Inexplicably, it felt like someone was entering the house, and the hairs on Qi Yi's back stood up.

He took out his mobile phone and called Lao Chi, but before the beep sounded, he hung up the phone and edited WeChat instead, saying "It seems like someone has entered my house."

The WeChat message was not sent, so he walked into his home holding his phone.

Because it's a little unreasonable to disturb someone with an inexplicable feeling, and it can easily lead to a "crying wolf" mentality, it's better to check it yourself first. Maybe he is too sensitive, after all, the door is still locked.

Or maybe it's just a thief, and he can handle it himself, just collect the evidence and hand it over to the police station.

I checked the living room, kitchen, bedroom, study and bathroom. I looked under the bed, in the closet and other places where people could hide. I even took a look at the balcony, but nothing was found.

There aren't many valuable things in the house. The few projectors, computers, and switches that are worth looking at are all still there, and it doesn't look like they were broken into.

After checking around and finding nothing, Qi Yi deleted the text messages and put away his phone, but the feeling of disobedience in his heart became stronger. He always felt that there were eyes staring at him from the dark, and they never left for a moment. He always felt that

It was furry and the back of my neck felt cold, and I couldn't help but shrink my neck.

I lowered my head and felt goosebumps all over my body.

It shouldn't be, there's obviously nothing...

Is it an illusion? Where does the dissonance come from?”

After scanning around twice more, he stood up and said, "Come out! I see you!"

At the same time, he tensed up, raised his ears, and was highly focused.

Nothing at all.

After being like this for two seconds, Qi Yi took a breath.

Could it be that he was too sensitive during this period?

The uneasy feeling in his heart slowly dissipated, and the erected hairs fell softly against his body. The vague feeling of being spied on disappeared. Qi Yi became more relaxed, convinced that he was too sensitive and had an illusion.

Lying slowly on the sofa, Qi Yi was about to order a takeaway. He hadn't eaten much in the past few days, he just wanted to fill his stomach. When he had free time, he wanted to eat something good to restore his blood.

I feel a little bit disappointed. After all, the case has not been completed yet. It has no beginning and no end. I feel uncomfortable and uneasy. I don’t know how I will be dealt with afterwards. It’s okay when I’m busy at work. When I get home, I change my state.

Congested.

After ordering takeout, Qi Yi leaned on the sofa and closed his eyes to rest.

Finally, when the takeout arrived, Qi Yi took it, politely said thank you to the boy, and came to the dining table to prepare to eat.

Snap.

He opened his chopsticks and his hands suddenly froze in mid-air.

its not right.

Qi Yi once again had a creepy feeling, and beads of sweat began to appear on his forehead and back: "I rarely lock the door, and I never close the window..."

Gudu!

His Adam's apple rolled and he swallowed a large mouthful of saliva. He finally understood where the feeling of disobedience came from.

I haven't been home for five days. The house shouldn't be so clean, especially the black glass dining table. The dust will be very obvious, but when I get home, it is clean.

The feeling of being spied on came up again, and he immediately took out his mobile phone and sent a WeChat message to Lao Chi.

"There's someone in my house."

Qi Yi swallowed his saliva, stood up as if nothing had happened, walked to the kitchen, took a kitchen knife, held it in his hand, and put the fruit knife in its sheath into his pocket.

He has dissected too many corpses and been exposed to too many murder cases. When encountering this kind of situation, he instinctively felt that someone was trying to harm him. Moreover, he had encountered too many strange things since last night, and the string in his heart was always tight.

Still no movement, Qi Yi put away his phone, still holding the kitchen knife, and checked the rooms one by one again.

Whisper, rustle, rustle...

Suddenly there was a slight noise at the door of the living room. Qi Yixin raised his eyebrows in an instant. He looked up and saw a piece of cardboard slipping through the crack in the door. He quickly tiptoed to the door, leaned against the wall and raised his hand facing the door.

He picked up a kitchen knife.

Click!

The lock tongue was pushed open by the jam, and the door was slowly pushed open a crack. Seeing the gap getting bigger and bigger, Qi Yi concentrated hard, and the hand holding the kitchen knife trembled slightly.

A pistol was poked through the crack in the door.

Qi Yi's scalp was numb, but he realized in the next second: Isn't this their 92-style gun?

He probably guessed who was outside the door, but he did not let down his guard and kept his sword raised, ensuring that he could cut down the enemy as soon as possible if the situation went wrong. He was just being cautious to avoid accidentally injuring one of his own.

After gesticulating with the gun for a while, another cell phone body was poked out of the door, and then I heard Lao Chi's familiar voice: "Lao Qi?"

He ducked in, looked Qi Yi up and down, and said half teasingly, half approvingly: "Not bad, little brother, you have a strong sense of precaution."

"Why did you come so directly?" Qi Yi put down the knife.

"I'm not worried about you, but I'm afraid that calling back or something might irritate the gangsters, so I just came here directly." Lao Chi replied. He is very careful in terms of security. This is probably a habit he developed in the anti-terrorism training of the SWAT team.

After explaining, he asked again: "What's going on here?"

Qi Yi explained his findings to him in detail.

After listening, Lao Chi was confused: "You mean, someone broke into your house and helped you clean it without doing anything?"

Qi Yi nodded.

"You did a general search of your home and found no fingerprints or footprints?"

Qi Yi nodded again.

"Are you not out of your mind?" Lao Chi scratched his scalp: "In the early morning, you said someone came into your lounge and put clothes on you, and now you said someone came into your house to clean you, you take it

Should I have fun?"

Qi Yi also felt that it was outrageous, but it was the fact. He could still explain his sleepwalking while wearing clothes, but there was definitely something wrong at home.

"Is there a possibility that you actually locked the doors and windows this time?" Lao Chi asked.

Qi Yi shook his head and said no, but Lao Chi didn't believe it. In order to reassure Qi Yi, Lao Chi checked around the house again, but found nothing.

"Come on, nothing happened. Don't scare yourself. Just lock the doors and windows at night." Lao Chi lost patience.

Qi Yi wanted to keep him here and said, "You're here, let's have a meal? I ordered a lot and I can't finish it."

"If you don't want to eat, detachment Wang is still looking for me. I have to hurry over," Lao Chi refused, staring at the kitchen knife in Qi Yi's hand: "If you are afraid, will you stay at my house tonight?"

Qi Yi said stubbornly: "No, you can go ahead and get busy. I'll have something to eat and get ready to sleep."

"I think you are just too tired these days. You should have a good rest and call me if you need anything."

"Um."

Lao Chi left and closed the door.

Qi Yi immediately went up and locked the door, then picked up the kitchen knife and returned to the dining table.

Oddly enough, after Lao Chi's visit, the feeling of being spied on disappeared again, and his nervousness gradually subsided.

He was already extremely hungry. Qi Yi put down his kitchen knife. The lid of the plastic takeout box was a little tight. When he opened the lid of the bowl, he made a tooth-grinding sound.

Cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck...

Qi Yi turned around suddenly.
Chapter completed!