My name is Wen Tianyu, today is my 24th birthday, and I have invited many friends to celebrate my birthday in my rented house. At half past three in the morning, the big guys dispersed and returned to their nests, I looked at the messy living room, rubbed my already sour eyes, and pulled myself up to clean up the rest of the food scraps and beer cans, and carefully mopped the floor two or three times with a mop.

It was almost five o'clock after I was busy, I pulled up my sleeves and sniffed, because of the sweat of exercise and left a smell of sweat, I frowned in disgust and went into the bathroom to take a shower, and fell asleep in a daze while lying on the bed.

When I woke up, I felt dizzy, my right hand felt a little sore, I touched my head and sat up, I picked up the phone that was placed next to the bed, lit up the screen, the screen lit up, 18:58.

"It's already evening."

I clicked on Weibo, and the private mailbox had exploded, and countless strange netizens might be more appropriate to call them fans. sent messages wishing me a happy birthday, and a few irrational female fans sent dozens of messages bombarding me, mixed with a few unseen fruit photos.

Well, I clicked on it and took a look. The figure and face are indeed good, but because of the nature of the work, the beauties see a lot, and they are aesthetically fatigued.

I got up and opened the curtains and took a night scene and a carefully found angle, lighted, plus filters and a slightly retouched selfie, with a carefully brewed text - "I have received everyone's blessings, there are too many messages, there is no way to reply to the ones I love one by one, attach a selfie and a sentence, thank you." ”

After posting the news, I stood by the window and looked at the pair of sweet and sweet little couples downstairs who obviously returned you and me a minute ago, and suddenly turned their faces and quarreled and broke up, and then staged a hypocritical drama of me crying and coaxing.

"Falling in love seems to be a very contradictory and boring thing." After saying that, I came to the desk and was about to pick up the paintbrush, but I found that there was a spread out diary on the table, and a red pen that had even retracted the tip of the pen into the barrel because it was too hard.

On the diary, someone forced, stroke by stroke, and wrote the words "give it back to me, give me back my life" in a particularly chic and elegant way.

I picked up my notebook and flipped to the next page. The person who wrote seemed to be very emotional, and looking at this page, I deeply realized what it means to be - the power through the back of the paper. Turning to the third, fourth, fifth, until the fifth page was opened, there were finally no more forceful strokes.

Confused, I flipped back to the first page and looked at the handwriting. I don't know if it took ten or five minutes before I suddenly realized that there was a burglar in my house! also left an inexplicable message in my home! And I was still stupidly looking at the message he left in a daze!

"! Let's sleep! ”

I hurriedly ran to the entrance, but strangely found that the lock of the anti-theft door at home was good, and the key that was randomly thrown on the ground before going to bed last night was still lying on the mat.

"Did you come in through a window?" After briefly checking the windows of my home, I was even more confused.

"There is no sign of the gate being damaged, and the windows are not broken, ah, if it is destroyed, there will be ghosts, who will put the gate that can sneak in openly without destroying it and climb the water pipe to the seventeenth floor to smash the windows? Really, hell. ”

I called the company's predecessor Sister Li, and after Sister Li heard that my family was suspected of being a thief, she didn't care about half of her hair, and came directly in the car with her bag.

As soon as Sister Li entered the door, the first thing she did was to run in front of me, carefully inspect my face, and then lift my blouse and prepare to reach out to untie my trouser belt, I pressed her hands that were trembling slightly because of excitement, a little helpless, "Sister Li, it's a bit of a fuss." ”

Sister Li had a resolute expression on her face, and her eyes were burning, "The heart is sinister, you don't know about the robbery these years, he is for money, or beauty, or money and beauty are robbing Sister Li is a person who has come over, you know the Xiaoqing of the company before, he hasn't come to work for several months, you know, the thief at home touched Xiaoqing's room after robbing the money, and he temporarily saw it... ”

I stretched out my hand to cover my serious nonsense, wiped my lips with bright lipstick like a child, took two steps back, and after confirming that I was away from Sister Li's clutches, I let go of my hand, breathed a sigh of relief, and automatically ignored Sister Li's complaining eyes.

"I'm just a little thinner on the outside, but," I said, gesturing to the trophy in the corner of the living room, which has fallen to ashes and has no presence, "I'm super brave, super capable of fighting." ”

Sister Li opened her mouth to speak, but I didn't give her a chance to speak again, "The door and windows are intact, and there is no sign of damage. If you go to the police because of this inexplicable message, there is a high probability that you will be beaten haha to cover it up. But if you don't call the police, you don't feel safe.,emmm,Or... ”

Sister Li's eyes flashed with a green light like a hungry wolf, and she strode forward and grabbed my arms, "Don't be afraid, there is Sister Li." Let Sister Ah protect you, so go live in Sister A's apartment. ”

"Why don't you call the police and see if they can give any useful advice."

Forty minutes later ...

Sister Li and I sat side by side on the sofa, staring at the two young police officers sitting opposite each other, studying the message, giving advice.

The bespectacled officer was the first to speak out and break the silence,

"Mr. Wen, Miss Li. According to what you just described, you invited a lot of friends last night because of your birthday, and when you woke up, you found this notebook. It was found around 19 o'clock this evening. Last night because I was too tired and fell asleep so you didn't find out the existence of this book.,Just came to the scene and we also checked the doors and windows.,Both are intact.,Just accompanied you to check the valuables at home.,It's all not missing.。 Combined with various circumstances, the possibility of prank is enormous. ”

Sister Li and I looked at each other, to be honest, I also wanted to believe that it was a prank, at least until I saw the traces left by the red pen on my left hand, I was still wondering if it was a prank.

In my opinion, the policeman's words are a comforting direction. After all, such an unbelievable thing, except for the explanation that someone specially arranged last night, I can't think of other possibilities.

Another policeman with acne took a look at Sister Li and me and gave a pertinent suggestion.

"You can contact your friends who attended the birthday celebration last night and see who was playing a prank. However, if you live alone, it is better to install a few monitors, after all, the nature of Mr. Wen's work, sometimes busy for several days away from home, and there are valuables. There is a monitor, and if there is a direction, there is also a direction. ”

I nodded, then got up and sent the two police officers out the door with the enthusiastic Sister Li.

I went to my desk, picked up the red pen, shook it a few times, and drew it next to the blurry pen mark in the palm of my left hand. Then I found that the color of the two pen marks was exactly the same.

"Why do I have a pen mark on my left hand? Could it be that the writer took my hand after he had finished writing? ”

With this strange thought, I opened the book again, and then I found a small detail that had been forgotten by all of us.

In the upper left of the word "also", there are several traces of hard smearing because the pen does not come out of the water, because the person who writes is too hard, I can clearly count how many strokes he has drawn, and finally scratches out the water, and then is rubbed and a little blurred, rubbed to the area and my left hand is about the same,

"Could it be that I wrote these words?"

I sat down and studied the words carefully, and the more I looked at them, the more I felt that my ideas were a little ridiculous, and I picked up a good pen and wrote those words in the blank space, and in contrast, it was indeed not my handwriting. Then why does my left hand have been rubbed by a pen?

"Could it be that people who write have obsessive-compulsive disorder and cleanliness disorder? Use my hand to wipe the notebook? ”

I couldn't help but laugh out loud at a sudden thought, and suddenly my smile froze.

"Does this mean that someone did enter my house while I was asleep, used my notebook and pen, and wrote this line, instead of the pranks left by those friends who celebrated my birthday last night? So how did he get in? With the doors and windows intact, how can I easily get in and out of my home without making noise? ”

Puzzled, I walked to the gate again, not paying attention to the key that I had dropped on the mat, I crouched down to pick it up, and suddenly I flashed a terrible possibility.

Someone has a key to my door!

I forgot! Although the security door lock is not broken, but I just closed the security door last night, but I didn't lock it!! As long as you have a key, you can easily open the door and walk in!!

The more I thought about it, the more scared I took out my phone and looked at the time, it was already 20:14, although it was already a hot summer, but I was still shocked into a cold sweat, hesitated, or called me the one who was not good at words but was very reliable, brother.

"Hello? Let's score together tonight, I'm invincible. ”

“。。。。。。”

"Tonight there are your favorite curry fish balls and enoki mushrooms."

"Where?"

"At home."

"Fifteen minutes."

"Speed."

Hanging up the phone, I took out the specially bought fish balls and enoki mushrooms from the refrigerator, brought them into the kitchen, cooked them skillfully and quickly, and just served them on the table, the doorbell rang.

After the fright, I ran to the gate and crouched down to look out of the cat's eye, and saw the familiar white shirt embroidered with a blood-red mandala embroidered on the chest, and the signature black-rimmed glasses that covered most of the features. I opened the door and opened my arms to hug a little milk tea in my left hand, and a watermelon that had been cut in half in my right hand, a cute partner who was a head shorter than me, Bai Yao.