i think my neighbor is gay

I feel kind of scary.

A serial robber is one thing, a serial murderer is another.

"I..." I took the bread out of my mouth and said a little bit at a loss, "I thought it was just a robber."

I stared at them subconsciously, and saw the old police officer cast a reproachful look at the young man, and then looked at me gently: "Miss, don't worry, we will catch him."

"He... well, he was wearing a black hoodie, a hood, and a mask on his face. I told you all about it yesterday." , but this is the first time I have seen such a thing as a serial murderer!If I didn't realize it all of a sudden, I would have died there yesterday!

Ah, it's really scary!

"Is there anything more specific?" The young police officer looked at me with burning eyes, and the enthusiasm in his eyes made me feel terrible. I quickly thought about it again, and I remembered another detail: "His mask is black!"

"More specific!" The young police officer seemed a little agitated, holding a book in one hand and a pen in the other, waving and trying to get closer to me. I quickly took a step back, and the old policeman grabbed his hand. The arm calmed him down, and he looked at me politely: "I'm really sorry miss, this is his first case, so he's a little excited."

"It doesn't matter." I smiled uncomfortably, and moved back again, feeling that this young police officer's enthusiasm for his new job is simply outrageous!

Being so frightened by him, I remembered something again: "He looks half a head taller than me...I really can't remember the rest."

I made a gesture - height, but not very sure, after all the chaotic situation yesterday, I can remember that he is taller than me, which is already remarkable.

The old policeman held the young policeman's arm, and showed me a kind smile... No matter how kind you smile, it's useless!That young police officer next to you is really scary!Please don't ask this kind of person to meet the victim next time!It will cause secondary trauma!

I watched them enter the elevator, then quickly retracted my head and closed the door, concentrated on my hands, and waved my hands, as if I could hear the sound of a sharp weapon piercing the air, which felt a little powerful.

I have lived for 20 years, and I have met a serial killer. My mood at the moment is quite strange. Speaking of which, should I learn se kung fu?Heard it was great.

Looking at the half-eaten bread, I have no appetite now, so I just threw the bread in the trash can in the kitchen, and I plan to go to the cafe outside to buy some food to take to school. If I don’t go out now, I will be late.

I heard that this building is quite famous, but I don’t know where it is famous. There are only two households on the first floor, and they all use combination locks. It is very convenient to enter and exit, and there is no need to lock the door. The security system is excellent. It has not even been stolen since it was built.

The elevator soon arrived at my floor, and the dispirited face of the tenant next door appeared behind the elevator door. It looked like he had worked hard for several nights again, and the dark circles under his eyes seemed to be deeper. I really don't understand what this guy does all day.

He stood in the elevator and greeted me, and he couldn't help but covered his mouth and yawned: "Good morning, miss."

I turned my body sideways and let the elevator door open: "You can come out now, hurry up, I'm in a hurry."

He wrinkled his face, scratched his hair, and walked out of the elevator. I glanced at him. This guy was about a head taller than me. Looking at him from such a close distance, he seemed extremely thin.

I'm not used to being so close to others, so I took a step back and glanced at his face subconsciously. This guy looked very tired, with stubble on his chin, but he was still pouted slightly. mouth, frowning vigorously, brown eyes still a little dazed.

What is this, are you trying to be cute to me?

I snorted, walked into the elevator rubbing his shoulder, pressed the button for the first floor, and then stood in the elevator watching the guy walk slowly to my door and press the password, slowly walked in.

As soon as I walked to the door of the teaching building after class, I saw the two police officers who came to my house in the morning chatting with one of my teachers. The old police officers smiled kindly, and the young police officer with a bad temper looked very serious. I immediately had a bad feeling.

Sure enough, when the young police officer saw me, his eyes widened, and he looked more fierce than in the morning. I quickly turned around and walked against the flow of people in the other direction. He pushed through the crowd and called: "Miss! ! Don't go!"

The corridor was very noisy when class was over, but his yelling could still be heard clearly. His physical strength was more than a little better than mine, and he caught up with me after a while, grabbed my arm and said, "Wait a minute , please cooperate with our investigation."

"I've already said all I can say this morning! What do you want from me!" I shook my hand vigorously, but I didn't shake off the other party. I was a little impatient. The policeman's attitude towards me was really bad. Yes, I must complain!complaint!

The old police officer also followed up now, and apologized to me with a smile: "I'm really sorry, miss, it's like this, there is a new victim today, and you are the only survivor so far, so We would like to ask for your cooperation in the investigation."

I want to curse, this pair of police officers is both soft and hard, and they cooperate really well. If I can't see their tacit cooperation, I will be blind.

"What are you doing, what are you doing?" I rolled my eyes and pulled my hands vigorously, this time the young police officer finally let go, I crossed my arms and looked at the two of them unhappily, "Can I still refuse? Let's go."

The old police officer said sorry to me without any sincerity, and the young police officer followed me all the way into the police car.

The police car is actually nothing special. Although the seat inside is a little harder than that of a taxi, the scenery outside has not changed in any way. In short, this is not an interesting experience for me.

The old cop sat in the back seat with me, and the younger one sat in the co-pilot's seat and acted like I owed him $500 million the whole time, looking absolutely pissed off.

The old police officer has a very good attitude, but I have seen through their dangers and I don’t have a good impression of him at all. He may think that the atmosphere in the car is too dull. Halfway through the drive, he started to educate me about what bau is... I want to know what that bau thing does?I don't plan to be a police officer in the future.

When I got to the police station, I knew what he meant. The tenant of my house stood in the middle of the police station. His face, which was very sleepy in the morning, seemed to be more refreshed. When he saw me, it was the same as when I saw him. Surprised, he looked at me blankly, frowned deeply, the creases in the middle of his eyebrows were about to overflow, his face was full of bewilderment: "Miss, why are you here?"