A person, a sentence, a story, a story, a story.

Home is a prefecture-level city, and there are many small counties around. Basically, you have to pass the bus station when you go to the provincial capital or out of the city. So, good and evil people are mixed up.

It was my first year, and the garage was on the second and first floors. Time, my second day, a family of three was sleeping, and someone came in at night and lost 300 yuan's cash.

I urge my parents to install security window. My parents were busy with their work and failed.

Senior one, summer vacation, security window is not safe. I didn't turn on the light and stayed up playing computer until 2 am. I just went to bed, and the window rustled (thanks for your correction ~). I thought it was the wind, so I didn't care.

Just in time for the couple quarreling in the opposite building, they turned on the opposite light.

I clearly see that,

The curtain reflected the shadow of a person.

I was stunned. Ow, the whole building heard it. Fortunately, my parents were here and the thief was scared away. I threatened my parents with a hunger strike, and I had to make time to pretend to be a safety window. Besides, I went to the night market and bought a mountain knife and dagger. The mountain knife is placed by the bed, and the dagger is under the pillow. I can't sleep without a pillow

You think the story is over?

Is it terrible to see a figure on the curtain?

Here comes the really terrible thing.

(security window was installed at that time)

In the winter vacation of senior three, my parents went to their hometown to participate in white affairs. Doing homework with the light on, at 1 in the morning, there were two sounds of metal breaking from the living room (thank you for correcting me ~). (security window removes from two guardrails. )

I went down with a mountain knife.

Turn on the light. . . I clearly saw the thief wearing a mask, which was 8 meters away from me.

After three minutes of confrontation, I said, you didn't take anything either. Let's go. I didn't see your face.

He: Brother, there is really no money. You must stutter.

I'm relieved. . . Turned to the kitchen, just took two steps. I heard the floor creak. (Fortunately, the house has a poor wooden floor \ (≧▽≦)/) He came up to me and visually tried to knock me out.

Needless to say, reflexivity is a comprehensive knife. Cut his wrist.

He ran away.

The next morning, I seemed to cut it hard with a knife and the blood flowed into the street.

Do you think this blood is enough?

In the summer vacation of senior three, I saw a thief stealing on the bus. He stared at me and I stared at him.

He has a clear scar on his arm.

This road is really fucking narrow.

But now the public security is much better, not because the police often come, but because our new property company has a triad background. . .