Mo Guangyuan's eyelids twitched, and a jolt of alarm shrank his hand back.
He paused the video and peered closely at the corner of the desk—there really seemed to be something in the shadow.
Gathering his courage, Mo Guangyuan saw it was only a rag that someone had left there at some point.
He got up, tossed the rag back into the pantry, and sat back down.
After exchanging a greeting with a colleague, he had just put his headphones back on when he sensed something was off again.
He looked back at the colleague who had just greeted him.
In the shadow of that colleague, it seemed as if something was spying on him.
Mo Guangyuan felt a surge of panic and took a closer look.
Turned out it was just a print on the clothes.
"What's with the fashion nowadays, printing eyes on clothes..."
Mo Guangyuan muttered under his breath.
He continued watching the movie.
A gunshot broke the silence of the night, and as the camera panned up, a decrepit city appeared on the screen.
