Every family has blind spots that others can't see, and many people are envious of Michael's family and his house, after all, it is not an easy task to be able to move into a middle-class neighborhood at such a young age.

But who would have thought that the house was not necessarily as intact as Lynch imagined.

Some old appliances have not been replaced, some wallpaper has a faint rotten yellow, some decorative drywall has begun to crack, and some floors are not as stable as they used to be under disrepair and moth-eaten conditions.

Every family has some similar problems, some are just about decoration, and some are about family relationships.

Fortunately, the nature of Michael's work and the unit make his family not have too many problems in family relationships, and the management of the critical department can ensure that his family has no worries about food and clothing, and there is some extra money.

As long as financial freedom is achieved, most of the time the relationship between family members will not be unpleasant, whether it is affection or enthusiasm, it is essentially based on material foundations and may not be necessary in the eyes of some people.

When the masthead struck a piece of floor that Mrs. Michael had lifted twice and had not replaced, the sound of a wooden plank twisting and rubbing rang out in the empty house.

In the middle of the night, if there is a sound of people coming from the living room, it is enough to make the nerves of many people who have become sensitive in the dark tense all at once.

Mrs. Michael turned on the light, and she walked to the door, her ears pressed against the door panel and listened to the sounds outside.

She was the only one in the house today, and the maid was not a full-time maid of the kind who lived in the house, and their house was not a villa, not a manor, just an ordinary single-family house in a middle-class neighborhood.

They didn't have extra bedrooms and washrooms for the maids to use, plus their children didn't come back from full-time private school, and she was the only one in the room.

The woman in her thirties listened carefully for a while, and there didn't seem to be any more noise in the living room downstairs, and the sound she suddenly heard just now was as unreal as a hallucination.

Facing this door, she was a little entangled, should she go out and have a look?

Usually Michael would be at home, and she never realized that a big house could give her such a terrible feeling of fear as it does now, just a door away, but also a junction between light and darkness.

Open the door and face the darkness, not everyone has such courage.

At the same time, the maoper, with a gun in his hand, slowly walked down the stairs to the second floor, his gaze fierce and frantically staring at the light behind the crack in a door in the corridor on the second floor.

The lights seemed to try to break free from the small gaps and light up the room to dispel the darkness, but they were so weak that they could only illuminate the floor less than an inch beyond the gaps.

Barefoot, he kept a gentle pace and slowly walked to the door of the master bedroom, he knew that the floor he had just stepped on might have alarmed the people in the room, and he was waiting, waiting for the other party to take the initiative to open the door.

More than ten seconds later, Mrs. Michael opened the door with some hesitation, and an ugly face occupied all her sight, and the subconscious scream of fear was punched back less than half a second after it sounded!

Outside the house, Lynch saw two shadows flash through the window through the incompletely blackout curtains, and the screams suddenly stopped abruptly, without even alarming the neighbors.

Lynch packed up his tools, silently climbed down the telephone pole, looked at the lighted window twice, and turned to run towards the door.

If the masthead doesn't come to him and is willing to suffer this dumb loss, then there won't be any more masthead and his story in the whole thing.

But he didn't want to be dumb and came to the door, which meant that the masthead was a destabilizing factor, and he could be a huge nuisance, especially since his greed could turn into a dagger to stab at him.

Once Michael has convinced him that his money was withheld by himself, then there's a good chance they'll get together, and it's not a situation that Lynch likes.

When the enemy can join forces, it means that he will face more unexpected trouble, so he gives the masthead a trick.

He had to give Michael a lesson that hurt him to the core, but he also had to take the opportunity to clean up the masthead, otherwise the masthead would be crawling around the police station and would probably blame himself for what he had said.

This is also the situation that Lynch is most worried about, he is not a celebrity in the Baylor Federation now, and even in this small city, few people in Sabin have heard of his name.

The leader of the investigation team of the Federal District Inland Revenue Service really shamelessly framed a person, it may not be impossible to become a fact, and in the process, with the role of a masthead cooperating with Michael by self-defilement, Lynch may really be caught by them.

After absorbing a lot of knowledge in that small place, he came to the conclusion that he tried not to form an alliance with his potential enemies, and the more people there were, the more emboldened they were, and in the end they would turn the "possible" into a "reality".

Whether they succeed or fail, it is just an attempt for them, but for themselves, it may be a devastating blow, and the best solution is for them to "solve" them before forming an alliance, so that they cannot become a whole.

Lynch ran towards the location of the sentry box, and soon found the security guard on duty, who immediately attracted the attention of the security guard after telling him what he had found.

After Michael found Lynch here before, he also specially asked the community service company to take care of his house more, which also explained that he was worried that his wife would be left alone at home after a business trip.

For Michael's entrusted service company, he promised that he would do his best to complete his instructions, after all, he was the head of the investigation team of the local tax bureau, and he still had some powers.

The service company explained the matter to the security guard, and when the security guard heard that he dared to slack off, he not only used the walkie-talkie to summon more people, but the people on duty at the guard box immediately ran in the direction of Michael's house.

Another group of patrolling security guards had not yet arrived, and he gritted his teeth and rushed towards the door, not forgetting to ask loudly about the situation in the room.

Sometimes the warning is not to warn the criminal that the person who is going to arrest him is coming, but in this way to stop the crime as much as possible, whether it is the police or the investigation bureau, they are not so stupid!

Suddenly, the curtain on the second floor was lifted, and the newspaper head looked at the security guard who had climbed into the yard in horror, glanced back at Mrs. Michael, who had lost the courage to resist who was beaten by him, reached out and grabbed the gun in his hand, and still made the decision to flee immediately.

He didn't come to die, he just came to take revenge, although he hadn't completed his original plan, but it was more or less revenge, and there was no need to leave himself here.

He fastened the belt that had just been loosened again, rushed out of the room and tumbled down from the second floor, and before he could run out, the door of the room was slammed open.

Looking at each other, the confrontation at this time and the whistle in the distance made the newspaper head immediately come back to his senses, he subconsciously took out the gun in his pocket, and ran towards the gate while shouting, "Don't force me, get out of the door!"

In the face of the threat of a pistol, most people would not feel that their flesh and blood could block the damage of bullets, and the security guard raised his hands with his scalp numb......

With a twisted smile on his face when he saw this scene, he once again realized the power of this little cutie in his hand.

Witnessing the departure of the masthead, the security guards rushed upstairs to find Michael's wife and used the walkie-talkie to tell the other security guards about the situation.

In less than 30 seconds, the sirens of police cars sounded outside the neighborhood – there were always many police patrol cars in middle-class places, and some upper-class neighborhoods would even listen to two or three police cars all year round.

As for some of the poorer downtowns or slums, of course, the official will never recognize this concept, where to distinguish between police cars, not even patrol police.

This society is so simple and direct, how much value you have, the society will give you treatment that meets your own value!