I really didn't expect him to dare to come to the door early in the morning, and I panicked.

I'm afraid he doesn't know that I've found out that he's a murderer, and now he's coming to me again, is he trying to attack me?

What now? My mind went blank for a moment.

As I hesitated, the knocking on the door suddenly stopped. I quickly looked out through the cat's eye again and saw that the person was gone.

But before I could breathe a sigh of relief, I felt what seemed to be a rattle in the door lock.

After a second of froze, my scalp exploded.

This man seems to be crouching down and moving my door lock, he seems to be ...... is trying to open it!

I was so frightened that I stopped breathing, and I quickly tiptoed a few steps back, went into the kitchen, grabbed a kitchen knife, and closed the door and hid inside.

The next second my door closed, the door to the living room opened with a thud.

At this time, my heart was already hanging in my throat, I didn't expect this person to really enter my house like this, he must have come in because he knocked on the door for a long time and thought I was not at home.

What does he want to do while no one comes in? I crouched in the kitchen doorway, nervously leaning against the door to listen to the movement outside.

He seemed to be flipping through the cardboard box, as if looking for something. I knew right away that he was probably looking for the phone with the black and white screen from last night.

I checked the cardboard box last night, and there was nothing in it except the dummy and a bunch of plastic foam, and the only thing left was the phone, so he must be looking for it now.

I quickly recalled it in my head, and then remembered that I had slipped it into my pajama pocket after answering that weird phone call last night. The pajamas are now hanging on the hanger in my bedroom.

Could it be some important piece of evidence? Just as I was thinking, the phone rang outside, and I heard the man feed him, and then, as if he heard something that surprised him, he first whispered something and hung up the phone, then there was a rush of footsteps, and then he slammed the door shut.

I listened for a long time, and I was sure that it wasn't a fraud, so I opened the door and came out.

The box was turned over a little messy, and although it was placed in its place, it was passively changed at first glance. I'm preliminarily sure that he should have been the one who came to drop the carton last time.

He only looked for a cardboard box, and it seemed that he had not had time to search my house, so he left because of an emergency. If he looked any further, he would find me in the kitchen.

The feeling of a murderer running to his house to look for something is too pervasive. I'm just slowly recovering now, and I'm breaking out in a lot of cold sweat on my back.

I hurried back to the bedroom, rummaged through the pajama pocket, the small phone was still in it, I wanted to see what was inside, but the battery was only less than half a bar, according to the past experience with this kind of phone, it should be able to last for more than ten minutes. I didn't have a charger that could match it, so I turned it off.

I suddenly thought that I could take out its mobile phone card and put it in my own mobile phone first, but when I opened the back cover, I found that this mobile phone card was actually glued to the card slot, and if I took it hard, it would only damage it. So I had to hide it in one of my locked drawers.

I started to think about what to do next, and I felt as if I had gradually fallen into a very dangerous situation and had to get out of it quickly.

After thinking about it for a moment, I called the police and locked myself in my bedroom. After waiting for a long time, the siren sounded from downstairs, and soon there was a knock on my door.

I opened the door after confirming from the cat's eye that it was the police. The two policemen who came were very young, and I told them all about the situation, and they looked around my house, took some pictures, and then took the cardboard box away as evidence, and asked me to make a note with them.

So I went with them to the police station. In the office, I was greeted by a middle-aged policeman, who looked like he was forty or fifty years old, and he did not smile, but there was a sharp light in his eyes, and he looked like an experienced character.

He asked me questions, and a female police officer next to me took notes, and at first he guided me through what had happened, and then asked some very regular questions, which I answered truthfully, but then he started asking me some strange questions, such as how well I was sleeping, and my health.

I said that my sleep was mostly normal and that there was nothing wrong with my health. I suddenly thought about whether he was thinking of me as some kind of mental illness, and I immediately felt a little unhappy in my heart, after all, I had experienced those things personally, and that sense of reality was only clear to me.

Later, the policeman looked me in the eye and asked me a question that stood out to me: "Do you think you have sleepwalked yourself?" ”

I was stunned for a long time, and said in embarrassment: "Officer, I really don't know this." Anyway, I don't remember it myself, but I don't know if it's there. ”

The policeman stared at me for a while, then suddenly smiled lightly, told me not to be nervous, asked these questions just for reference, and then told me that I could go back and contact me if there was anything new.

At the door, he introduced himself to me as Lin, the captain of the criminal police team, and left me a phone number, saying that if there was anything new, he would call him.

I thanked him and left, I felt that this policeman was a little difficult for me to guess, he seemed to have some special attention to my situation, I always felt as if he knew something, but he just wouldn't tell me.

It just so happened that I didn't go to work on Saturday, and after I got home, I quickly changed all the door locks, and made various anti-theft measures, and tossed for a day. It's a relief when it's all done.

Nothing else happened for the next few days, and everything seemed to be back to normal. But I still feel a little uneasy in my heart.

The turning point was that evening, after I got off work, and while I was walking home with a heavy heart, I heard something seem to be moving upstairs in front of me, and I glanced around, and suddenly I felt as if I had just seen a pair of eyes staring at me. It's right up in front of this building.

I felt something was wrong, and subconsciously went to look for those eyes again, and immediately I saw a woman in the opposite building, standing next to a window, half covered by the curtain, staring at me motionless.

This woman looked very young, and most importantly her hair was extremely short, and she didn't even know that she was a woman.

She stared at me a little hairy because her eyes looked hollow and scary.

Just as I lowered my head to stop looking at her, I suddenly realized something very terrible.

Isn't this window where this woman is standing my own home?!