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Chapter 2:

  Our neighborhood doesn't have soundproofing, and everyone knows what's going on in each household.

  Arguments often occur because of this.

  My neighbor is a family of three.

  Seeing that nobody answered the door, the person outside used more and more force, almost reaching the point of forcefully breaking down the door.

  "Who is it? Why aren't you sleeping in the middle of the night?" came the irritated voice of our neighbor.

  "Food delivery," the person replied.

  These two words instantly made my heart race.

  "I didn't order anything, that's strange," I thought.

  I quickly searched for my phone everywhere, wanting to remind our neighbor not to open the door.

  Just as I finished editing the message, our neighbor's door "creaked" open.

  I broke out in a cold sweat.

  After waiting for about two to three minutes, our neighbor spoke again, "Turns out, it was my daughter who secretly ordered the food." "Eating this late at night, I'll teach her a lesson." The door slammed shut again.

  I gradually calmed down.

  Our neighbors are kind people.

  Especially our neighbor, who is very caring.

  He often empathizes with the difficulties of young girls because he has a daughter himself.

  When I first moved here, being a single girl who often orders food and receives packages, it was easy for my personal information to be exposed and not be safe.

  Following some methods I found online, I placed a few pairs of men's shoes at the door to make it seem like I wasn't living alone.

  One day, our neighbor unexpectedly added me on WeChat.

  "The way you placed those shoes, it's quite obvious.

  Those shoes haven't been worn by anyone, so I know you live alone," he messaged me.

  "A young girl like you is inconvenient to takeout.

  Just let them leave it at my doorstep, and you can come out later to pick it up.

  Before, I felt embarrassed to do this, afraid of causing trouble for others, but the older neighbor reassured me and told me to write his address.

  This is the first time I wrote the address of the older neighbor's house, and something like this happened...

  If I harm their family because of this, I would feel extremely guilty.

  I was just about to message the older neighbor when I received a message from him with a picture of several boxes of crayfish.

  'Is Zheng Yu asleep?' 'Come eat crayfish.' I politely replied, 'No need, you guys eat it yourselves, I'm not a big fan of crayfish.' I love eating crayfish, but when I think of the pitch-black corridor, I suddenly lose interest.

  The older neighbor said, 'I also have two cans of soda, I know you like to drink it.' 'No need to trouble yourself.' I quickly declined.

  The older neighbor sent another message, 'Don't be so polite, we're neighbors.' 'I'm coming.' Seeing the way the older neighbor said that, I couldn't continue to stubbornly refuse.

  Rejecting again would make things awkward.

  There was a notification in my social media feed.

  I have OCD and can't resist clearing any red dots.

  I almost clicked on it without hesitation.

  The top message was from the older neighbor's daughter.

  'Checking in from Dali.' The location was a hotel in Dali, Yunnan, and the time was yesterday at noon.

  13: 46's Part.

  My whole body was covered in goosebumps, and my fingers were trembling so much I could barely hold my phone.

  The older neighbor's daughter was clearly in Dali, so why did he say that just now...

  I had a bad suspicion in my heart.

  Could it be that those shop owners really came? He just tricked the older neighbor into opening the door...

  The older neighbor might already be in danger.

  The person I was chatting with just now might not be the older neighbor, but the shop owner holding a weapon.

  He wanted to lure me out.

  I was lost in my thoughts.

  The door was knocked.

  'Bang bang!' I was startled.

  Instinctively, I held my breath.

  He didn't speak, just kept knocking on the door.

  I became more suspicious that the person outside the door was the shop owner.

  

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