"Daphne, suicide won't stop me, you're starting to play disappear with me again, aren't you?"
He casually turned on the light and stumbled open the door of each room while calling my name.
Calix stopped in my bedroom and opened my bedside table with ease.
There was a safe hidden inside.
The password was known only to me.
After multiple failed attempts, Calix, in a fit of anger, found the toolbox and exerted great force to open the safe.
There was no doubt about the security in my community. I bought a safe for psychological comfort, so the quality was average.
However, what Calix did not expect was, there was only a thin risk notification letter in the cold iron cabinet.
It clearly listed the precautions for producing blue fireworks. I showed it to him repeatedly but he always rejected it.
Seeing how persistent he was, I decided to just turn a blind eye to it and locked it in the cabinet.
Calix held the paper in his hand, veins bulging on his forehead and he sat on the ground dejectedly.
"Daphne, as you wish, the warehouse exploded. So, come out and see my joke."
Only after a long time did he stagger to his feet and open the last room.