What is the experience of reporting a false alarm?

Complain to the parents upstairs, no matter how loud the children make. Every morning before ten o'clock, the children upstairs start parkour and jump out of bed. It will stop at noon 12 and continue after dinner. Playing at night is especially energetic. It is useless to find a property complaint and negotiate upstairs; I still go my own way and continue to parkour from morning till night every day.

There are two keys at home. I didn't take one off the door when I went out. When I came back, I found that I couldn't open the door with the other one, and I didn't know the unlocked phone number, so I called the police. . . The police didn't come, so they gave me a phone number to unlock the lock. . . I was particularly embarrassed when I called. . .

Two days before the college entrance examination, I stayed in a hotel near the examination room. As a result, at one o'clock in the middle of the night, a tone-deaf person downstairs in KTV roared that the new imperial concubine was drunk and had been cutting songs. Then I called the police. Ten minutes later, the police came, the music stopped, and then a group of people went home swearing. The first alarm was issued yesterday because the building where I live caught fire last month. When overtaking on the viaduct, I feel that the front and rear doors are not closed properly, and there are two children under 10 sitting in the back row. After getting off the viaduct, I checked the driving recorder and found that the door was not closed. Call 1 10, please contact the owner to close the door. 1 10 The police officer called me back afterwards and told me that the notice had arrived and the door had been closed. Some people think I am nosy, but I feel quite happy myself.

The epidemic was in mid-February, so I opened the window of my room to get some air. At first glance, alas, people playing cards gathered on the sidewalk at the entrance of the community, alas, without masks. Oh, my God! Call the police! Then lie prone on the window and wait for the police to arrive. The police came and dispersed. The next day, yo, I still called and continued to call the police, waiting for the arrival of the police on the windowsill. The police came and dispersed. On the third day, my mother came: today I opened it, reported it to the Mao Mao police, and then went to sweep the floor. 10 years ago, one day after work, I passed by Zhongshan Square and saw a couple with a child laying a piece of paper on the floor begging. I wonder if they are liars or if they really met when they went out. Then I dialed 1 10 with the public telephone ic card on the roadside. The police will come in five minutes. It seems that the police know them. It is estimated that they often beg and cheat money here.