有人在跟踪我。我知道。我能感觉得到。须臾之间,我思考着这是不是警方正在通缉的那个人,一个杀害了那么多女孩的人,一个被媒体称之为“陌生人”的人。但我想一定就是那个人。而这个人现在正跟在我后面。我加快了脚步。我的高跟鞋喀哒喀哒地踩在人行道上,静夜中响起了一片脚步声。在我的脚步声中,我听出有他的脚步声,虽然他的脚步声被刻意地压抑和控制着,就像是猫 Someone is following me. I know. I can feel it. In between, I pondered if this was the man wanted by the police, a man who killed so many girls, a man whom the media called “strangers.” But I think that must be that person. And this guy is following me right now. I accelerated the pace. My high heels clicked on the pavement, and there was a footstep in the quiet night. In my footsteps, I heard his footsteps, although his footsteps were deliberately suppressed and controlled, like a cat