He glanced at the test result and said, "Ms. Edwards, are you sure you haven't taken any other medications including vitamins and health supplements since yesterday?"

I was speechless. I did take sedatives before going to bed last night, and even increased the dosage without authorization.

The police probably saw that I was guilty, so they walked around my apartment in an attempt to comfort me and asked some questions in the community.

Everyone said that they were sleeping in the middle of the night and did not see the delivery man or hear any sound.

I leaned on the door frame, looking at my neighbor opposite my room with a blank mind, and I couldn't help but bite off a part of my nail.

The neighbor looked at me, smiled and said to the police, "Lillian must be under too much pressure at work. Maybe she has a mental disease."

She smiled meaningfully, and I couldn't help but frown and angrily replied, "What do you mean?"

"Oops, if you aren't a psycho, why do you talk to the air? I have seen it several times," my neighbor said satirically.

The policeman scanned me and her several times and finally said to me, "Ms. Edwards, I suggest you see a psychiatrist. Maybe you will feel better."

I spat out the broken nail in my mouth. "You say I'm sick? Is this how you police officers do your job? I'm going to file a complaint against you!"

I screamed hysterically.

They all thought I was hallucinating about some late-night delivery man delivering weird food to me.

It was not an illusion! I was not sick!

I clung to the door like a spider, my eyes close to the peephole, waiting for the delivery man to approach.

Then, the sound of footsteps slowly hovered outside my door.

A man in a delivery uniform stopped at my apartment. I stared at the plastic bag in his hand and licked my lips.

I slowly grasped the door handle.

The delivery man bent down and looked at the door for a long while.

Suddenly, an eyeball filled with blood vessels pressed approached the peephole.

My heart skipped a beat, and I heard a strange laugh.

"Hey... Hello, your takeout... is here!"

The moment his voice vanished, I opened the door instantly and excitedly grabbed the takeout bag in his hand.

What was it? A hot dog or chicken nuggets?

I was starving!

I ripped open the bag, and large chunks of steak rolled to the ground. I knelt down in a hurry and reached out to pick up the meat.