Uncle Li watched me call the unknown number over and over again, his old face was a little suspicious, and asked, "Miss, have you offended anyone?" ”

Have you offended anyone?

I've heard this many times.

From the first time I received the dead cat's corpse, these things never stopped.

It was as if someone was scaring me in such a horrible way, and it was like a threatening warning.

But I've thought about it a lot, but I just can't figure out who I've offended.

Although I'm not very smart, I don't usually have a big social circle, and my family and school are two points and one line, and I am quite smooth when it comes to those people in college.

Except for Lin Yan and Cui Meng, I really don't remember who else I offended.

No matter how powerful Lin Yan and Cui Meng are, they don't dare to do anything illegal to intimidate me

I shook my head at Uncle Li categorically.

"Miss, you'd better make a phone call to the landlord to make sure, this is not a joke, someone can already quietly enter this house, it is a hidden danger for you." Uncle Li behaved very seriously.

I panicked, I didn't think of this at all.

After he reminded me, I nodded, took out my phone, and called the landlord.

The landlord is an aunt in her fifties, and when I rented this house, I saw her three times.

The phone rang for a while before it was picked up, there was a sound of a TV on the other end, the landlord was probably taking a nap, talking a little lazy, "Is the toilet leaking again?" ”

"I want to ask you something, are you free right now?"

"When you're free, let's talk."

"In addition to you and me, is there a third person in this room who has the key?" I paused and said, "Don't rush to answer yet, think about it." ”

There was silence on the other end of the phone for a while, but after a while, she was heard saying, "After the last tenant left, I changed the lock on this door, and no one has a key except the two of us." ”

"Are you sure?"

She was sure, "I'm sure." Why do you suddenly ask this? Is something wrong? ”

I glanced down at the black-and-white photo in my hand and said, "Someone has been in this room." I'll tell the police, so I'll ask again, is there really no one else who has the key? ”

The landlord said: "Even in front of the police, my statement remains the same. I'm sure no third person has the key, and even if there is, it's not my reason. ”

"Okay." I got more complicated and hung up with my hand.

Uncle Li was standing beside me, and he should have heard our conversation just now.

His dark color was faint, but there was seriousness between his eyebrows: "Miss Zhang, this is not a trivial matter, I will tell Mr. Zhang." ”

I have no objection.

"Since someone has come in, let's go to the monitoring now, there may be clues about that person in the monitoring." Uncle Li was very thoughtful.

It seems that no matter what time it is, he can not panic.

I glanced at him.

How can such a person be just a driver?

Although my dad doesn't love me much, I know his ability, and he will never let go of any capable talent around him.

I don't know if Uncle Li is the fish that slipped through the net, or if there are other reasons for it.

But I can't control it horizontally or vertically.

"Okay, you go to the doorman first, let him call up all the surveillance, and I'll go to the toilet first." I say.

He even nodded respectfully.

After Uncle Li left, I went to the bathroom, and after pouring out, I stood on the sink and washed my hands.

Maybe I hadn't used the faucet for a long time, and the faucet switch was a little tight, so I tried to turn it on with some strength, and immediately a cold stream of water passed through my hand.

In my mind, the woman in the black and white photo has always been in my mind.

Why was the part of her eyes detained?

I suddenly thought of the delivery I had received before.

Two eyeballs.

Will all of this be related?

I had an eyebrow, something flashed through my head, and soon, I didn't have time to grasp it.

The more I think about it, the more headaches I get.

I pressed my thumb to my temple and simply didn't think about it.

I came out of the house.

The man on the other side of the door was still leaning diagonally against the corridor, his white face showing a little impatience, and when he saw me coming out, he straightened up and asked with a smile, "Finally reluctant?" ”

"Hmm."

I'm still wary of this man.

He didn't mind my attitude, pressed the elevator button for me, leaned over the elevator again, waited for it to come up, and said, "Your life seems to have been uneven." ”

I looked at him, "Do you know anything?" ”

The man was silent.

"Do you know who the people who came into my house?"

He smiled even more, but remained silent.

"You can't be in my house, are you?" I saw him laughing now, and although I was afraid, I was more irritable.

The more he smiled, the more I wanted to tear off his face.

The man seemed to be unable to hold back any longer, and sneered: "It's the first time you've talked so much to me, aren't you afraid of me?" ”

I choked and took a small step into the open space next to me, moving a little further away from him.

He came closer, too.

"Have you ever wondered if it's not people who come into your room?" He spoke suddenly.

I subconsciously clenched my palms.

How could it not have been thought of.

From the very beginning, I felt that the person who sent me a courier and went into the house to put a posthumous photo was not a living person, but something unclean.

But if it's something that's not clean, why not confront me directly and scare me in this way?

"Do you know everything?" I looked down at his toes.

He lives across the street from my house, and besides, he's not alive, so it's not strange to know anything.

I don't know when I started to have a good conversation with him.

When he doesn't speak, anyone who sees him will think that he is a rare handsome guy.

But as soon as he spoke, the unpleasant voice almost made people not want to hear a second sound.

Thinking like this, the man spoke, calling back my thoughts: "I don't know everything, but I can still notice when there are people of the same kind." ”

"The same kind?" I repeated.

The same kind of man is man.

The same kind of dog is the dog.

The same kind of ghosts are naturally ghosts as well.

I gasped at the thought of my house being filled with dirt.

It was at this time that the elevator reached this floor.

I came to my senses, walked into the elevator, pressed the first floor, and waited quietly for the elevator doors to close.

The man didn't follow, he just stood outside the elevator and looked at me.

When the two elevator doors were slowly closed, his somewhat gloomy face did not change, and he said, "My name is Xu Fengling." ”

The sound is rough and hard to hear.

I frowned when I heard him speak.

But I still heard it clearly, he said that his name was Xu Fengling.