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Chapter 1 Strange Things
Have you ever received a lot of money for no reason?I have.

My name is Le Ling, a cute single female office worker.

This matter has to start from the first day I moved into the new house.

That night, when I came home from get off work, I saw a box at the door of my room. I thought it was given to me by someone, so I took the box into the house without thinking much.

I didn't bother with it at first, I went to take a shower first, and then I opened it, and found that there were stacks of brand new Grandpa Mao inside.

I was dumbfounded on the spot. Someone sent so much money to the wrong place.

I counted them carefully, and there are 24 stacks in total, which is 24.

Although so much money is very exciting, if someone sends it to the wrong person, it will not be mine after all. The person who gave the money will definitely come back and get the money back. The person who took the money came back to collect it.

But when I came home from get off work the next night, I saw an identical box at the door of the room. It was still Grandpa Mao, and it was the same amount of 24!

Now I can't calm down anymore. It's understandable to send the wrong money once, but if I send the wrong money twice in a row, what's the brain of the person who sent the money?But if it was given to me, who would it be?I remember that I have no rich second-generation friends, and no rich second-generation pursues me.

I thought about this all night, and the more I thought about it, the more strange I felt. I didn’t fall asleep all night. When I went to work the next day, I had two big dark circles under my eyes. A few close colleagues saw that I was not in the right state, and asked me what happened. Yes, I will tell you about it.

Colleagues agreed that I was lucky, and said that it might be that a rich second generation secretly fell in love with me and secretly sent me money, and persuaded me to accept the money, and maybe the rich second generation would show up automatically in the end.

But I felt that this matter was not that simple, and I was a little restless when I went home at night.

But when I went home that night, there was no box at the door, and there was no box for the next two days, and no one came to ask for the money back.

But on the morning of the fourth day, things changed.

It was Saturday, a day off, just like the usual day off, I slept late in the house, but a knock on the door woke me up.

I was so angry that I rushed to the living room and opened the door. When I was about to shout outside, I found that the outside was empty and there was no one. The strange thing was that there was a strong smell of burning paper in the air. Someone burned paper at my door.

I subconsciously looked towards the door, but saw another box appeared beside the door, and this time there was still a photo on the box.

It was a half-length photo of a young man in a neat suit, and he was quite handsome, more handsome than any man I had ever seen.

I immediately woke up, could it be that the man in the photo was the one who gave money these few times?

I took the photo and the box into the house with doubts, and as expected, there were still 24 Mao Zedong in the box.

But my attention was no longer on the money, I just kept staring and looking at the man in the photo.

Such a handsome man, why are you secretly giving me money? If you are interested in me, just ask me to meet. I don't mind a promise.

But he didn't show up, and I had no choice but to pick up the money box and walk into the utility room.

Originally this utility room was a bedroom, but I rented the whole suite and turned this room into a utility room, and I put the other two boxes in the corner of the utility room.

But this time when I leaned over to put the box, I somehow felt that there was someone behind me, but when I looked back, it was nothing.

It seems to be an illusion.

From that day on, there was no box containing money at the door of the room again, but it was also from this day on that I couldn't sleep very well every night.

Originally, I was a very quiet sleeper and didn't have many dreams, but since that day, I have all kinds of erotic dreams every night.In my dream, there will always be a man climbing onto my bed, caressing and whispering to me, and asking with his hands up and down.

This kind of dream feels very real, although it is difficult to talk about it, but it makes people reluctant to part with it.

Due to having such erotic dreams every night, my spirit became worse every day, the dark circles under my eyes became deeper and deeper, and the complexion of my skin became worse and worse.

When I got off work this evening, my colleagues saw me like this and asked me what happened.

I told about my erotic dream.

They laughed and said that I wanted a man, and asked me to find out the mysterious rich second generation who gave me money as soon as possible, and make a promise with my body to solve my physical needs.

I just smiled, packed my things and went back without saying anything.

I got off work a little earlier than usual today, and I was thinking about how to make a good night, but as soon as I entered the door, I heard the sound of splashing water, which came from the bathroom, as if someone was taking a bath!
I was startled, I live alone, who will take a shower in my room?

Could it be that the landlord came to borrow the bathroom?

As far as my landlord is concerned, he is a wretched uncle. When he first moved here, he was looking at me randomly. He would definitely come to my place to borrow the bathroom to take a shower without my consent.

So a burst of anger rose to my heart, I walked over quickly, slapped the bathroom door heavily, and shouted a few times inside.

The sound of water inside stopped suddenly, but no one responded.

I wanted to knock on the door, but then the door opened by itself, and then I saw that it was empty, there was no one at all.

I was stunned, what's going on?

Is it an illusion?But the unwashed water on the floor suggested that this couldn't be an illusion.

Of course, maybe the shower head is broken and leaking water.

Get someone to look at it tomorrow.

Thinking about it this way, what should I do?

The next day was another Saturday. Due to the erotic dream at night, I couldn't sleep. After contacting the repairman to change the nozzle for me, I went out to find friends to play and didn't come back until night.

And when I went upstairs, I saw a woman dressed in jewels carrying a large bag that seemed to contain a basin sneakily running downstairs. When I met me, I panicked and almost fell down the stairs. But he ran downstairs as if fleeing.

It was really inexplicable, I didn't care too much, I just went upstairs, but when I got to the door of my room, I smelled a smell of burning paper again.

Fuck, someone is burning paper at my door again, what are you doing, my old lady is not dead.

Looks like I'll have to talk to the landlord about it.

After cursing a few times in my heart, I opened the door and entered the room, but at this moment, there was another sound of splashing water in the bathroom.

I was taken aback for a moment. I just had someone change the nozzle this morning. It couldn’t be that the nozzle was broken and leaking water. There must be someone in the bathroom!
(End of this chapter)