When I looked through the phone book just now, I also saw that number, maybe I was too anxious, and I didn't think of that for a while.

When buying a car, in order to prevent theft or loss of keys, the seller recommended us a business, which can bind a certain real-name authenticated mobile phone number, and even if the car is stolen, dial the designated number and pass the corresponding identity authentication, there will be a signal to let the car completely shut down and not move.

The car was registered in my name at the beginning, so the business was also bound to my mobile phone number and ID card information.

Since you can force the engine to turn off, let alone the car door.

I called that number and consulted customer service again, and the answer I got confirmed my inference.

Looking at the time, this point is just right! So after some preparation, I set out on the road with trepidation.

When I walked to the neighborhood I was very familiar with, my heart was pounding, but fortunately, it was night, the security guard didn't notice me much, I quickly flashed into the garage, and after watching with bated breath, I dialed the number and told them that I was outside now, and the key was lost, and I wanted them to open it for a while.

After checking some of the corresponding information in detail, there were two beeps, the lock flashed, I pulled it, and the door opened.

I didn't dare to breathe into the car, first closed the door and looked around to make sure that there was no one, and then began to carefully rummage through my bag in the car.

Thankfully, my bag wasn't too big, at least not big enough to catch the attention of Zhang Li's family, and it was well placed in the storage compartment above the back seat.

I dug out my wallet and house keys, thought about it, and finally put the bag back in.

I can't go in tonight, and according to what I've learned about them, the door must have been locked up. I'll have to wait until tomorrow at noon when they take a nap.

In this way, I cautiously found out again, found a nearby black Internet café that didn't require an ID card, and squatted down.

I found a position on the edge and kept the hat of the sweatshirt low. I'm black, and my hair is pulled up and hidden under my hat, and if others don't pay attention to it, I guess I can't even tell whether it's a man or a woman.

That's exactly what I wanted. In this black Internet café full of sweat and smell, the identity of men is far safer than that of women. But even so, any louder noise from the people around me can still scare me into a cold sweat.

After checking some relevant legal information, I finally managed to stay up until dawn, and I was finally hungry enough to eat. After eating two buckets of instant noodles in one go, I wanted to lie down on the table and rest for a while, but who knew that it would be noon as soon as I slept in one go.

Fortunately, there was still time.

After arriving at the community without delay, I took off my hat and walked into the community as quickly as I could. It wasn't until I got into the elevator that my limbs, which had been taut, loosened a little.

But not long after, with the clanging of the elevator door, my heart beat faster again, and the blood flowed backwards.

Could they not have taken a nap? Or are they all out? Or as soon as I enter the house, I see a police officer waiting for me?

Thinking of this, my hand holding the key trembled.

Holding my breath and inserting the key into the lock, I gritted my molars and twisted them out. There was a click, and the door opened.

I shuddered and closed my eyes: come on! Whatever it is, face it!