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Neon Night Mist
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At one oh seven in the morning, the old fluorescent light in the convenience store buzzed and flickered, like an elderly man on the verge of passing out.
The pale light cast a grayish hue over everything around me, making my heart feel heavy. I wrapped myself tighter in my faded down jacket, my fingers numb from the cold as I struggled to flip through the collection notice in my hand.
“Hemoglobin 7.2 g/dL” — this cold number pierced through my heart like a needle.
I stared at it, my lips trembling, a bitter feeling rising within me: “How could it be so low… When will this illness ever end… There’s still so much left to pay for dialysis; what am I going to do?”
Suddenly, my phone lit up with a countdown for “Special Price Eggs.” My eyes widened as I fixated on the screen, my fingers moving uncontrollably across it.
Buying some cheap eggs could save a little… but that small amount was nothing compared to the astronomical medical expenses for Dad.
Speaking of which, it seems like troublesome events have been piling up one after another lately.
A week ago, I accidentally came across some unfamiliar charges on our household bills. High-end restaurants, luxury stores… the numbers on those bills were painful to look at.
I took the bills to ask Cheng Huai about them. He avoided my gaze and stammered that they were business expenses.
Another time, I woke up in the middle of the night and heard him speaking in a low voice on the balcony, his tone urgent and cautious: “She must not find out about this; proceed as planned.”
When I approached him, he immediately hung up, looking flustered. These incidents felt like tiny thorns piercing my heart, causing a dull ache.
Even stranger, Cheng Huai sent me a WeChat message with a picture of some Hazardous Building Inspection Equipment he was calibrating.
In the corner of the photo, a glint from a manicure caught my eye, glaringly bright. My heart skipped a beat, and I instinctively tightened my grip on my phone, my knuckles turning white.
"What is he doing? Why is there a manicure?" I dared not think further, panic rising within me.
Just as I was feeling flustered, I stood up to straighten the shelves. On the surveillance screen, I saw Bai Wei strutting into the convenience store in high heels, swaying gracefully.
The sound of her heels striking the ground was particularly jarring at that moment. Then, I watched in disbelief as she stepped on and shattered my Blood Donation Certificate!
My head buzzed with anger, and I rushed over, shouting, "What are you doing? That’s my Blood Donation Certificate!"
Bai Wei smirked disdainfully, her lips curling into a sneer. "Oh, this worthless piece of paper? You think it's something precious?"
"This is proof for my dad's medical expenses! What do you know?" My eyes reddened, tears welling up as my voice trembled on the verge of breaking.
"Hmph, a poor loser is just a poor loser." With that remark, Bai Wei twisted her waist and walked away with an air of superiority.
I stood there dazed, watching her retreating figure. My legs weakened, and I slowly crouched down, trembling hands reaching for the shards of my Blood Donation Certificate.
Glass fragments cut into my fingertips, blood droplets reflecting an eerie light under the glow of the store's lights, faintly revealing a number: B-7-23. A shock ran through me; this number matched the one from the anonymous text message I received on my phone regarding the Dangerous Building.
At that moment, my phone vibrated again with another anonymous message: "If you want to know Cheng Huai's secret, come to Neon Hotel Room 302." Attached was a concrete cross-section image of the Dangerous Building, showing its structure to be quite loose.
I stared at the message and the image, my mind swirling in confusion. "Who could it be? No matter what, I have to go take a look."
After much hesitation, I gritted my teeth, stood up, and a glimmer of determination shone in my eyes as I resolved to go take a look.
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