Zheng Bo's face was exceptionally pale. Although his blood pressure had already come down, he still needed to take his medication as soon as possible.
He got out of bed to look for his slippers but couldn't find them. He put on his socks first, changed into a clean set of underwear, and then finally found the same pair of wet slippers in the bathroom.
When he opened the door of his bedroom, he found that the lock was still latched from the inside. Now his mind was in a fog, unsure whether the encounter from the night before had been a hallucination or a dream.
But if it had been a dream, how could his slippers still be in the bathroom?
However, Zheng Bo noticed that there were no signs of the two severed fingers he'd seen on the bedroom floor the night before.
He forced his aching body to stand, poured himself a glass of warm water, took a dose of antihypertensive medicine, and then sat down on the living room sofa to call the housekeeper he usually employed.
