeballs rolled on the ground, leaving trails of blood behind.
They formed a circle, trapping Grandma in the middle.
I witnessed the most terrifying scene:
Each Eyeball's Pupil turned blood red, fixated on Grandma.
"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 burning.
Grandma's skin started to smoke, and she screamed in agony.
Seizing the opportunity, I scrambled to my feet and stumbled toward the stairs.
Behind me came Grandma's piercing shrieks and the sound of Eyeballs bursting.
I dared not look back and desperately climbed upward.
As 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, then 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, and I had been working late. As I stepped out of the office building, I instinctively glanced at the street corner. The streetlamp 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 said it was all in my head, but I knew better. The pain intensified, and I couldn't help but rub my eyes.
When I opened them again, a blurry figure appeared at the street corner. It was a man dressed in a black trench coat, standing under the streetlamp and facing me directly. I recognized him. He was the one-eyed man who had bought lychees from Grandma that night.
What terrified me more was that my right eye suddenly perceived something different. Surrounding the man was a faint layer of black mist. In his eye socket, instead of a regular prosthetic eye, there glowed a lychee.
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, business must go on."
A chill ran down my spine. It was then that I noticed more figures emerging from the shadows on either side of the street. They all lacked one eye, replaced instead by glowing lychees.
"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 Eternal Life and special abilities. My Right Eye began to throb again, this time more intensely. I covered my eye, feeling a surge of heat rising from its depths. When I opened my eyes again, the sight before me left me utterly stunned.
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