Chapter 2 — Don't Open The Door At 2 A.M

I replied: "Then please record it. If it appears again in the future, I will directly report it to the police." The housekeeper immediately sent: “Yes yes.” The next morning, before going to work, I deliberately placed the white ceramic plate on the outside of the shoe cabinet. Inside were a one-yuan coin and an expired access card. After closing, I didn't leave immediately. I stood in the stairwell, listening to the elevator go up and down. The eighth floor is very quiet. Seventeen minutes past nine, the camera announcement popped out. Someone rang my doorbell. I opened the video. In the picture is a food delivery worker, holding a glass of milk tea. "Hello, is anyone home?" He knocked on the door twice. I turned on the mic and asked: "Who ordered that?" The food delivery staff froze for a moment, raised his head to look at the door. "The last number is six eight three two, Ms. Duong, note that it is placed in front of the door." I said: "I did not order, please call to confirm." The food delivery staff bowed his head and called. A few seconds later, he said: "She said she delivered it to the wrong address, so she told me to take it away." I asked, “Can you show me her phone number?” The food delivery staff was a bit awkward. "The platform does not allow disclosure." I said: "Then take a screenshot of the order and send it to the management, saying this address was used by someone else." The food delivery staff looked left and right, just wanting to go quickly. "Sister, I'm just an order delivery person." I didn't make things difficult for him anymore. After he carried the milk tea away, I also saved this part. Duong Ly is trying. Try to see if I'm home or not. Check to see if there are new items in front of the door. Let's see if I speak up or not. At noon, she appeared again in the group. "Ninh Ninh, I have an order that seems to have an old address. If you come, please pick it up for me." The broker replied: "Miss Duong, after checking out, remember to change the delivery address." Duong Ly sent a pitiful expression. "Forgot, I've been moving so chaotically lately." I replied: "I'll leave the goods at the management board." She immediately sent me a private message. "Why are you being so polite? I'll just pick it up myself." I looked at the screen. "You've already checked out, your access rights should also be cancelled." Half a minute later she answered. "Isn't that right, are you protecting me like that?" I said: "It's not about protecting you, it's about following the procedure." She sent a voice message, her voice was very low. "Ninh Ninh, we've been together for so long, you don't need to do something so desperate." I finished listening, my finger stopped at the edge of the phone. I never mentioned the key. But she said in advance that I was in love. There are some people who keep secrets in their hearts, but as soon as they open their mouths, their appearance is revealed. I replied: "List whatever you want, I'll leave it at the management board." She didn't answer anymore. At five o'clock in the afternoon, the building's housekeeper called me. "Hello, Ms. Duong just contacted me, saying she still has personal items at your place and wants to restore temporary access rights." I asked: "What did she say?" The housekeeper hesitated. "She didn't say this specifically, just said it quite urgently." I said: "Without my written confirmation, you cannot open it for her." The housekeeper quickly said: "Okay, we'll just confirm with you first." I hung up the phone, saving the call recording. After work, I don't go straight home. I went to the area's surveillance room, held my registration ID, and asked to see the video of the elevator door on the eighth floor last night. At first, the security guard didn't want to. "This must be approved by the manager." I showed him the video of the hand at the door. "Someone touched my door in the middle of the night, I live alone." His face changed, he picked up the walkie-talkie and called someone. The building manager, surnamed Luong, in his thirties, spoke very roundly. "We definitely take this seriously, but video extraction needs to comply with regulations." I said: "I won't copy it, just watch it on the spot." Manager Luong hesitated for a moment, then finally nodded.

The image flashed back to just after nine fifty minutes last night. The elevator door opens. Duong Ly walked out wearing a mask, phone in hand, and walked straight towards my door. She stopped in front of the door for thirteen seconds. Then she bowed her head and glanced in the direction of the shoe cabinet, then raised her hand to touch the crack in the door. I stood in front of the surveillance screen, my fingertips getting cold. Manager Luong said in a low voice: "This girl has indeed arrived." I asked: "Can I save it?" He said: "It can be kept temporarily." I watched Duong Ly on the screen turn and leave. Before entering the elevator, she turned her head to look at my door. That look was too familiar. Just like the day she checked out, standing at the mysterious gate, she turned around and said to remember to keep the key carefully. At ten o'clock in the evening, I arrived home. The door lock was still intact, but the doormat was moved half an inch by someone. I squatted down and lifted up the doormat. Below is a small square folded piece of paper. On the piece of paper there was only one line of writing. "Do you really think it's safe to change the lock?"04I held that piece of paper and squatted in the mysterious entrance for a long time. The paper was very thin, cut from the back of a convenience store cashier's receipt, with a small tear on the edge of the paper. The letters are written with a black gel pen, the strokes are very strong. The end of the last question mark almost punctured the surface of the paper. I didn't crumple the paper.