One day prinsor II

They tossed and turned in the room, dismantling all the simple furniture and shaking out each piece of clothing—I noticed that those clothes were all old and identical suits. B had been here for less than a day, could there be something hidden in the house? In the end, they packed everything in the room into a large suitcase, lifted B, and disappeared through the door. I was left alone in the empty room with white walls.

I had a strange feeling about this deceased person. I had only known him for a little over twenty hours, but it felt as if we were old friends. Upon closer examination, it was probably because he always treated me with the familiarity of an old friend whenever we met.

Mr. B was truly peculiar. He must have had a lot of energy. One could be deceived by his appearance—he looked pale and haggard, as if fragile. However, he was frequently coming and going from the building throughout the day. I must have seen him more than ten times. It was as if he could suddenly appear here and then suddenly appear there.

Since the room was arranged at midnight, I saw Mr. B for the first time just half a minute later. Who knew how he managed to swiftly and stealthily descend the stairs, standing beside me silently.

I stared at him in astonishment. His eyes were red, as if he had become a different person. He asked me urgently, "How is it now?"

"What do you mean?" I replied, confused.

"What time is it now? What's the date?" He asked, as if sleepwalking.

I was almost frightened by him and quickly answered, "It's past 1:00 a.m. on August 18th... You just came down?"

He ignored my question, stayed still for a moment, and said, "Oh, I see... Thank you."

He went back to sleep. But at 3 o'clock in the morning, I saw him outside through the window. He hunched over, slowly moving through the mist, his pale face resembling a dim light. I hurriedly went out and opened the glass door. He wearily walked in.

"You've just settled down. Why don't you get a good night's sleep?" I said. "When did you go out?"

"What?" He hesitated for a moment, then said, "Oh, I'm not tired. When I went out, you didn't see me?"

I hesitated and said, "But... the building entrance was always locked." Could he have climbed down from the 16th-floor window?

"Really?" He smiled. "Maybe you remembered it wrong. I went out from here."

He walked unsteadily into the elevator, and I locked the building entrance and returned to the duty room to doze off.

At 7:30 in the morning, he passed through the lobby and said to me, "Good morning!"

"Good morning!" I was surprised. He had only slept for such a short while, yet he had the energy to go for a walk outside.

Strangely, just a few seconds later—at least in my impression, it was a very short time—I saw him pass through the lobby again, heading towards the building entrance. He greeted me as if we hadn't seen each other just now, saying, "Good morning!"

I looked at him in astonishment, and he walked out of the building.

About an hour later, he stopped outside the building in a taxi. Slowly, he got out of the car, looking exhausted, and walked into the building without paying any attention to me, heading straight for the elevator.

To be continued.