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Chapter 223 Who is filming me?

When we arrived at the gate of my community, Crazy Brother and I got out of the car. He sneezed several times in succession and his nose came out. I said he must have a cold and asked him to get some medicine. He said "Okay"

He hurriedly got into the cab, stepped on the accelerator and left.

When I got out of the car with the heater on, I was too cold. I hurriedly ran to the gate of the community. When I passed the guard room, I glanced inside and saw that Lao Wang was on duty. He was holding a newspaper and reading there.

He stopped and asked him how the old man who was frightened by the flower pot was doing. He said there was no problem. His daughter had just brought him back. The old man was in good spirits. Lao Wang also said that I gave him the one thousand yuan for free.

I smiled and said that as long as the uncle is fine, it's fine, and the money doesn't matter.

These days, spending money to eliminate disasters is not a particularly disadvantageous thing, let alone such a big disaster recently.

After leaving the guard room, I walked towards the unit building. As I walked, I thought about what happened today. First, the flower pot, and then Zeng Zhengyi, were thrown down from the upstairs. There were small footprints on the scene. As I thought about it, my mind

The picture of the "kid" in black captured in the forensic building video emerged, his head that could rotate 180 degrees, his blurred face, and weird smile...

It was already late at night, and there was no one in the community. It was dark all around. Only the sound of my footsteps was ringing. The picture in my mind made my heart palpitate. I shook my head quickly, stopped thinking about it, and walked faster.

Entered the unit building.

I took out the key in the elevator. After reaching the 13th floor, I walked straight to the door and opened the door. But when I put the key in, I couldn't turn the lock cylinder. I held my breath and panicked.

In my heart, I first raised my head to confirm the house number, and then took out the key to see if I had taken it by mistake. But at this moment, the voice-activated light in the corridor went out. In the darkness, I suddenly felt a person standing behind me, and I was scared: "Ah

"He shouted out, and the key in his hand fell to the ground with a "pop" sound.

The lights came on again, and after turning around in shock, I saw nothing behind me.

I breathed a sigh of relief, knelt down and picked up the key. When I saw a brand new key on it, I realized that before I went out, I asked Master Deng to change the lock cylinder with a new one. I just used the old key to open the door, and of course I opened the door.

If you don't open it, you really have no future.

After learning the lesson in the afternoon, I locked the security door after entering the house. After washing and entering the bedroom, I also locked the bedroom door.

I was just about to take off my clothes when there was another slight knock on the door like last time. I quickly opened the bedroom door and listened for a while. Someone was indeed knocking on the door. This time I didn't say anything and walked gently to the security door.

Finally, look out through the peephole.

There was a familiar face outside the door, Lao Wang, but I was not in a relaxed mood, because the last time this happened, Lao Wang brought me Yao Yuan's death express!

Across the door, I asked Lao Wang what happened. He picked up an envelope in his hand, shook it and said, "Brother, your letter."

When I saw the envelope, I felt a chill coming from the bottom of my heart, because the envelope was exactly the same as the one that foreshadowed Yao Yuan's death.

I quickly opened the door and grabbed the envelope from Lao Wang's hand. My name and address were written on it, and the handwriting was the same as "If you handle a wrong case, pay with your life."

There was no stamp on the envelope, nor the mark of the courier company. I frowned and asked, "Where did this come from?"

"After you left just now, I returned to the guard room and continued reading the newspaper. Within a few minutes, I saw something floating in from the corner of my eye. I walked over to look at it and picked up this letter from the ground.

, but I chased out the door and there was no one there. I thought this was weird, so I hurried to find you."

After Lao Wang finished speaking, he stared at the envelope in my hand. It seemed that he was also very curious about this letter of unknown origin. I knew that it was related to the case, and the content inside was not convenient for Lao Wang to see, so I casually put it in

The hand holding the envelope lowered his hand, thanked Lao Wang, and closed the door.

After locking the door again, I couldn't wait to open the envelope. This time, there was no letter paper, but a photo. The moment I saw the photo, I felt like something was stuck in my throat, and I couldn't help but raise my head and look in the direction of the bedroom.

The photo was taken from my bedroom window looking in. The quilt on the bed is arched, and my face can be vaguely seen on the pillow, indicating that I am sleeping on my side facing the window.

This was obviously taken in the afternoon when I was sleeping in the bedroom. It was getting late at that time, so the color of the photo was a bit dark. Although black and darkness are "the same" and are harmonious, there is a hint of darkness in this darkness.

The black color is very abrupt and makes me feel numb the most: a figure about 1.12 meters tall stands beside the bed, looking at me sleeping from behind. He is wearing black clothes and a black hat.

There is some whitening on the face.

Due to lighting problems, just like the video from the forensic building, his facial features cannot be clearly seen in this photo. You can only see the smile on his mouth in the haze...

Not only that, in addition to the content of the photo, the photo itself also scared me for a while, because it showed that in addition to the child, there was at least one other person taking the photo! In other words, there were two strangers in my room at the time.

And I didn't notice it at all!

I took the photo and walked into the bedroom with a heavy heart. I compared the photo and stood where he stood in the afternoon. Then I closed my eyes and tried to feel his state of mind at that time. This is a method commonly used by criminal police when handling cases.

Imagine yourself as the suspect and analyze his psychology and next steps.

At this moment, I was the "kid" in black, and the man named Yuan Chen was sleeping quietly on the bed, facing the window, with his back to me. Everything was under control. I felt an unprecedented excitement and raised the sharp knife.

My right hand slowly stretched towards his neck...

"No!"

I opened my eyes suddenly, gasping for breath, cold sweat soaked on my forehead.

Even so, I knew in my heart that the scene just now was a picture I imagined because I felt insecure. The "child" probably didn't want to kill me, or rather, he didn't bother to kill me. Originally, the case between me and Ouyang Fei was

It has nothing to do with it. Besides, if he wanted to kill me, it would be easy for him to do it to me while I was sleeping this afternoon. How could I stand here in good health now?

So, what was his intention after he painstakingly planned two predictions of death and only told me about them?

I couldn't figure it out, so I walked to the window and studied the location where the photo was taken. After some comparisons, I confirmed that the lens that took the photo was directly above the pot of evergreens on the window sill guardrail, and it was on the guardrail.

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I tried to bring my phone to that position and take a picture. After trying it a few times, I found that due to space constraints, it was very difficult for a person to stand there and hold the device to take a picture.

Also, the images I took with my phone are much clearer than the photos in my hand.

I thought about the afternoon and remembered that special "buzzing" sound. After thinking about it for a while, I came up with an idea - this photo was taken with a drone!


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