"Xiao Chen, isn't it right for you to have a birthday?"

Hearing this, my face froze for a moment, and in order to cover it up, I lowered my head and took out my ID card from my pocket, reported my date of birth again, and then looked up and said, "Auntie, that's right!" ”

"That's right!"

Liu Meiqin looked at me with a smile and said, "Xiao Chen, I mean, is the date of birth on the ID card accurate?" ”

"Exactly!"

With the previous buffer, I controlled myself and didn't show an extra expression, but pretended to be curious and asked, "Auntie, can the ID card be accurate?" ”

"Not necessarily!" Liu Meiqin looked at me seriously and said, "As far as I know, there are many parents who have changed their birthdays in order for their children to go to school in the morning!" ”

"Mine hasn't changed, mine is accurate!"

I don't know why, I think there is something in Liu Meiqin's words, and the way she looks at me is a little wrong, there seems to be something hidden in it, and I feel that she seems to know about my birthday.

But this is unlikely, I changed my birthday, and even the people in the village did not know about it, even myself, when I was eighteen years old.

What's more, my grandfather has always been meticulous in his work, in order to hide my real birthday, my grandfather gave me a lot of fake birthdays, especially when I was eighteen years old, my grandfather also gave me a fake coming-of-age ceremony and invited many people in the village.

"Mom, what are you struggling with on a birthday, isn't it just a formality!" Wanting may have seen my emotional abnormality, and pouted and pulled Liu Meiqin's arm to make a coquettish.

Liu Meiqin patted Wanting and pretended to be angry; "I'm so entangled, I'm just asking casually, you little conscienceless, you haven't married yet, and you're starting to move towards it!"

"Mom!" Wanting dragged a long note and sprinkled another coquette.

This was originally a warm and happy picture, but I couldn't melt into it at all, I pretended to be embarrassed and smiled, but my heart was full of doubts, did Liu Meiqin really just ask casually?

After sitting for a while and agreeing on a date for my engagement, I got up and took my leave.

Because of the alcohol, Uncle Liang drove me.

On the way back, I carefully recalled the details of Liu Meiqin's request for my birthday, but I still couldn't tell whether she was intentional or unintentional.

After returning to the apartment, I looked from room to room, and found nothing unusual, the cold feeling during the day has gone a lot, but it is still a little cold, in addition to this, I also have a feeling of being peeked at.

I didn't pay much attention to it, sent a message to Wanting to report safety, walked into the bathroom, and prepared to take a shower.

To be honest, this is the first time I've lived in such a nice house.

The bathroom was spacious, with a dedicated shower room in addition to the bathtub.

The shower room is separated by a glass door, after entering, I washed for a while, I don't know if it's an illusion, I always feel that outside the glass door, someone is peeking, which makes me uncomfortable, and my heart is hairy.

But the bathroom room was full of steam, and I couldn't see outside the glass door, so I opened the glass door several times to check it, but everything was normal.

I just thought I was too careful, a little suspicious, and I didn't think much about it.

But the feeling of someone peeking at it was always there, and in this suspicious situation, I hurriedly smeared on the shower gel, took a shower and walked out.

After walking out of the shower room, the feeling of being peeked at was much weaker, but it was still there.

"What's going on?"

I muttered, my eyes swept around, and when I swept to the glass door, I was surprised to find that there was a very clean place on the glass door that was shrouded in a thick mist of steam.

There was no mist there, and it looked as if someone had wiped the mist with the palm of their hand and was half-crouching there, and from that angle, you could see the person taking a bath.

I'm cold, is there really a person hiding here?

But on the way to the shower, I pushed open the glass door of the shower room several times and looked out, but I didn't find anyone.

I couldn't stay any longer, and when I was reminded of the cold feeling I had when I came in the morning, I was right, there was something wrong with the house.

I immediately took out my phone and called Lao Peng.

The phone was quickly connected, and I was not polite, and asked Lao Peng directly, whether my house had ever died.

Lao Peng was stunned for a moment, and then swore an oath, saying that there was absolutely no problem with the house.

After hanging up, I thought about it carefully, I am the quasi-son-in-law of Lao Peng's top boss, and on the first day of work, I was personally escorted by the big boss, as long as Lao Peng is not brain-dead, he will not give me a problematic house.

Didn't Lao Peng know that there was a problem with the house? Or am I thinking too much about it?

Thoughts crossed my mind.

After thinking about it for a while, I decided to stay for one night.

Back in the bedroom, lying on the bed, I was thinking about things while searching the Spring City International Community to see if I could find some useful information.

After searching for a long time, I didn't find anything, but the feeling of being peeked at was still there.

When I was a child, my grandfather said that my spiritual sense is very strong, and to put it bluntly, the sixth sense is very accurate, and I know this myself, so I confirm that it feels right.

In that case, if no one has ever died in the house and I still have the feeling of being peeked at, it may be a different situation.

I got out of bed, turned off the lights, closed the curtains, turned on my phone to take pictures, pointed the camera at the key suspicious location, and began to check.

Half an hour later, I turned on the light with a solemn face, I found eight hidden cameras in this house, who is it, so many cameras installed in this house?