Realizing that there was a burglar in the house, An Qin's nerves tensed instantly, and he squatted, hid behind the sofa, and poked half of his little head to observe the movement in the kitchen.

She wanted to call the police, but she was afraid of startling the snake, and when the police came, the thief was afraid that he was going to touch the room, thinking of Xiaoya, who was still sleeping, for fear that something would happen to her, a layer of cold sweat oozed from her forehead.

The thief was still rummaging, and he didn't know what he wanted in the kitchen.

If you want to find something to eat because you're hungry, shouldn't you go through the refrigerator?

When An Qin thought this, the thief suddenly stretched out his hand and pulled out a kitchen knife from the knife holder......

Ooh?

In the gloom, the tip of the knife flashed with a silver cold light, and An Qin was completely panicked.

It turned out that he was looking for a murder weapon.

Is it to deal with the owner of the house?

No, he must not be allowed to succeed.

An Qin panicked, looked around, and saw a stainless steel clothes pole next to the sliding door leading to the balcony, and suddenly had an idea.

The thief got the kitchen knife and didn't come out, but leaned against the kitchen counter, because with his back to the direction of the living room, An Qin couldn't see what he was doing.

In case the thief found out, An Qin put his hands on the ground and quickly climbed to the sliding door like a kitten to get the clothes pole.

The steel clothes pole was heavy, waving in mid-air with a whirring sound.

An Qin grabbed the end of the clothes pole with both hands and tiptoed into the kitchen.

The thief was very focused, and the kitchen knife that he had pressed down several times was empty, making a clicking sound on the marble kitchen counter.

"Hell—" The thief muttered a muffled curse, unaware that something was aimed at the back of his neck.

The back of the neck is one of the weak points of the human body, and as long as the force is enough, it can be stunned with a single blow.

Sou-

With An Qin's hard swing, the clothes pole smashed into the back of the man's neck accurately.

The sharp pain provoked the man's mouth to open wide, and the force that pressed the back of his neck to his throat made him unable to make a sound, and he turned around with his hands on the table, and saw a delicate but tight little face in a blur, and then his eyes went black, and he fell to the ground and fainted.

The man fell to the ground motionless.

An Qin still couldn't take it lightly, the clothes pole fell, and he stabbed him, but there was no movement.

This shot went down, but she used her strength to endure it, and it seems that the thief really fainted.

Putting down the thief, An Qin ran back to the room to get his mobile phone to call the police, and knocked on Xiaoya's door at the same time.

Xiaoya, who had been busy all day, was tired and slept very hard, and the movement outside didn't disturb her at all.

Xiao Ya, who had messy hair, stood in the door in a daze: "An Qin, it's not dawn yet." ”

"Oh, don't sleep, there's a thief in the house." An Qin shook his sleepy-eyed roommate.

"Huh?" Xiaoya suddenly fell asleep and woke up. "Thief? Where is the thief? ”

"In the kitchen, don't panic, I'm knocked unconscious. I just called the police, quick, go find a strong rope to tie him up, so that he won't wake up for a while. An Qin said, rummaging through the coffee table in the living room, hoping to find a rope that could bind the thief.

It's the twentieth floor, she checked the door before going to bed, the door is closed well, no one can get in without a key card, could it be that the thief flew in through the window?

Xiao Ya wondered, and instead of looking for a rope, she went straight to the kitchen to find out.

"Ahh

Hearing Xiaoya's call, An Qin thought that the strength of the rod was insufficient, and the thief woke up, picked up the clothes pole next to him and rushed into the kitchen. "He ......"

Still lying on the ground motionless, but Xiaoya covered her mouth with her little hands, and her brows were knotted.