i think my neighbor is gay

I don't think my neighbor is a decent guy. He looks like a drug addict. He stands there like a bamboo pole. He doesn't look like he has any muscles. I really don't want to call him a man.

He often stays out at night, and he doesn’t know where to fool around. The dark circles on his face are bigger than his eyes, as deep as a panda, but his appearance is far less cute than a panda. He looks like he is about to fall down at any time. On the road, I have to worry about whether he will be blown away by the wind.

That guy would often go out suddenly in the middle of the night. Who knows if he went to the hospital for emergency treatment, but judging by his appearance, he seemed to be a frequent visitor to the hospital.

Sick, weak, wilted, that's all I know of him, and I've barely spoken to him since he moved here.

Oh yes, I haven't introduced myself yet, I'm sorry.

My name is, I live in Washington, and I am a sophomore in my sophomore year. My current source of income is collecting rent. My parents left me several houses before they passed away, including the apartment in the city center where I live now and the rent next door. out of the house.

That's right, I'm that guy's landlord, and if the previous tenant hadn't just left and he offered a good price, I wouldn't want to rent to him.

But he looks sick and crooked, I am not at all worried that his existence will bring any threat to my safety, after all, I was listed on the SHIELD list anyway, and I still have the ability to protect myself some.

Speaking of this, I am really helpless. My parents are normal people, but I awakened some hellish ability when I was an adult. The skill is to catch a sword with an empty hand.

The process of performing gong is almost like I attach spiritual power to my hands, and then my hands can become more steel than steel, and I can break a few bricks with my bare hands. At this point, I can live well by relying on rent, why do I need this?

But I have to say that after having the ability, it is much more convenient for me to cut vegetables, and it is also much more convenient to sharpen the knife. I don't even need a whetstone, I just need to sharpen it with my hands.

Also because of this ability, I hardly dare to go to any party because I can't drink very well, for fear that if I get drunk, I will break someone's table.

Of course I also have friends, but most of them are on the Internet. Everyone will make me more unscrupulous through the screen. After all, even if I tell them that I can catch a sword with bare hands, no one will believe it, even if I hacked my desk while typing. table corner.

Of course, not everyone knows how awesome I am. Sometimes if I don’t go for trouble, trouble will always come to me, especially in such a country where gun ownership is legal, it is very normal to have some problems, just Even my room has a gun safe that my dad used to fight a man with a knife when I was a kid.

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Once I came home a little late for an experiment class. In order to get home earlier and take a bath, I took a shortcut. Even in a bustling area like Washington, there are always some dark paths. After all, the dark path is always not as comfortable as the big road.

I didn't expect that something would happen when I walked once in a while.

I have been robbed.

If you ask me, robbery is really a low-level action, as long as you have a knife, you don't need much skill or courage. This man actually robs women, he is really a coward.

The light on the path is broken, and no one has come to fix it. The weather is bad tonight. The man seems to be wearing a hooded suit. I can’t see his face clearly at all. I can only see his hands that look like holding a knife.

I don't know if it's because he's not proficient in business or what. His voice trembled slightly, but it sounded like he was a little nervous: "Take out the money!"

"Coward! What's the point of robbery!" I yelled to attract his attention while taking out the pepper spray from my bag and spraying it directly on his face. Water works great, but for some reason it didn't work this time.

Instead of lying down screaming, the robber was irritated by me, grabbed my shoulder with one hand, and stabbed me with a knife in the other.

This is the first time for me to use this ability on others, but I have already experienced the power of my hands on the chopping board. The first time I was always a little nervous, but more excited, my hands seemed to tremble slightly. I took a deep breath, reached out and accurately grasped the knife in the opponent's hand.

In cutting meat many times, I know very well how to concentrate my attention quickly. My eyes are fixed on the knife, which can make my concentration more concentrated. It takes less than five seconds before and after. , the knife broke in two from the handle.

I quickly raised my foot to step on the fallen blade.

I breathed a sigh of relief and looked up at the man, so close that I could finally see him - he might be more than just a rookie mugger.

He wore a black mask on his face, and the eyes were slightly reflective. I guess it was made of plastic or glass. No wonder my pepper water didn't do him any harm.

It was just a glimpse, and he quickly turned his head, a little panicked, supported his mask, turned and ran wildly.

Watching him quickly disappear into the darkness, my heartbeat speeded up a lot in hindsight, and subdued a robber by myself, no matter how I think about this kind of thing, I feel proud, at least I know my ability It's not just about chopping vegetables.

I can do more and better.

Of course I didn't forget to call 911 and tell them I had come across a masked mugger wearing a black hoodie with the hood over his head.

The sweet voice of the 911 operator made my heartbeat gradually return to normal. I took my bag and walked home slowly. My legs were still a little weak along the way, but my spirit was abnormally excited.

I thought it was over like this, but the next day I knew I was wrong.

Because I was too excited the night before, I didn't sleep well, and I didn't feel in the mood to make breakfast when I got up in the morning. I just made some bread and gnawed it as breakfast. I was about to go out when my doorbell suddenly rang .

I'm rarely approached. The last time someone rang the doorbell it was a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent who came to warn me, and I don't know who it was this time.

I looked through the cat's eyes with a piece of bread in my mouth. There were two police officers standing outside. One was older, and the other seemed to have just entered the police station.

A statement about last night's robbery, perhaps?

I bit the bread and opened the door with some doubts. I didn't expect the young police officer to see me. The first sentence was: "Miss, can you describe the person you met last night in detail? We suspect that you saw The man who has committed many crimes in Washington recently."

... Damn it's a bit scary early in the morning!