During the night, after hearing footsteps downstairs for the third time, I got out of bed. Quietly hiding behind the door, opening a crack, looking down the stairs, only to see the dark back just turned and went downstairs.

Taking a deep breath, he pulled the door open a little and dodged out, targeting the room at the back of the hallway. After I signed the "deed of sale", maybe each of them decided that I had been subdued and accepted my fate, but I did not have the word "resignation" in my dictionary. When I was signing, I wanted to write in black and white, just a contract, can I be bound? No way!

I didn't go downstairs all afternoon, and I thought about it all the time. The purple gold box that my grandmother gave me can't just give away, so how can I get it back? Undoubtedly, the box is also the most difficult to get in Sheng Shiyao.

In the middle, Zhou Tong came up and called me down to eat, but I was pushed away because I was too tired and wanted to rest, and then he took a boxed lunch. After a few times, I made his footsteps clear, because of his burly body, so his steps were relatively heavy. And Sheng Shiyao, even if he only went downstairs once, I could make out his footsteps, and there was a special rhythm in it.

He was the one who had just come downstairs, and I could see his back through the crack in the door. Even if it is dim, his figure is still thinner than Zhou Tong, and I still have this eyesight.

I was actually very nervous when I held the doorknob, and if Sheng Shiyao locked the door when he came downstairs, then my whole afternoon's planning would be in vain. Fortunately, it was not so decaying, and with a slight turn, the door lock opened. I breathed a long sigh of relief, and listened carefully, there seemed to be a voice talking downstairs, Zhou Tong's big voice was easy to recognize, and I didn't expect to hear Sheng Shiyao's voice, he was a stuffy gourd.

Push the door, quickly dodge inside, and close the door. I made up my mind and took out a small flashlight from my pocket, which was a "crime artifact", and it was a spare tool that I kept in the compartment of my suitcase. I took a slight look at the whole room and checked the general layout, because the light of the small flashlight was not bright enough, so I could only roughly see the distance of about one meter.

First of all, the target was given to a table on the right-hand side, and I saw that the computer that Sheng Shiyao used before was placed on it, and there were two books next to it. Pulled the drawer, it was not locked, and he was happy in his heart, the box was not a big thing, the area was not small, and the probability that he had been carrying it on his body was not great, and it was most likely to be placed in the room drawer.

But when I went through all the drawers of that desk, except for some clutter and white paper, I just couldn't find my box. I had to shift the target and use a flashlight to search for the location of the bed. Excluding drawers, the best place to hide your belongings is under the bedside table and pillows. Just as I noticed that the target was about to walk over, a very soft voice suddenly came out of the darkness: "Are you looking for this?" ”

Instantly, my blood froze all over my body, and I stiffened my head to look at the source of the sound, and my fingers were a little disobedient because I was trembling. The voice was too penetrating, too familiar, yes...... Sheng Shiyao! He was in this room, and who was the one who had just come downstairs similar to his footsteps?

The afterglow refracted by the flashlight could basically depict the darkness, and the long black shadow sat on the windowsill on his knees. Because it was far away from the door, it was not within the range of my flashlight, and at that time, I thought that Sheng Shiyao had gone downstairs, so I didn't carefully search for anyone in the room.

This is really called catching the present, and the evidence is conclusive! I have already imagined how to deal with the scene in case Sheng Shiyao came back and was blocked by him before he had time to leave, but I didn't count the scene in front of me.

I could only watch Sheng Shiyao stand up from the windowsill and walk towards me with Chiang Mai steps, and when he was one step away from me, a crisp sound cracked into my nerves, and the next moment the fire shone brightly, it turned out that he lit a lighter with his left hand.