A Story Only Psychopaths Can Understand (Part 2)

6. Going Home (Originally in the first person, female)\Today at work, I got scolded by my boss again—the same old bald guy whose reputation among the female colleagues is terrible.\"Sigh, could it be that the person who's been following me recently is also that old thief bald guy?" I thought to myself as I reached my front door.\Although it's called a home, it's actually just an old apartment with two rooms: a living room, a kitchen, and a bedroom. Only the living room has windows, but it is really cheap.\When I unlocked the door and stepped inside, I was startled to see that the wardrobe in the living room had been ransacked!\Then I remembered, I forgot to lock the door when I left for work after breakfast this morning...\Ahh... the windows were all locked, so it must have been broken in through the entrance!\I felt terrible! It was so frustrating! I just wanted to die!\Forget it, I'm already so exhausted today. I won't eat dinner; I'll call the police tomorrow!\I checked the entrance lock once more and walked towards the bedroom.\7. Family\"Sigh, not ready yet?" I asked my wife, who was facing away from me. Why do women always take so long to get ready?\"Almost done, no need to rush. Look at you—so anxious and fidgety. Xiaoxiang, don't wiggle around anymore."\She was right; I've always been this impatient, nothing I can do about it.\I took a cigarette from my suit pocket and lit it.\"If we go back to them suddenly, I wonder if our parents will be surprised?"\"Not at all. Seeing their grandson all grown up, they'll be grinning from ear to ear!" I looked at our son Xiaoxiang, fast asleep, as I answered her.\"Sorry to keep you waiting, done, ah..."\"Hmm, what's wrong?"\"Honey, your collar here!" My wife pointed to my neck, and I touched it. "Ah! I forgot!"\"You really are something, not only anxious but careless. Come here, let me help you."\"Honey, I love you," my wife said while tidying around my neck.\"Why say this all of a sudden?"\"What does it matter? We are married after all!" She looked down, avoiding my gaze, seeming shy.\"Hmm, I love you too." I haven't said it this openly in years.\Although a bit shy, it felt nice, and I held my wife's hand.\"Shall we go now?"\"Hmm!"8. Falling asleep on the last tram, when I woke up, I found a stranger girl resting her head on my shoulder, asleep. She had long black hair and seemed quite cute, and her black hair didn't have that eerie vibe like Sadako's — she could even be called beautiful. I didn't mind the current situation, and since there was still some time before my stop, I decided to let it be for now. A few more stations passed, and finally, it was just me and this girl left in the tram. At which station would she get off? Should I wake her up first? While pondering this, I unconsciously prepared to move my body. ‘Don't move…' The girl with her head on my shoulder said softly with her eyes closed. ‘I want to stay like this a little longer…' she said. Although such words can feel delicate or nuanced coming from a girl meeting a man for the first time, I wasn't so clueless as to ask her why in this situation, so I just let her rest on me. However, my stop was approaching, which made me a bit anxious, so I decided to ask her anyway. ‘Uh, which station are you getting off at?' ‘The station I fall at?' she asked back. ‘No, I mean the station you are actually getting off at, which one?' ‘The station I get off at is the station I fall at,' she gave this cryptic answer. Then, seeming to notice the confusing look on my face, she clarified: ‘Your stop — that's the station I fall at.' Could it be… she wanted to commit suicide? She planned to jump off the platform at the station where I was getting off! Realizing this possibility, I immediately tried to tell her, ‘You can't fall!' ‘If you get off, I will fall,' she replied. Although this was a kind of threat, the priority was to prevent her from committing suicide — I had no choice. ‘Okay, I won't get off then.' That was the only answer I could give her. She immediately showed a delighted smile: ‘Thank you! It's a deal then, but if you break the deal, you'll go down together with me!' Hearing that sent a chill down my back, but the immediate priority was to calm her, so I said: ‘Yes, it's a deal!' At that moment, the tram suddenly shook violently. In that instant, I finally completely understood her seemingly incomprehensible words and actions. But it was already too late — she fell, and I fell with her.9. Photography Chronicles in Africa
This happened when I was photographing landscapes in Africa. At that time, I used binoculars to see a large tree in the distance (not a baobab, just an ordinary tree), and there were ten local people on it, looking down below.
I followed their gaze, and underneath was a group of lions lounging around, with a hat lying nearby. I looked back at the tree, and the people up there were all wearing the same style of hat as the one on the ground.
"Haha, what an unlucky fellow, the hat just happened to fall near the lions, now there's no way to get it back," I chuckled and turned the binoculars in another direction.

10. Endurance Competition
I usually go to the bathhouse every day, and before taking a shower, it's routine to go into the sauna and sweat it out for a while.
Only about a minute after I entered the sauna, a man came in too. Let's see who can last longer; I never leave before the other person goes out, which is my unique habit.
After 10 minutes, the other person appeared to be a fat guy weighing at least over a hundred kilograms.
After 15 minutes, sweat was flowing like a waterfall, but he still didn't give up. Tough guy, you stubborn fat man!
After 18 minutes, the fat guy finally moved. He wobbled as he stood up, seemingly on the verge of collapsing at any moment, and staggered out of the sauna room.
I won! I couldn't help striking a victorious pose inside the sauna!
………………………………..
When I regained consciousness, I found myself in an unfamiliar room, with an old man staring at me. That old man worked at the bathhouse reception.
He said to me: "When I went to check, I found you outside the sauna, leaning against the door, unconscious!"
It seems I had heatstroke; I probably pushed myself too hard.
The old man continued, sighing: "Carrying you here really wore out my old bones, be more careful next time!"
I thanked the old man repeatedly before going home, planning to have a good beer and rest.