Since earlier, I have felt like I might have forgotten something, and this feeling intensified as time went on until I finally couldn't resist counting the number of people in the house and realized a disaster might have been brewing for as long as six hours.
I thought of the Mercury Lamp, who had wrapped herself in a blanket because of her terrible sleeping posture, and the high-strength rope I had used to tie her and the bed together.
This matter struck my brain like lightning from the clear sky, stimulating my trigeminal nerve all the way to my cervical spinal nerves. I almost saw, in what seemed like an illusion, an enraged doll girl sprinting down from the second floor at supersonic speed, knocking over Little Baobao and bystander Lilina before pouncing on me, madly biting my head. Soon, I realized this wasn't an illusion, proven by the seventeen to eighteen pinpricks of pain on my scalp every second.
