"It must be that the maid Xiaoli forgot to turn on the light!"

On this day, his wealthy friend Brother Xiang had a treat, and both of them drank some more famous wine, so they were slightly drunk. So after talking to himself, he smiled and said, "I forgot, today is Xiaoli's holiday!"

In the dark, he climbed the stairs from memory, entered the bedroom, turned on the light, and locked the door from the inside. Everything in the house was still the same as when he went out in the afternoon.

"Looks like I'm overdoing it." He didn't even bother to take off his clothes, so he reclined on the head of the bed, and he was used to it. Then he turned on the lamp at the head of the bed and grabbed the detective novel by his pillow, which he had been reading for some time. When he turned the folded page, he froze, and there was a letter in it.

"Hell!"

He sat up straight and looked closely, the letter was tightly sealed, and on the envelope was his own name—Qing Mo, and there were a few red letters next to it—"Please open it immediately." ”

"Who is here? Was it delivered when I wasn't at home?"

After reading it several times, he still felt that something was wrong, and he didn't have the slightest impression of whose handwriting it was. So he decisively opened the envelope:

Note! From now on, no matter what happens outside of your bedroom, don't act rashly, or we'll kill you, even if it's a gesture or a sound......

Qing Mo only felt that cold sweat immediately oozed from his forehead. Although he is not a timid person, on the contrary, because he prefers to read some detective novels and has a straightforward temperament, some trivial things cannot help him. However, this letter filled his heart with fear.

This may have something to do with the bizarre and terrifying novel he was reading, and what he had just talked about at the dinner table with his friend Brother Xiang was also a horrific murder case, and what the letter said made him feel that there seemed to be a pair of evil eyes staring at him next to him. He didn't even know who the letter was and when it was in his book.

He tried to see it as a joke on a friend's part, but it didn't work. He tried to smile to loosen his tense nerves, but to no avail, his throat feeling dry as if something was stuck.

He wondered if someone was standing on the windowsill, looking at him through the gap in the curtains, and he had thought about reaching out to turn off the lamp, but he dismissed the thought, for it was clear from the letter that a gesture or even the slightest sound could lead to death.

So, he could only stay upright on the bed like a stone statue, not daring to move. Finally, he closed his eyes, because looking at everything around him made it too easy for him to think about it. At this time, he could only hear his heart pounding sharply.

It was midnight, and the place where I lived was relatively secluded, and there was not even a trace of people or cars outside. Just as his whole body was about to become stiff, he heard a faint rustling sound outside, as if someone was spinning the paper.

"It's in the hall!"

There was a room between the bedroom and the hall, and he wanted to get a pistol to see what was going on, but the thought of the letter gave him up again.

Suddenly, he saw the curtains shake, which sent chills down his body, "There must be someone there!" He thought. "Because the curtain was a little more raised than usual, someone must be there watching my movements, and his accomplices were stealing in the hall. As soon as I move, there will be danger immediately, which means that I can neither pick up a pistol nor make a sound, let alone move my fingers or anything else, otherwise there will be danger immediately. ”

A terrible sound came from the hall, what seemed to be the sound of hammers striking hard objects, causing all the houses to tremble.

These thieves who are so empty-eyed even have to tie up things and transport them out?

"Well, now some of my valuables are gone, but I can only languish like this, and this state of affairs has been going on all night. The sound seemed to be gone, but it seemed that there were still people moving in the hall. And the man standing behind the curtain was not sure whether he was armed with a dagger or a pistol, and if I made the slightest noise, I would be out of luck. "He's already sweating profusely. After a few hours, he lost consciousness. It was the early morning bell of the milkman's car on the street that woke him up, and it was then that he realized that the sun had hit half the wall, and the hall had returned to peace.

He glanced at the curtains, grabbed a pistol from the drawer and fired at the curtain with great speed, then ran over and pulled the curtain down, and there was no one behind him. The bullet only pierced the glass, but there was not a trace of blood

"It turns out that I was deceived all night, but they were allowed to behave recklessly in the hall!" Thinking of this, he ran down the hall with his pistol in hand, but this time he was hit by an accident and was speechless.

"There's nothing lost here."

Yes, from furniture to fine art to calligraphy and painting...... Everything is intact, is it that I had a nightmare last night. No, after all, the letter is a real thing.

But where did those voices come from last night? He scrutinized everything, but there was not a single trace, not even the chair was left untouched.

"What the hell is going on?"

Just as he was checking the floor again, he found a little white paper in the corner of the Persian carpet, and when he picked it up, it was a 7 of hearts, this playing card looked ordinary, maybe it was accidentally dropped by the previous owner when he was playing, but just as he was about to throw the card into the paper basket, he found that the tips of the seven hearts of the card had a small eye that seemed to be pierced with a needle, one on each top, a total of seven round holes.

"Maybe this card has something to do with the letter in the book!" Qing Mo pondered for a while, but he still couldn't grasp the point, as if he had been swept into a huge whirlpool. "So, someone must have been there last night." He muttered to himself.

When he looked in the courtyard, he thought that they must have used a ladder to go up to the second floor, but there was no sign of a ladder under the window, and the flowers and plants below were still neat.

"There is not a trace of it, even if you call the police, you will definitely be accused of being a fool."

After thinking about it, he didn't have a good idea, so he had to ignore this kind of thing for the time being.

On the third day, he published this strange story in a newspaper he often wrote, and he didn't really care if anyone read it.

One morning a few days later, Xiaoli said, "There is a gentleman at the door who wants to see you, but he refuses to give his name. ”