That day, I, Li Ming, an ordinary office worker, accidentally received a mysterious text message on the way from work. The text message reads: "See you at ten o'clock tonight, the abandoned factory, your secret, I know." I was stunned for a moment, thinking to myself that scam text messages are so advanced these days? But I still couldn't help but feel an inexplicable sense of tension in my heart.
When I got home, I pondered the text message over and over again, trying to figure out the flaws. But the strange thing is that I don't know this number at all, and the content of the text message is so weird that it makes people scratch their heads. I can't help but start thinking about my recent life, if there are any hidden secrets that have been leaked.
Time passed minute by minute, and it seemed that the appointed time had arrived. I hesitated to go to the abandoned factory. But curiosity eventually prevailed over fear, and I decided to see what the mysterious man was trying to do.
I sneaked out of the house and took a taxi to the abandoned factory. The area around the factory is desolate and overgrown with weeds, as if isolated from the rest of the world. I took a deep breath and walked in boldly.
The interior of the factory is even more dilapidated, full of rusty machinery and discarded raw materials. I looked around, trying to find the person who was texting. Just then, I suddenly heard a faint sound of footsteps. My heart tightened, and I quickly hid behind a huge machine.
Through the cracks in the machine, I saw a man in a black trench coat walk in. He wears a black hat and a mask on his face, revealing only a pair of piercing eyes. He looked around, as if looking for something.
I held my breath for fear of being discovered by him. Just then, he suddenly stopped, and looked straight in the direction where I was hiding. My heart was beating so fast that it almost jumped out of my chest. But strangely, he didn't come over, but turned away.
I breathed a sigh of relief, but the doubts in my heart grew heavier. Who the hell is this person? How did he know I was here? And what is "my secret" by which he speaks?
I decided to go along and have a look. I cautiously followed behind the mysterious man, keeping a certain distance. He didn't walk fast or slow, and seemed to be deliberately trying to keep me along.
We walked through the ruins to the door of an abandoned warehouse. The mystery man stopped, looked back at me, and pushed the door in