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The curtains in the room were not fully drawn, and the moonlight shone on the floor. Fu Ying gave up the wheelchair, and walked slowly to the door of the study with a limp while leaning on the wall.

Putting on the rubber gloves he brought from Chang Er, he lightly pressed the doorknob and pushed the door open without making a sound.

It is now 43:[-] in the morning. According to previous calculations, it should be the time when the two sleeping pills are most effective. As long as he doesn't make a particularly loud noise, it is absolutely impossible for Zhong Qiu to wake up.

Maybe this move is a bit risky, but since I have injured my foot, I can't follow Zhong Qiu into Zhong's building, so I only have this chance to open Zhong Qiu's computer and find out the plan from inside.

Fu Ying supported the table and sat on the ground, opened the laptop bag leaning against the table, and carefully took out the computer inside and put it on her lap.

Thanks to Zhong Qiu for bringing the computer back every day to deal with things, Fu Ying pressed the power button and watched the screen light up, and at the same time started the countdown on her smart watch.

Count down for 10 minutes, even if you don't find it, you have to give up.

Fu Ying took a deep breath, stretched out his hands to press his chest, and tried to calm his heart that was beating violently due to excessive secretion of adrenaline hormone. When the password input interface popped up on the screen, he immediately entered the password according to the monitor.

He breathed a sigh of relief when the computer boot screen jumped, and immediately began to look for the location of the project in his notebook.

Unlike Fu Ying's habit of putting all files on the desktop, Zhong Qiu's desktop is very neat and there are no redundant things. Only the applications that must be used every day are put on the desktop as shortcuts.

In the dark, Fu Ying squinted slightly facing the light in front of her eyes. After searching quickly with keywords, the search results on the computer were nothing.

Fu Ying paused, couldn't help scolding her mother, and clicked on each hard drive to start searching manually.

He blinked, quickly browsed through all the file names, and only stopped to make judgments on the three words of the business case he needed, but the prefix attributes of all documents with the word "business case" were not what he was looking for.

All of them were planned projects that Zhong Qiu gave up on or had already completed. Fu Ying searched again, but still found nothing.

Half of the time had passed, he swallowed, and was taken aback suddenly, realizing his stupidity, and immediately arranged the files in reverse chronological order.

There is no C drive, D drive or E drive. In the final F drive, after Fu Ying adjusted the order of the files, a document with an English name appeared in front of him.

He pursed his lips and carefully distinguished the meaning of those English words, but found that they were not words, but more like the abbreviation of the beginning pinyin.Fu Ying looked at the last three characters of the document, and sure enough, she found the pinyin abbreviation of QHA for the project.

With only 2 minutes left, Fu Ying stopped what she was doing and listened for a while. After making sure that the room was quiet and no other sounds could be heard, she took out a small USB flash drive from her pocket to access the notebook. Copy and paste all documents that are famous with pinyin abbreviations.

After finishing all this, he immediately unplugged the USB flash drive and was about to turn off the computer, but at this moment, he found an icon on the desktop that almost blended with the background.

He frowned subconsciously and opened it, only to find that the app had been encrypted and could not be opened.

What is this?Fu Ying looked at the time and found that there was 1 minute left, so she wanted to take out the USB flash drive again and copy the application and local files together.

But at this moment, a clear sound suddenly came from the originally quiet house.Almost instantly, Fu Ying closed the computer and stuffed it into the backpack, rolled sideways, and hid under the desk.

He hugged his knees and didn't dare to move. He even held his breath. All his attention was focused on his ears, and the surrounding sounds were amplified many times.

After that clear sound, the room returned to its original silence, only the whistling of the wind outside blowing away the last bit of summer.

Fu Ying didn't dare to relax, even though he hadn't heard the footsteps or the door opening.

After a while, the silence in the house returned to before. He took a deep breath and prepared to crawl out from under the table.

At this time there was another clear sound, Fu Ying immediately retreated into the original darkness and did not dare to move again, but this time the sound did not stop immediately, but several times in succession, like the sound of something hitting.

After a few seconds, the wind outside the window stopped, and the sound outside also stopped. Fu Ying hid in the darkness under the desk, hugging her knees and still did not hear the footsteps.

He pursed his lips and crawled out from under the table, took out the computer from the computer bag and closed it, and limped along the corridor while leaning on the wall. At this time, the door of the guest bedroom where Zhong Qiu slept was closed, and there was no movement at all.

Holding her breath, Fu Ying went back to the room and sat on the bed while leaning on the wall, when the sound of impact suddenly sounded again.He lay on the bed for a while, pulled the quilt over his head, but the noise was still there, making him restless no matter what.

What will it sound like?Is it Zhong Qiu's voice?Or is there something else in this room?Could it be that the rats were running around the house and knocking things down?

Late at night will magnify the fear in people's hearts, and even the imagination in the mind will lose the restrictions of the day.Fu Ying lay on the bed, feeling uneasy and unable to sleep.

At this time, the crash sounded again, but this time it was louder and more urgent than before, entangled with the wind outside the window, urging Fu Ying to sit up from the bed.

Sitting in a wheelchair, he slipped into the living room under his thin sweater, waiting for the knocking sound.But within a minute, the sound of impact suddenly sounded, coming from the balcony.

Fu Ying was pushing the wheelchair and was about to go to the balcony, but a sound of footsteps came from behind, and a pair of hands stretched out from behind, holding his hand.

"What's wrong?" Zhong Qiu's voice was still tired, as if he had just woken up.

Fu Ying screamed in surprise, turned her head to see that it was he who was relieved, pointed to the balcony and said, "I was sleeping, and there was a sound all the time, so I wanted to take a look."

"I also heard the sound." Zhong Qiu saw that his hair was disheveled and his face turned pale, so he couldn't help stretching out his hand to help him pull the sweater a little tighter.

At this time, the sound of knocking sounded again, and Fu Ying suddenly turned her head to look at the balcony: "There must be mice in your house."

"How is it possible. You sit here and don't move. I'll go and have a look."

After Zhong Qiu finished speaking, he walked towards the balcony, and Fu Ying slowly followed behind pushing the wheelchair.

The window on the balcony was pulled open, and the sound of the impact suddenly stopped. Fu Ying stretched her head at the balcony door: "What is the sound?"

Zhong Qiu took the clothes that had been brought in, and when he turned his head, he saw Fu Ying's cautious look, and couldn't help laughing as he raised the clothes in his hand and said, "I forgot to put away the clothes that were put out to dry during the day, and the wind blows them to dry at night." The sound of hangers hitting the glass of the window.”

Fu Ying breathed a sigh of relief, lost her strength and leaned back on the wheelchair and said, "I was scared to death, I thought..."

"What do you think? Do you think it's a ghost?" Zhong Qiu hung his clothes aside, imitating the way the zombies in the movie raised their arms, and jumped in front of Fu Ying step by step.

"Is it like this?"

Fu Ying corrected him: "You are a zombie, not a ghost."

"What's the difference, it's not a living thing anyway." He pushed Fu Ying's wheelchair back to the master bedroom, stretched out his hand to put him on the bed and covered him with a quilt.

It was rare to see a bit of obedience on the neighbor's face, Zhong Qiu sat on the edge of the bed scratching his chin, paused and said, "We have known since childhood that there are no ghosts in this world."

Fu Ying looked at him for a while, then looked at the ceiling and murmured: "I know, it's just that there will be a little bit at night..."

"Even if there are ghosts, they used to be living people, and there are relatives who are still alive. At most, they should look at their relatives, and they should not hurt people casually." Zhong Qiu said.

Fu Ying paused, looked at Zhong Qiu and asked, "Should?"

"I don't dare to guarantee this kind of thing." Zhong Qiu laughed, and suddenly heard the people around him whisper: "If there is a ghost, then my sister must be by my side now."

Fu Ying rubbed her eyes and yawned: "Maybe that voice is not from the wind, but from her nonsense?"

"Maybe it's not your sister, maybe it's my mother, she loves these teasing things the most." Zhong Qiu laughed and said softly: "Go to sleep, no matter what it is, now you can only take it as rumors gone."

He covered his little neighbor's eyes with his hand, yawned himself, and said vaguely, "I have to get up for a meeting tomorrow, so I need to set two more alarm clocks."

Fu Ying smiled: "Then I'll get up earlier too."

Zhong Qiu responded, got up and closed the door for Fu Ying.

The relaxation after the tension made Fu Ying fall asleep quickly, without a dream all night.

After waking up the next morning, he sat on the bed for a while before getting out of the wheelchair. As soon as he opened the door, he saw Zhong Qiu sitting on the sofa with earphones on, looking at the computer on the coffee table with a serious face.

"Okay, I see." After Zhong Qiu finished speaking, he turned to look at Fu Ying, a smile appeared on his face, and his voice softened a little: "Are you awake?"

Fu Ying suddenly raised her heart and fell back to the original place. It turned out that she was in a video conference, not because she found that something had been copied.

"Toothbrush and cup are ready for you, and breakfast is on the table." Zhong Qiu pointed to the dining table at one side, and said, "I haven't finished the meeting here, so you eat first."

Fu Ying responded, and rolled the wheelchair to the bathroom to wash up.

When he finished packing and came out, Zhong Qiu's meeting had just ended.He got up, walked to the dining table and sat down, stretched his waist first, then sighed and said, "I'm going to be exhausted when I wake up early in the morning for a meeting."

Only then did Fu Ying realize that he had a shirt and tie on his upper body, but his body was wearing pajama pants, so she couldn't help laughing.

He was about to speak when he heard a knock on the door.

Chang Er's calling voice came from outside, Zhong Qiu quickly got up and opened the door.

Standing at the door reeking of alcohol, Chang Er yelled "Brother, I'm sorry for you" when he saw Fu Ying, which made Fu Ying startled, and quickly asked, "What's wrong?"

"I lost your key." Chang Er's succinct words made people's expressions change immediately.

Before Fu Ying could say anything, Zhong Qiu pressed his shoulder first: "Don't worry about getting angry, it's just that the key is lost. The property here is good, and it's hard for strangers to come in. After dinner, I'll contact the lock changing company for you. Just change the door at that time."

The author says:

Zhong Qiu: Sorry, I really fell asleep this time.

Fu Ying: Whenever I do something wrong, I am most afraid of ghosts knocking on the door.