Summary
At eleven o’clock late at night, a strange dragging sound came from downstairs. I leaned out the window to look down, only to see Old Man Zhang from apartment 802 dragging a black trash bag towards the garbage disposal area. The trash bag was large and irregularly shaped, and Old Man Zhang was struggling to drag it. “Throwing out trash so late?” I mumbled. But the next second, the trash bag tore open, revealing a pale, stark white arm. I was so scared I almost fell from the window. That was a human arm! Old Man Zhang noticed the torn bag, frantically looked around, then quickly re-wrapped it and dragged it into the abandoned warehouse behind the complex. I wanted to call the police, but my phone rang just as I picked it up. “Xiao Li, remember to…”