When I look back, the feeling of being watched disappears, but when I turn around, it lingers like a shadow again. This uncomfortable feeling of being watched was so strong that I couldn't convince myself that it was just my own psychological effect, just my delusion. However, no matter how quickly I turned around, how much I tried to look at the line of sight behind me, or even through the refraction of the glass window on the side of the street, I could not find the source of that line of sight.

The unknown is often more frightening, and that peeping gaze that can't find a source is disintegrating my not-so-much calmness a little bit.

But no matter how much I slowed down or quickened my pace, that gaze didn't change and stuck to me.

In this uneasiness and fear of the unknown, I finally couldn't help but run wildly, ran back to the cave of my house, closed the door, grabbed the wolf tooth pendant and leaned against the door to take a few deep breaths, and finally breathed a sigh of relief and calmed down a little, only to find that my nightdress had been soaked in cold sweat, and I felt cold on the iron door.

I leaned against the door and listened carefully, but I still didn't hear anything. If I think about it, no matter whether I was walking or running, the person who was peeping at me followed me all the time, but there was no sound......

I couldn't help but feel a chill running down my spine, and while convincing myself not to scare myself, I took a few deep breaths and cautiously opened the door to look out.

It was still quiet outside, with no sound except for the chirping of insects.

Slowly opened the door and poked his head out, waited for a few seconds to make sure there was no overt danger, and then walked out of the door again.

I was holding on to the door with one hand ready to return to it, and with the other hand raised above my eyes to block the glare of the sun, the prying gaze vanished, as if the sensation had just been nothing more than my own delusion. But it was precisely because the feeling of being spied on disappeared that I was more sure that someone must have been watching me just now! That's not a delusion!

In his heart, he warned himself to be careful, walked out of the building again and came to the courtyard of the community, picked up an iron rod on the ground that he didn't know who threw it for self-defense, and then walked to the garbage heap not far away.

The iron rod was not thick, and it was hollow, the iron wall was very thin, I don't know how long it had been thrown there, it was covered with rust, it was not heavy in my hand, and I could barely wield it freely.

Looking at the rusty iron rod in my hand, I moved my fingers slightly, and reddish-brown rust chips fell from the friction of my fingers. I couldn't help but pout, knowing in my heart that the iron rod was rusted like this, and the lethality was probably almost zero, and maybe it would be broken if I smashed it hard. But it's better than nothing, and that's all I can do for now.

The sour smell of fermentation became stronger and more intense in the sunlight, and I leaned closer to the dumpster with bated breath to look into it, and as I approached, a swarm of flies swarmed. Looking at the swarm of black flies, my scalp couldn't help but tingle a little, but I still endured the churning sensation in my stomach, waving my arms to drive away the flies, and at the same time, leaning over the iron rod and stirring the garbage around.

Beer bottles, plastic boxes, bags... No... No... None of them?

I looked at the garbage that I was churning and frowned, so much household garbage, there was not a single rotten food residue? Even the disposable lunch box is clean, and there is no trace of food in sight. What's going on? It's impossible that there is no food that is discarded, and looking at the appearance of other things, there is not enough time to completely decay and disappear, so what about those discarded foods? Where have they gone?

There's no food scraps at all... Is this just an accident, or does it mean something......

Wait a minute... What is it?

My whole body stiffened as if I had a nightmare, nervous and afraid to move, beads of sweat flowed from my forehead into my eyes, with a slight astringent sensation that made me feel very uncomfortable, but I didn't dare to blink at all, just a little bit of strength to hold the iron rod at home, trembling and widening my eyes as I watched the black shadow that kept moving and expanding on the trash can—it was a person who was approaching from behind me...... Not again! That feeling of being spied on!

Seeing that the shadow showed the movement of the man behind me reaching out to touch me, fear overcame the nervousness, and I quickly raised my arm without thinking, and as I turned around, I swung the iron rod I was holding in my hand from top to bottom with all my strength with the power of turning.

After turning around, I really saw how tall the person close to me was, originally my height of 1.72 meters was considered tall among girls, and even compared with ordinary boys, it was not too short, but compared with the person in front of me, he was still half a head shorter.

This is a very tall man, roughly estimated that he may be more than 1.85 meters tall, standing in front of me like a black bear makes me feel dangerous, and if I look at it I can only see his resolute chin and thick, full lips. But it was this height that was beyond my estimate that made the height of my planned swing of the iron rod a little low, and I thought it should hit the opponent's head, but at this time, this height could only hit the opponent's arm.

The iron rod fell with the sound of the wind, and it carried the dirt from the time I had just rummaged through the garbage, but even though I had used all my strength, I still did no effective damage to the man. I didn't even see what was happening, but I saw a black shadow coming towards the iron rod I was waving, and I couldn't help but close my eyes in fright, and then I felt a strong force coming from the iron bar, and my hand holding the iron rod was numb, and the iron rod almost came out.

When I opened my eyes again, with the sound of metal falling to the ground, I could see the half-cut iron rod in my hand and the man who didn't look like a good person.

It's really going to break if you smash it... But even if it's rusty, at least it's an iron rod, right? Someone blocked it with an arm and it broke off? Is this kidding me?

I stole a glance at the half-cut iron rod on the ground and the broken iron rod in my hand, staring nervously at the man in front of me. It's the first person I've seen since I've been stuck in my room for so long, but maybe I'd be happier if we hadn't been in this way for the first time.

"You...... Not an earthling? ”

Not an earthling? Am I not an earthling, am I still a Martian?

Hearing the man speak, I couldn't help but take a slight step back in alarm, although the voice was low and slightly hoarse and magnetic, but I was not prepared to answer his question but looked at him defensively.

This is a very manly man, different from the current popular neutral flower man, he is tall and strong, full of beautiful muscles, looks strong, it seems that every muscle in the body is full of strength, but the muscles are not exaggerated, it will not make people feel excessive, but show the fusion of strength and beauty. His eyes are long and narrow but not small, his eyes are fierce and aggressive, his nose is large and tall, and if you look closely, there is a slightly hooked nose, and under the nose is a mouth that is slightly pursed, but even then you can see that his lips are thick and full. The well-defined silhouette and much darker complexion than ordinary people added to his masculinity, but a long scar on the left cheek added a touch of ferocity to this masculinity. The scar started at the corner of his left eye and went down to his chin, which was the main reason why I didn't think he looked like a good person.

Seriously, this man is good-looking, but now is obviously not the time for me to admire. Where he came from, why he was here, why he spied on me twice, what he wanted to do when he just got close to me, these unknowns also represented his danger.

"No signs, really no signs! You're not an earthling! Where did you come from? What year is it? ”

The man spoke again, and thanks to my current attention on him, I could hear the tremor in his voice. Looking at the way he looked at me carefully, it looked like he was looking for his signs? But I'm an earthling, what more sign do I need? I've been an earthling, and I've never heard of any signs, right? Do you want me to write three big characters on my face - earthling? Where else did you get in? Where to come in? What year is it?

I didn't know what he was trying to do, so I remained silent, because it was someone who was suspected of attacking me just now, so it wouldn't be wrong to be cautious.

"Who the hell are you? Is it someone who is stuck in the room like me? ”

Seeing the man suddenly leaning over to me excitedly, I couldn't help but take a few steps back in a row, and even almost hit the dumpster behind me. Nervously holding the remaining half-broken iron rod at the man, although I really didn't think the half of the iron rod would hurt the man at all, but at least holding it was more reassuring than empty-handed.

Obviously, I understand every word the man says, but when I put it together, I don't know what he's talking about, plus he looks excited now...... This person should not ......

Sick in the brain, right?