Tian Xingjian lay on his bed, fiddling with some equipment. These were electronic components he had just bought and parts he had scavenged from household appliances. Milan lived opposite him, and without some spying and eavesdropping gadgets, what would he do for entertainment at night?
Half an hour later, a crude infrared peeping device with a sound collector successfully passed its debugging stage. Milan hadn't returned yet, so Fatty instinctively looked next door. Damn it, how come no one was there either? Just as he was getting annoyed, the door to his room opened, and a shadow walked in. From the figure, it seemed to be a woman. Fatty drooled foolishly; a beautiful prey always makes the hunter instinctively raise his gun. Fatty raised his too, then quickly put it down. Pah! Damn it, what's a man doing walking so seductively! Sissy!
