I have to say that today's thieves are so courageous that even the police dare to steal.

I'm not stupid enough to kick open the door and yell: Police, don't move!

I'm just a forensic doctor. Although I sometimes rush to the front line, the job of rushing into battle to catch thieves is still a criminal policeman's job. To put it bluntly, I only know how to capture, and I don't know how to fight.

Although the scalpel can be used for fun, I can still take out the scalpel and shout at the thief: Don't move, I am a forensic doctor?

Besides, I can’t carry scalpels with me either.

I stood outside the door for a while, trying to see if I could hear anything through the door. I stood like that for more than a minute, but strangely there was no sound from inside.

I thought it was a bit strange. Even if there was a thief, he would have to rummage through the boxes to find something, right? But why is there no movement at all?

I made some calculations in my mind and prepared to slowly walk out of the corridor and go around to the small yard of my house.

I am also poor and bold. I don’t have anything important at home except a few larger items. Except for some small change, I also carry bank cards and whole banknotes in my pocket, so I am not afraid of thieves stealing them.

thing.

I didn't plan to call the police, after all, I just saw the light inside was on, and it was still unknown whether there was a thief.

To be cautious, I decided to take a look around.

My family lives on the first floor and has a small open-air courtyard. The courtyard is not too big and is usually used for sunbathing, drying clothes and storing sundries. The walls of the small courtyard are not too high either, a little over two meters.

I think the thief probably came through my yard.

In addition, because I was walking in a hurry that early in the morning, the door entering the house from the yard seemed not to be closed. This is probably how the thief succeeded.

I was still afraid of alerting the thief inside, so I covered my steps when I walked, and approached slowly and steadily, one step at a time.

After waiting for a long time, I arrived at the wall of the small courtyard. I thought for a while and was ready to peek inside and then climb over.

I am almost 1.79 meters tall and close to 1.8 meters tall. The wall of the small yard is a little over 2 meters, which is not difficult for me.

I took two steps back, then suddenly jumped and firmly grasped the edge of the wall with both hands, and supported the wall with my feet to stabilize myself.

I don’t dare to reveal too much. If someone inside really notices me right now, I’ll be in trouble. Generally, thieves have a tough heart. If they dare to steal things from other people’s homes, who can guarantee that they won’t dare to do anything illegal?

Son?

If there was another knife or something in my arms, wouldn't I be overpowered by him directly?

I stabilized my body and was about to carefully peek inside with my eyes when I suddenly heard a "creak" sound.

I was stunned for a moment. I didn't hear the sound at the door just now, so why did I hear the sound here? Could it be that the thief saw that there was nothing in my house and was planning to escape over the wall?

Thinking of this, I thought it would be better to get down first. If the thief really jumped out and found me staring at me stupidly, he would probably kill me.

As soon as I let go of my hand, it fell to the ground, and then I leaned against the wall and listened carefully to what was going on inside.

It's been more than a minute, but I still haven't seen anyone hear it. And I still think about that "creaking" sound.

I thought to myself, that’s not right. Since no one jumped out, what was the sound?

The fact that it can be transmitted to my ears so clearly proves that the thing causing the sound is in the yard.

But when I recalled it carefully, I only felt that there was nothing in my yard, just a few cans and nothing else.

"wrong."

Just like that, I suddenly thought of a chair in my yard.

That chair is an old-fashioned deck chair that was placed in the yard before my grandfather passed away. My grandfather often lay on it to bask in the sun and drink tea.

After my grandfather passed away, because the house was small, there was no room to put such a thing. I just stayed in the yard, and usually lay on it to take a nap or something.

Because this chair is quite old, it has a peculiarity. It creaks when you move it slightly when you sleep on it.

When I lie down on it to sleep, I often sway around to cultivate sleepiness.

The sound the chair makes? How serious is this person? Do you still want to sleep on the chair?

I even looked up at the night to feel it, but I didn't find any wind. Could it be that someone was really lying on it to rest?

After struggling for a while, I decided to climb up and take a look.

When I stabilized myself again, I found that the "creak" sound had a unique melody.

I took a deep breath, and then slowly raised my head.

When I could see the situation inside the yard with my eyes, I was stunned.

There is nothing in the yard, it still looks the same as when I left home.

But that's the strange thing. I didn't feel any wind, but when I looked at the recliner with the help of moonlight, I found that the chair was swaying.

And that’s where the sound came from!

The chair swayed rhythmically, as if there was a real person lying on it.

I blinked hard and looked over again.

no one!

How did the chair swing?

"There won't be any ghosts, right?" I swallowed a mouthful of saliva and felt a lot of cold air coming from my back.

I decided to stay put and watch for a while. Leaving aside the chair and wandering around, the lights in the room were still on! I was not sure whether there was anyone in the room.

In this way, I relied on my weak arm and leg strength to completely hang on the wall, staring into the room while listening to the "creak" sound coming from my ears.

The layout of my home is very simple, with a living room, two bedrooms, and a small balcony. There is a door on the balcony that leads to the yard, and I can just look into the living room from the window on the balcony.

The lights are only turned on in the living room, and I can't see in the room, but I can see from the crack in the door that the lights are not on in the two bedrooms. In other words, if there is a thief, the thief is still rummaging in the living room.

I'm just sitting back and waiting. If there is a thief, he will definitely appear in my sight.

But after waiting for more than ten minutes, I moved my arms and legs back and forth several times. No one could see it, but my arms were very sore.

Moreover, for more than ten minutes, the deck chair in the yard kept shaking, and the creaking sound was really harsh.

Thanks to my boldness, if it had been anyone else, I would have run away long ago.

I felt worried, thinking that continuing like this was definitely not an option.

Now I'm not sure if there is anyone in the house, and I don't dare to go in rashly. If there is someone, wouldn't I be an idiot if I go in? But if there is no one, can I still stay here all night?

I didn't want to call the police. If I called the police, the police in this area would definitely investigate my identity. In this way, I can still be regarded as half a policeman. If this matter was reported to the police station, I really wouldn't be able to get away with it.

Wherever I go I will definitely see people pointing at me and saying: Look at that kid, he is not afraid of dealing with corpses all day long, but he is afraid of entering his own home.

So you definitely can't report this to the police.

I thought about it for a while and came up with a trick. The door from the balcony to the yard was open, so I jumped down instead of lying on the wall. After waiting, I thought around on the ground and picked up two small stones.

In my pocket. After I finished it, I jumped up to the wall again, then picked up the edge of the wall with one hand, and pulled out a stone with the other hand.

I took a quick look, and then threw the stone hard towards the balcony of my house.

The distance wasn't too far, and the thing came easily, so it was smashed in and made a 'clink' sound inside.

This sound was not small, at least if there was someone in the house, it would definitely be alarmed.

After smashing it, I didn't move in a hurry. I lay on the wall and stared at the room. If someone was there, they would definitely show up, or so I thought.

After waiting for a while, there was no movement inside the house, but the deck chair placed in the yard became restless.

That is to say, after it made a noise for a while, the recliner suddenly stopped shaking again.

I didn't pay attention to this. I thought that this chair was weird, and it was voice-activated.

I focused all my attention on the room, and found that there was no movement in the room. I thought again, is there no one inside?

I took out a second stone and smashed it in. I didn't know what it hit this time, but the sound was louder than before. This was exactly the result I wanted, so I continued to stare.

Still nothing happened.

I felt a little strange, was there really no one inside?

After hesitating for a while, I decided to dig in and take a look. Some people would admit defeat, but if no one was there, nothing would happen.

Thinking of this, I immediately grabbed the edge of the wall and jumped over easily. However, my feet were a little numb when I landed. I shook my legs and took out a rectangular iron pipe from the corner of the yard and held it in my hand.

inside.

This iron pipe was from an iron bed in my house. Later, when the bed broke down, I kept one to avoid anything happening. It seems that I was smart at the time.

I held the stick and felt a lot more at ease. I glanced at the lounge chair from the corner of my eye and saw that there was no movement. I didn't pay attention to it and walked cautiously towards the house.

After entering the room, I immediately became nervous, holding the iron pipe and looking around. I walked all the way to the living room, but there was no movement.

No one was seen, and there was no sign of being rummaged in the living room.

I was a little confused and searched the two bedrooms but found nothing.

Finally, I used police skills to conduct a thorough search of my home, but found nothing.

Is there no one at all?

But that’s not right. I remember that I turned off the lights when I went out early that morning. How come they turned on automatically?

I don’t have any relatives living in this city. My friends are all colleagues in the police force, and there are really not many others. So I rejected the idea of ​​relatives and friends coming to my house.
To be continued...