i am beckham

Three Possibilities

Seeing the reply in the book, Beckham only felt a chill rushing up his back.

His first reaction was that the fan went into his house, found the book, saw the comments he wrote, and replied confidently.

furious!It's crazy!

I sleep here every day, and I don't even notice when someone enters the room!

He was surprised at first, then annoyed, my house is not a place where you can come whenever you want.

Thinking of this, Beckham took out the baseball bat used for self-defense from the back of the closet, turned on all the lighting tools in the house, and searched his territory from top to bottom like a lion, not letting go of any place, hoping to find any clues left by that daredevil.

He searched back and forth, not missing any clues.

If this dog dares to stay in the house and play "dark under the lamp" with himself, then he must suffer a lot.

The stick in my hand is not afraid of you.

Of course, he has also thought about it, if he encounters a tough problem, he should first consider outsmarting it, and only when he is desperate can he consider reckless fighting.

As long as they heard any disturbance in the house, the security personnel in the community would immediately surround him, making the thief nowhere to go.

After searching around repeatedly, Beckham found that there were no traces of strangers in the house.

Just as he was tossing and turning in the room, there was a sudden knock on the door.

Boom boom boom!
"Mr. David, are you all right?"

The voice seemed to be Jason, the security guard in charge of community safety.

Beckham opened the door after confirming that it was Jason through the door opening.

"What's the matter, Mr. Johnson."

Wearing a black felt hat, a black vest, and a white shirt, the middle-aged man immediately put on a polite smile on his face: "I'm sorry to disturb you. I heard someone call the security department just now, saying that all the lights in your house are turned on. I was thinking maybe you need help."

Beckham noticed that when Jason spoke, his right hand slowly left the holster, and the whole set of movements seemed natural and smooth.

It looks very professional, isn't it a fake?
Beckham slandered inwardly.

He smiled: "Have any strangers entered the community recently?"

Hearing Beckham's question, the smile on Jason's face disappeared: "Except for residents in the community, it is impossible for anyone to come here. We are professional security personnel, not ruffians who take money and don't work. I guarantee on my own reputation that no one can enter this community without our permission."

Jason had an expression on his face: "Mr. David, is there anything unusual about your house?"

Let me just ask, why are you so nervous?
"Hehe, I just want to check the in and out of the community. You know, there are always some fans who want to do some actions that they think are intimate but disturbing, such as ahem, forgive me for not being able to elaborate."

Seeing Beckham's secretive words, Jason showed a smile of "I understand": "For this, you can rest assured that without the permission of the owner, no strangers will come in. After all, this place is full of people with status like you."

You have good eyesight.Beckham muttered silently to himself.

"Of course, we will also depend on the situation. If a distinguished guest comes to visit, we cannot enforce the rules rigidly, so as not to damage the hard-won social relationship of the residents."

Your tongue is very smooth, it's a pity not to sell insurance.

Beckham talked to himself again silently. In his opinion, if he couldn't see Jason's tough appearance, he would definitely think that he was a salesman if he focused on his language organization ability.

Wait, Gary came to the door early last morning and woke himself up by banging on the door frantically.

what kind of person is he
The two said a few polite words, and Jason said wittily: "Mr. David, I will pay more attention to your situation in the next period of time, and I will definitely not allow anyone to get involved.

If someone dares to break in without permission, I guarantee that he will be left with unforgettable scars for a lifetime. "

Seeing Jason with the upturned corner of his mouth, Beckham shuddered involuntarily.

He remembered the rumors he had heard about Jason when he moved in.

It is said that the security guard with exaggerated arm dimensions served in the Marine Corps and was hired as a private security guard after retiring.

He used to be a professional soldier with outstanding professional ability, but he has some personal hobbies, that is, when the law allows shooting, he will always break the calf ligament of others without hesitation.

He didn't know if the rumor was true or not, but the details of the story were uncomfortable.

This somewhat infiltrating rumor made Jason well-known. After Beckham moved in, he had never heard of any burglary in the community.

After closing the door, Beckham heard Jason's voice not far away: "Everything is normal in the 8th house, it's over!"

After talking with Jason, Beckham's mood was much more stable than before.

The possibility of fans entering the house does not seem to be as great as imagined. He bought a house here because he took a fancy to the security of the community.

Even though this is not a rich area, as far as he knows, the owners of other houses are either high-ranking officials in the government, or high-end middle-class people with decent careers, and a few nouveau riche.

I will pay a large sum of money every month to ensure the safety of life and property, and it is difficult for ordinary people to break in rashly.

If human factors are excluded, is it possible that a mysterious force will appear to make those words appear on the blank page automatically?
Could it be that someone sent him a magic book that can communicate with other worlds?
Thinking of this, Beckham was amused by his own imagination.

He turned off the lights in the room, went back to the bedroom on the top floor, picked up the book again and looked at it carefully.

How do you feel that the text of the reply is somewhat similar to your own handwriting.

Beckham observed carefully again, and found that the handwriting of the reply was indeed somewhat similar to his own, but it looked a little sleek.

Could it be that fan imitated his own handwriting through his own signature?

Beckham quickly ruled out this possibility. He is a little famous in the football circle, but he is still a young man in the fan circle, and there are only a handful of opportunities to sign autographs.
Even if it is a signature, no fans ask themselves to write other congratulations.

Hehe, the reputation is very low!

Beckham laughed dryly, ruling out the possibility of imitating notes. You must know that signatures are very different from normal handwriting. The signature fonts are all specially practiced. It is impossible to write your own handwriting along with imitation.

Could it be that I replied to myself on the blank page of this book when I was sleepwalking?

Cough, it's getting dark, it's best not to scare yourself.

The remaining answer is... There is a mysterious power that enables me and strangers to communicate across the air.

Ha ha, what a whimsical brain hole.

Beckham assumes that all three possibilities exist. If it is really a fan who entered the room and replied to him, then he should still want to see his reply.

If this is the case, the guy probably just wants to be a pen pal with him, after all, the £850 lying in the bedroom drawer is not short of a penny.

Why does this most realistic possibility feel so strange?
Thinking of this, Beckham picked up the book and wrote on the blank page: "My name is David Beckham, I think you know this very well. Please come out and act like a man instead of sneaking in the dark."

After simply writing this sentence, he locked the book in the safe, then put the safe in the closet, and pinched one of his hairs in the crack of the door. Whether it was sleepwalking or an unexpected guest broke in, as long as someone opened the door, that hair would fall out.

Immediately afterwards, he closed the bedroom door and put a chair on top of it, so that if someone broke into the bedroom, he would definitely be alarmed.

If no one breaks in, it's not sleepwalking, and if there is a reply after opening the safe, it may really be a mysterious incident.

After finishing this wave of operations, Beckham lay exhausted on the bed, put the baseball bat in his hand, and then covered himself with the quilt.

He didn't sleep well that night.
(End of this chapter)