At around 10 o'clock in the evening, Taro Inoue went home exhausted.

The warm lights illuminate the entire living room.

According to his past habits, he untied his clothes first and went to the bathroom to take a shower. The bathtub was filled with a tank of warm hot water. As soon as he soaked in, he couldn't help but breathe out.

After taking a bath for half an hour, he waited until the water temperature really cooled down, he changed into his pajamas and walked into the study slowly.

The desk in the study was clean, and all the documents that were messed up last night had been neatly tidy. Now there was a steaming cup of coffee there, and there was a newspaper next to it.

Taro Inoue has become used to it, and it must be his wife who did it.

He sat down comfortably in the chair, took a sip of coffee, and then picked up the newspaper and took a look.

The news in the newspaper is a murder case that occurred on the day of the celebration. It also contains a picture of the detective pointing to the murderer kneeling and crying. The big words next to it emphasize the identity of the detective, who is Kudo Yusaku.

Taro Inoue looked at the photo carefully and found that he was not wrong. There was really a child in the corner of the photo.

What? Such an important case is that it’s really true that children can be put in.

At this moment, the phone in the living room rang. He frowned impatiently, waited for his wife to answer the phone, and then informed him who it was.

But after waiting for a while, the phone almost hung up, and there was no usual rush to walk and answer the phone in the living room.

What's going on?

Taro Inoue stood up reluctantly, walked into the living room draggingly, and rushed to the tail of the phone ringing, and picked it up.

As soon as he connected, although he didn't know who the other party was, the reluctance on his face had completely disappeared and turned into the kind of respect he was in the laboratory. He politely said: "Moses, Moses, who is your Excellency?"

My wife's voice came from the other end of the phone, "It's me, really, haven't you read the number?"

"What's going on with you? I said yesterday that I have something to go back to my mother's place and ask you to pick up the child from school. Why did the teacher just call me twice?"

"Next time to pick up the child early, and then tell the teacher if it's OK! Wait, you won't work overtime again, right?"

ah?

At the beginning, Taro Inoue hadn't reacted yet, and directly frowned and refuted his wife, "What are you going crazy again? Just now..."

Didn’t you just bring me a cup of coffee? How could you go back to my mother’s house?

He was stunned.

On the phone, the wife echoed impatiently, "What did you say just now? Do you want to say that you didn't work overtime and your colleagues get along very well. Everyone appreciates and loves you because of your outstanding abilities?"

This is arguing with people. In the laboratory where you work, Taro Inoue has excellent abilities.

The researcher who led the lead also admired him very much and once said with relief, "With you in the future, everyone will not be afraid."

...And Taro Inoue was rejected by everyone.

But the focus is not this now.

The sip of coffee I just drank seemed to slid into my throat warmly again, and Taro Inoue slowly raised his head.

The lights in the living room are still on, and the entire living room is filled with warm yellow lights, which looks very warm.

Yesterday, his wife did say that she would go back to her mother's house today.

So, now, who is at home?

The other party not only turned on the lights in the living room, but also helped him put the bath water. After that, he did not leave. Instead, he was stuck with the time he came out, soaked a cup of coffee, and placed it in his first destination after taking a shower, that is, in the study.

Everything in the room suddenly became strange and terrifying. Now when I went to see the whole room, Taro Inoue suddenly realized something was wrong, and the decorations in the room had been adjusted.

The landscape painting hanging on the wall is now on the back, the red vase on the shelf has disappeared, and the books in the following cabinet have also disappeared... There is indeed a series of books in the study just now.

Taro Inoue held the phone and frozen it in place. It was not until the person on the other end of the phone called out several impatiently and hung up the phone. He slowly twisted his head and looked at the empty study.

Now, where is that strange visitor?

Was the other party looking at him silently, listening to him calling, and having discovered his abnormality?

You can just open the door and escape.

Taro Inoue tried to move his legs, but found that his legs seemed to be filled with cement and could not move at all. After fighting hard for a few seconds, he slowly moved, but not towards the door, but towards the study.

At the same time, he also restrained the expression on his face and became as if nothing had happened.

Now run out, there is a narrow corridor outside. If you are caught up, you will definitely die.

It’s better to lock yourself in the study room and then go out directly. It’s the third floor. There are green plants outside the window, so you shouldn’t die...?

As long as that strange visitor is not in the study now.

The decoration in the study is also very simple. There are only a few small boxes and no cabinets, so people should not be hidden. The other party is definitely not in the study, and the study is an absolutely safe place!

The closer you get to the study, the more fearful Taro Inoue is, he can only try hard to convince himself that the study is very safe.

He pushed open the door of the study and strode in. He closed the door in panic for a second, and then ran straight towards the window.

When he passed by the desk, he glanced at a conspicuous white spot on the desk, so he subconsciously turned his head.

There were newspapers and coffee on the table, exactly the same as when he left before.

It's just that there's one more thing.

There is an extra white post-it note with a line of red letters on it.

Taro Inoue frozen again.

The stranger, who was here just now, probably discovered his abnormality. He knew that he finally realized that there was someone else in the room, so he simply posted a post-it notes.

He stared at the post-it note for a few seconds, and the other party probably guessed that he wouldn't get closer to read it, so the line above was very big and very short: [Join us.]

There is also a smiley face symbol below.

Now he just ran away, and he wasn't right to stay where he was.

While hesitating, the phone on my body suddenly rang again, making a harsh and rapid ringtone.

After only one second of the ring, Taro Inoue hurriedly picked up, "Who are you?!"

"...Huh?" The other end of the phone was the voice of a young woman, and she got an angry attitude. The other party's voice immediately became cautious, "Sorry, I am Koinou's teacher. Has Inoue been home?"

"As soon as I turned around, Inoue disappeared. There was only one post-it note saying that you picked him up. It's really... Maybe you're a little anxious, but next time, can you communicate with the teacher? We'll be very worried."

"Sorry, I don't mean to blame it too much. I just looked for it for too long and suddenly I found that there was a post-it notes sticking there silently, blabla..."

Taro Inoue was stunned and felt his whole body start to feel cold.

His son was picked up and there were postage notes on site.

Before hearing this news, although Taro Inoue was frightened and creepy because his family was quietly invaded by someone, the focus was on escaping and had no intention of surrendering for the time being.

But now, he hung up the phone stiffly, stood in the extremely unfamiliar study, and subconsciously moved his eyes to the table little by little.

The wind blew in through the half-open window, blowing the dazzling post-it notes on the table, revealing a corner below.

The bottom of that post-it note is not a desktop, but the same white one.

After stiffly uncovering the sticky note above, Taro Inoue saw the second sticky note:

[By the way, I helped you get the child back and used a little anesthetic medication, so don't worry, he didn't cry loudly :)

I didn't see my face either.

Just looking at the literals, the other party is very kind, and it is hot water, making coffee, and it also comes with the task of taking care of the child.

He is also considerate and does not allow children to see their faces, and does not provide a free 'silence' discount.

Looking at this post-it note, Taro Inoue suddenly remembered something.

A few days ago, a colleague of his researcher suddenly took sick leave and said he had an emergency disease.

But at that time, he was at the scene and saw his colleague tearing off a piece of paper from the table with his own eyes. His face changed rapidly. He looked around in horror, and soon rushed to ask for leave.

At that time, Taro Inoue only thought that his colleague had something urgent and gave up his sick leave, but now he recalled that the piece of paper torn off by his colleague was a white post-it note.

I remembered what happened tonight and the meaning behind it.

The other party knew his little habits, such as taking a bath as soon as he got home, where to put various toiletries, such as going to the study after taking a bath, and also requiring coffee and newspaper.

Being able to understand these means that the other party has been monitoring him, and may even stare at him silently after he fell asleep, estimating whether he was pretending to be asleep or really sleeping.

During this period, it is very simple if the other party wants to attack him.

He stared at the post-it notes on the table and continued to lift the next page tremblingly.

[I was not idle until I kept monitoring you, and I only observed you for two or three days. If I agree to join us, I can turn to the next page.]

The next page is Pandora's ink cartridge.

Taro Inoue subconsciously looked up and looked around in horror. The study room was empty, with only his own rapid breathing sound, and nothing else.

He lowered his head again, took several deep breaths, and countless clips flashed in his mind, including scenes from the beginning when he started working, and chatted about a sudden disappearance of a colleague who betrayed the laboratory and laughed with his wife and children.

After hesitating for a long time, he finally opened the next one and then suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

[Your son is sleeping at the door and it is a little cold at night. You can carry him in.]

Huh... It's okay, it's okay.

He didn't even know what was going on, so he could only be glad, and then simply opened the last page.
To be continued...