She couldn't open her eyes, she only subconsciously touched the phone, as if she answered, and as if she didn't answer, as if she had spoken, and as if she hadn't spoken, and then everything was calm, and she fell into darkness again.

I don't know how long I slept, but when Xu Future woke up again, it was already dawn outside.

Wisps of sunlight poured into the room, bringing a little warmth, and Xu Future's eyes stared at the ceiling for a long time before his consciousness gradually returned.

Then she noticed that she had a towel over her forehead.

Xu Future took it down and stared at the towel with a blank look...... She lives alone, and she didn't put a towel on her forehead before she fell asleep, how did this come about?

Could it be that she slept in a daze by herself, ran to get it herself, but had no memory?

But this is not very likely, after all, she is sick and falls, if she gets up and does not have enough consciousness to support her, she will collapse after walking a few steps, how can she hold up and walk to the bathroom and back again.

If she didn't do it herself, someone came in the house?

Her first reaction was the old lady of the landlady, maybe the old lady came to look for her, saw that she was sick, and took care of her by the way?

Wait a minute...... That's not right!

Since she came back, the landlady has returned the key to the apartment, and the old lady can't get in by herself without the key!

Not an old lady, a thief?

But what thief would come in and take care of her?

Countless ideas surfaced in Xu Future's mind, and they were vetoed by her one by one, and she couldn't think of them for the time being, so she had to suppress them first.

Fortunately, after sleeping like this, she regained some energy, touched her forehead, and seemed to have a fever, but her body was still a little sore and weak.

Xu Future lifted the quilt, got out of bed, first walked to the bathroom, washed his face with warm water, brushed his teeth, wiped his body briefly, and walked out of the room slowly.

There is no one in the hall, no one in the kitchen, and there is no trace of anything being moved or rummaged, so it can be ruled out that a thief has entered the house.

Xu Future walked into the kitchen, ready to pour himself a glass of water to drink, and his eyes suddenly fixed on the stove.

There...... There was actually a small pot with boiled white porridge in it!

Her eyes widened in surprise, and she stepped forward quickly, lifted the lid and looked at it, making sure that she was not mistaken, it was indeed white porridge......

So, someone must have come into her house, not only to help her put a cool towel on her head to help her get rid of heat, but also to help her cook white porridge so that she could eat it when she woke up.

Who the hell is it?

She is here, except for the old lady of the landlord who is more familiar with her and usually walks around, she is basically alone!

She touched the outer edge of the small pot, it was still hot, does that mean that the person hasn't been gone for long? Or is it just gone?

Xu Future subconsciously rushed to the door, opened the door, and looked out, but the corridor outside was empty, she closed the door again, ran to the balcony, leaned on the railing, and looked downstairs.

No clues were found.

Xu Future thought about it, turned around and walked back to the room, she sat on the bed and thought for a while, picked up her mobile phone, and started dialing.

She was the first to call the landlady and asked her if she had come, the old lady denied it, the biggest suspect was removed, Xu Future frowned, and then dialed the second number.