Cheng Wen sat in a chair in his rented room, restlessly tapping his feet against the floor. The vibrations from his shoe soles stirred up the ash on the ground.
The orange glow of the cigarette butt was the only light source in the room. Cheng Wen anxiously puffed smoke, occasionally sticking out his tongue to lick his dry lips.
Why hasn't he come up yet?
Cheng Wen muttered to himself. He reached under the chair, pulled out a steel baseball bat, and walked towards the door to see where Cheng Wu was.
Before he reached the door, TAP, TAP, TAP. The knocking sound echoed.
He's here!
Cheng Wen thought with relief. He bent his knees and put his eye to the Cat's Eye, looking outside.
Through the Cat's Eye, he saw nothing but a field of red.
Cheng Wen blinked. He looked through the Cat's Eye again and still saw only red.
Is it a red good-luck paper from the Spring Festival pasted outside the door?
