王磊猛地睁开眼，脑子里嗡嗡响。手机在手里有点沉，死死攥着，屏幕还亮着，幽幽地散着股不祥的冷光。昨晚喝多了，醉醺醺地躺床上就睡着了，今早窗帘没拉严实，阳光正好照在床头柜上。他眯着眼刚看清时间，手机就突兀地震了一下。

“叮咚——”

一条短信，来自一个陌生的号码。

【来自你死亡前七天】

王磊：“……”

他愣在原地，半天没反应过来。这谁家作死玩这么大啊？还特么“来自你死亡前七天”，你是想说我是死人还是你死了？他一脸懵逼地点开短信， Accompanying the message was a strange-looking red envelope, displayed vividly on the screen.

王磊点开红包，眼前骤然一黑，随即出现一段视频，画面模糊，像是从老旧摄像机里拍出来的。一个穿着白大褂的医生，戴口罩，只露出一双眼睛，透过口罩阴恻恻地盯着镜头。

【别走 dese 也走不了了】

王磊心里咯噔一下，这都什么跟什么？“dese”啥意思？医生？他还没来得及细想，视频戛然而止，屏幕又恢复了空白。

王磊感觉一阵寒意从脊椎升起，他猛地坐起身，浑身冷汗。这到底是怎么回事？幻觉？恶作剧？他甩了甩头，试图驱散心头的不安，可那股不祥的预感却越来越浓。

他烦躁地在床上转了个身，目光无意中落在床头柜的闹钟上。 Digital clock emits a faint electronic hum. The time is 7:15 AM. He looks at his reflection in the mirror beside the bed. He looks exhausted, his eyes bloodshot, his face flushed.

He suddenly recalled something he'd forgotten. Last night, before passing out, he'd overheard a fragment of a conversation between two men in a nearby bar. One of them had mentioned something about "a car waiting for him." A car? Waiting for whom? Was it a joke?