One day, I saw some strange-looking little flying insects in my bathroom, they had two wings, as big as a grain of sorghum, gray, and they couldn't see their eyes, nose, mouth, or other organs. They lay silently on the high wall, unmoving.

I killed one with a fly swatter, and the others flew away.

When the flying insect died, there was no blood, nothing, just some gray powder on the walls.

I suspect that it must be the new chemical materials used in the renovation of the house that produce these strange bugs, and we have no idea what subject they belong to, nor can we know their habits, or whether they are poisonous or not......

When I got to the suburban TV station, I parked my car and walked through the gate.

A hand suddenly came out of the janitor's room on the side of the gate and stopped me--- it was the janitor.

"Credentials."

"Oh......" I glanced at him, and hurriedly lowered my head to pull out my papers.

Suddenly, my hand stopped, and I slowly raised my head and stared at his face--- I was looking for him!

He looked at me coldly.

"Yo, I'm just looking for you."

He frowned: "What are you looking for me for?" "

"I'm a writer, and I wrote the horror novels you talked about at zero o'clock on TV stations......"

He looked at me distrustfully, and I didn't know what to say next.

"What's the matter with you?"

"You were on camera when TV aired my second horror novel, and I thought you acted very well, so...... I'd like to talk to you. "

"What are you talking about?"

"Can we make an appointment?"

"I'm on duty during the day and only available at night."

"Then it's night."

"Where?"

I turned my head and said, "Turn around, there's a foul bar, let's be there." What time do you get off work? "

"Eight o'clock."

"Then we'll be about eight o'clock. I'll go first. "

He didn't say anything.

After I left, I felt like he was looking at me from behind, and there was no trust in his eyes.

I've been hanging around the suburban TV station.

It was getting dark.

The TV station is in the suburbs, the road is empty, and if you go forward, it will be the wilderness. The lights here are sparse and deserted, like sleepy eyes.

The wind blew low across the roofs of the city.

I waited until eight o'clock and walked into the foul bar on time.

About ten minutes later, the security guard arrived. He was also wearing that ugly security uniform, which was out of tune with the atmosphere of the bar.

He sat quietly across from me and looked at me.

There were very few people in the bar and it was too early. There was only one person next to me and him, and he was drinking alone with his back to us.

"What do you drink?" I asked.

"I don't drink."

I could tell from his demeanor that it was his first time in a place like this.

"Shall I give you a glass of ice water?"

"Okay, two glasses."

When the drinks came, I said, "Well, there's a director who wants to make my horror novel into a TV series, and I'm looking for an actor for him." "

"What's the name of the TV series?" He asked.

"Bugs."

After saying these two words, I shuddered.

He didn't react, he just looked at me quietly.

"Recently, I saw that you showed your head twice in the camera, and I think your demeanor is particularly suitable for this role......"

He shook his head and interrupted me, "It's once. "

"You didn't participate in the recording of the first horror show?"

"Nope."

I stared into his eyes.

His eyes were small, with only two very thin slits.

I think his upper and lower eyelids are actually a kind of cover, like a solid, deep bunker, with only two tiny lookout holes exposed. His eyes were hidden in them, so that no one could see his eyes.

Then I looked at his face and hands, trying to find any signs of the strange, but found nothing.

"I don't know your name yet?"

"Evergreen."

"Evergreen...... Do you like bugs? "

"I don't like it."

"Why?"

"What do you say?" His tone was suddenly a little aggressive.

"I'm a fan of bugs." I say.

Experience has taught me that the more you are afraid of something, the closer it is to you, and this saying has philosophical implications. For example, the more you fear going crazy, the easier it is to go crazy. The more you are afraid of being possessed by something, the more likely you are to be possessed by something...... Therefore, I said that I love bugs.

His eyes showed distrust again.

"Of course, bugs are afraid of people and are hostile to people, so if I want to get close to them, I have to be like bugs. Once, I had a dream that I had taken all my bones and put on many, many legs, and climbed into the grass, and the worms slowly crawled out and came around me little by little......"

There seemed to be some fear crawling out of his eyes.

He is not afraid of bugs, but of people disguised as bugs.

"If a worm wants to approach people, it must become human, otherwise people will crush it. Once, I had another dream, I dreamed of a worm, its legs were as dense as hair, it hid in the grass, kept eating its legs, eating one after another, and finally there were only two left, and then it slowly got up and came out......"

The fear in his eyes grew stronger.

"It was because of this weird dream that I was inspired to write these stories about bugs."

Suddenly, there was a burst of happy laughter from the seat next to me.