[BL, MTL] The Delicate Beauty Gets Hounded by the Paranoid (Quick Wear)

Chapter 11: Strange Neighbor (11)

Pressing the last keyboard key to upload today's novel update, Song Yanchen, who had been busy all day, heaved a sigh of relief.

He was still a little absent-minded throughout the day, and lost his mind several times during the writing process.

The encounters during this period always made him feel a sense of illusion.

Song Yanchen looked down at the hickey marks that could be seen everywhere on his arms, his face was slightly hot, and he quickly picked up the water glass and took a sip of water.

Thinking of the crisis situation yesterday, Song Yanchen couldn't help feeling a little scared.

Especially early this morning, he saw through the window that there were policemen coming and going across the street.

Just as Song Yanchen was thinking wildly, his cell phone suddenly rang "ding ding ding ding".

Song Yanchen picked up the phone and glanced at the number, -----Although it was an unfamiliar call, the phone indicated that it was a courier company.

He was taken aback for a moment, hesitated for a moment, and chose to answer the phone.

"Hello, is this Mr. Song?"

Song Yanchen was stunned, "It's me."

"You have a courier delivered to the courier point, please come and pick it up when you have time."

Song Yanchen looked puzzled.

What express? He hasn't bought anything at all lately.

After hesitating for a moment, Song Yanchen quickly agreed, "Yeah, okay."

After speaking, Song Yanchen stared at the phone in a daze.

Strange, he didn't buy anything, why would there be a strange delivery?

Thinking of this, Song Yanchen thought of the bouquet of roses of unknown origin.

When he woke up in the middle of the night, he found that the bouquet that had been placed on the coffee table had mysteriously disappeared.

At that moment, Song Yanchen suddenly realized that the bouquet of flowers was not given by that pervert.

So...

Song Yanchen looked down at the phone screen, his expression lost in thought.

Could this courier and that bunch of flowers be the same person?

Song Yanchen hesitated for a moment.

Finally, he took a deep breath and decided to go and see what it was.

As soon as Song Yanchen went out, a man in a windbreaker and a hat came out of the corner of the stairs abruptly. The faint and pale light outside the window shone on him, and the dark light of a hunter shone in his eyes.

The man silently stared at Song Yanchen's leaving back, his eyes seemed to be full of Polish affectionate verses, with misty drunkenness, the dim light shone on his body, making his facial features look a bit blurred.

Slowly, the man's thin and pale lips hooked almost imperceptibly, and he seemed to be holding some kind of lockpicking tool in his hand, and walked towards Song Yanchen's room expressionlessly.

At the same time, a black figure watched all this silently, silently staring at the man's complacent expression, and silently followed Song Yanchen's leaving footsteps.

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"Your courier is too big, it's left outside the door, go get it yourself."

Song Yanchen froze for a moment, nodded hurriedly and turned around, and the confusion in his heart became more and more serious.

According to the prompt, Song Yanchen saw the courier who was about his height at a glance.

And when he saw the courier, his right eyelid twitched slightly, with an inexplicable sense of foreboding.

He stepped forward and glanced at the information on his barcode.

[Sender: None

Recipient: Song Yanchen]

Song Yanchen's expression became more and more unnatural, and his heartbeat began to speed up.

who is it? Why do you know his phone number and address?

Not only that, but the courier in front of you is even taller than Song Yanchen. The size and height are completely a size that can be hidden in a living person, and the key information of the courier is hidden by various rice characters on the receiving information. It depends entirely on you. I can't figure out what this is.

Song Yanchen became more and more flustered, and looked back at the owner of the courier station, "Boss, when did this delivery come?" The

boss glanced at him, then continued to work on his own affairs with his head lowered, and said calmly, "It was early this morning. Well, it was placed directly at the door of the courier station, and I don't know which courier delivered it."

Song Yanchen took a deep breath, struggled for a while, and decided to take the things back first.

I thought the things should be heavy, but Song Yanchen was a little surprised that the things were so light when he started to carry them.

Such a large express delivery is estimated to only weigh the weight of a cardboard box.

Thinking of this, Song Yanchen immediately felt that something was wrong, and hastily took the sharp knife of the courier station and cut open the carton, wanting to find out.

As soon as the express box was opened, Song Yanchen's expression became completely unnatural.

It turned out to be a box of green raffia, and I dug it out with my hands, but there was nothing hidden.

"......" Song Yanchen stayed where he was, in a dilemma.

Who the hell sent it to him?

Raffia? Why raffia?

What is the purpose of giving him raffia?

Now, whether to take the courier home or not has become Song Yanchen's problem.

After deliberating for a moment, Song Yanchen wrapped the express delivery with tape again, took out his mobile phone and took a picture of the express delivery slip.

Ca n't find the logistics...

Song Yanchen's heart skipped a beat, and he became more and more confused.

A sense of uncertainty and tension of being watched by others began to ferment in his brain.

Who is it? ......

and so on.

Song Yanchen's gaze slowly fell over the courier station.

There is monitoring here!

After negotiation, Song Yanchen sat tremblingly in front of the computer, waiting anxiously for his answer.

Seeing that the monitoring time was constantly adjusted backwards, Song Yanchen seemed to have noticed something, his eyelids twitched suddenly, and he almost shouted in a panicked tone, "Wait!" The

boss paused, and quickly followed his instructions.

"That's the position just now, yes, step back a little more."

Song Yanchen's heart was beating wildly, his lips began to tremble, and the blood on his face faded.

"It's here!" Song Yanchen's tone was slightly raised, his voice trembling.

After seeing clearly who the man in the picture was, Song Yanchen also shivered in response, his back was covered in cold sweat for no reason, and his whole body trembled, an indescribable sense of terror swept over him like a hurricane his whole body.

It was the man in the windbreaker who helped him when he met the security guard last time...

Hei Ying looked at his lover's pale face, and silently traced the outline of his face.

Only I love you the most...

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The man's greedy eyes kept shooting at Song Yanchen's room, and his expression also showed a hint of intoxication and obsession that could not be suppressed.

He walked slowly, walked to the bed where Song Yanchen had slept, his eyes were shining, then he couldn't help lying on his side, and buried his head in the pillow.

At this moment, the man closed his eyes as if narcissistic, like an exaggerated actor in a theater, his palms were constantly stroking the bed, as if feeling the body temperature and traces of the person who had been lying there.

The man took a deep breath, like a patient who had taken some kind of addictive food, and showed a frantic expression.

Slowly, he stood up again, picked up a few strands of hair belonging to Song Yanchen under the sheet, and stuffed them into the plastic bag he had prepared.

Then the micro-monitors and bugs that had been prepared earlier were installed one by one.

My dear baby...... I

don't know how long it took, everything was restored, and the man walked out of the room with the same expressionless face as when he came, and hid in the compartment at the stairs. Waiting for the fish to come home

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one On the way, Song Yanchen, who was in a hurry, rushed to his home full of worries.

An indescribable sense of panic kept converging in his brain, as if something terribly thoughtful had taken root in his heart.

As soon as he climbed up to the fourth floor, Song Yanchen suddenly bumped into that ironic but slightly wretched familiar face, the security guard he had seen before.

The security guard leaned on the window sill of the mezzanine window with one hand, lowered his head, held a cigarette in his hand, and sucked it intoxicated.

The moment Song Yanchen appeared, the security guard looked at him from the corner of his eye, the hand holding the cigarette paused slightly, the eyes that had been squinted into a slit suddenly enlarged, and the eyeballs also rolled up and down.

He suddenly licked his lower lip, showing a malicious smile, his eyes fixed on Song Yanchen's buttocks, bursting out with an extremely indescribable light, "...It's you. ..."

As he said that, he looked at Song Yanchen's whole body with a playful look, and said with a smack of his tongue, "...So you are really a man..."

"... ..." Song Yanchen, who was already in a state of confusion, suddenly tightened his heart, immediately lowered his head, pretended to be calm and pretended not to know the other party, quickened his pace, and was about to pass the other party upstairs.

The security guard picked his ear with his little finger, his eyes were frivolous and naked, and he stared at Song Yanchen's back with mischievous eyebrows. Seeing his quickening pace, he let go of his hand leaning against the wall, immediately whistled and let out a smirk. Hearing the security guard's voice, Song Yanchen shrank his shoulders slightly, his face

became

paler and more ugly, and his footsteps not only Instead of slowing down, he ran faster and faster.

The security guard stared at the round part and sighed, "It's so upturned..."

Tsk tsk...

This time there was no other person in the way last time, such a good opportunity, naturally the security guard would not let go.

Thinking of this, the security guard took a sharp puff of cigarette, inhaled the last puff of cigarette into his nasal cavity, then snuffed out the cigarette butt in his hand, intending to follow.

"Hey! Don't run away! Do you want to chat with my uncle for a while!"

Hearing the shout behind him, Song Yanchen turned his head abruptly, and suddenly realized that the other party was following up again, running faster and faster.

The security guard let out a heck and hurriedly followed, but he didn't notice that at this moment, a deep shadow was cast on his body, as if the shadow of something was slowly reflected on it.

It was as if someone was dragging his waist with something, and he was panting after walking a few steps.

Song Yanchen hurriedly took advantage of the short gap of throwing away the other party, and quickly ran back to the thirteenth floor, tremblingly took out the key, opened the door, and rushed in.

His body was still shaking uncontrollably, and his heart couldn't beat wildly.

The security guard who was thrown far away walked to the thirteenth floor panting, looked around, and cursed in a low voice.

"Fuck, I lost it."

At this moment, a gloomy black figure walked down from the fourteenth floor expressionlessly. twice.

He stared at the security guard, his eyes sank slightly, his teeth were clenched suddenly, and even his hands were clenched into fists.

how dare you!!!

The security guard leaning against the wall panted for breath when he saw the other party, his pupils trembled, as if being stared at by an evil beast, and a nameless coolness shot up behind him.

"You......

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The author has something to say: A

certain ghost: Thank you for the invitation, you are sitting at home, the green hat Come from the sky.

A certain white: "Strange Neighbor" plus a small cookie episode has only 19 chapters (I beg everyone to comment more, don't fatten up, woo woo woo, everyone's feedback is good, I can't tell if I'm not sure, I'll explode more, woo woooo)