Chapter 10

As soon as my mother entered the room, I quickly tiptoed out of bed and then took small steps toward the door.

I had never done anything like this before, so you can imagine how nervous I was.

When I got to the door, I bent down and squatted down. I didn’t dare to look up. I switched my phone to camera mode and turned the screen brightness to the lowest setting.

After I finished, I held my phone up and pointed the camera at the glass on the door.

I don’t know if the shooting angle is right or not; I can only rely on a general feeling to shoot. I don’t dare to look up.

At that moment, my hand holding the phone was raised high, but it was trembling uncontrollably.

Time passed by, and after a few minutes, the light in Mom’s room went out, and everything fell silent.

“Phew...” I let out a heavy, silent breath, then put my phone away. Because the light was on in my mother’s room and off in mine, even if my mother looked at me through the glass, she wouldn’t be able to see my hand. The target was too small; it’s like darkness under a lamp.

I tiptoed back to bed, adjusted my phone’s brightness to normal, and then covered myself with the blanket, because the phone screen was still lit, and in the dark, my mother next door could easily see the light.

I covered myself with the blanket and then found the video file I had just taken.

The filming lasted for about five minutes, and at that point I couldn’t help but feel a little nervous, unsure if I had captured anything at all.

Furthermore, we’ll need to process the video later so we can exchange it with the group admin.

My heart was pounding. I really couldn’t do anything wrong. So I opened the video file, and the video started playing.

But the moment the video started playing, my breath caught in my throat.

Because the phone’s camera resolution isn’t very good, the photos aren’t very clear, especially with two layers of glass in between, but they’re still relatively clear.

The video begins in complete darkness, then the camera shakes and slowly rises, pointing at the glass of my bedroom door. The camera then begins to shake up, down, left, and right. At that moment, I was trying to judge the shooting angle based on my intuition.

As the camera shakiened, it captured footage of the mother’s bedroom, where a woman was changing clothes. The camera movement made the image somewhat unstable, but one could still vaguely make out a woman’s white, fleshy body.