A story about a thief!

I saw a news story this morning about a thief who stole something from a house, but found nothing valuable. So the thief angrily left a message on the wall: Nothing, Uncle Li is very angry!

Reminds me of a story. A girl from other places came to Shenyang to work and rented a house by herself. One day, I came home and found that my home had been burglarized. But how can a little girl who is just starting out in society have any savings or valuable things? As usual, the thief didn't steal anything. He was so angry that he left a message on the wall: Keep someone at home next time! !

Haha, thieves nowadays seem to love leaving messages!

There is another story. A high-end new community where colleagues live. All units in the unit have anti-theft doors and anti-theft windows installed, except for one unit. He is probably also a poor person, the details are unknown. As a result, haha, the thief stole all the houses in this unit that had security doors and security windows installed! Only the house without a security door was left, and a note was posted on the door of that house: Don't worry about me, and I'll trust you too!

Haha, it turns out this group has such a sense of humor now! !

For the first time, I came home from the night shift. It was already very late. I was washing myself in the bathroom when I suddenly heard a movement at the door. It seemed like someone was picking my lock at the door. So I shouted: "Who are you doing?" Who knew that the thief replied at the door: "What are you doing if you don't go to bed so late?" After that there was no sound. I was at a loss...

The second time, I was resting at home during the day and was surfing the Internet. Suddenly I heard a sound coming from the kitchen. I walked over gently and took a look. It turned out to be a thief. My security doors and windows. I pulled out a kitchen knife and walked over to him and said, "What are you going to do? If you don't leave, I will call the police." The thief put away the tool calmly, and then said to me: "You are sick, there is someone at home." , make a sound! I have been busy for a long time." Then he turned and left. I couldn't laugh or cry...

The third time, I was walking alone on the street, and a little boy of fifteen or six years old took out my pocket. I turned to him and said: Kid, what are you taking out? . "Nonsense, of course it's money," the child replied. I saw that he was a child, so I scared him and said, "I don't have money, so you don't have to pay for it anymore, or I will send you to the police station." The child glared at me and said, "You have no money, so why are you being so mean?" he said. He left in a huff, and I was so angry that I couldn't speak!

For the fourth time, I felt itchy in my waist on the bus, as if my underwear string was broken, but I didn’t pay attention. When I got off the bus, I heard someone in the car say: "What are you doing! The money is sewn It has to be so strong, and it’s still attached to underwear. How can I take it out at the mall?”

The fifth time, when I came back from a business trip, I just got off the train and found that the zipper of the bag was unzipped. When I opened it, the information was still there. However, there are a few rows of words written by the thief in the blank space of the document: Such a beautiful bag, if there is no money in it, why should you show off if you don’t have money? What a waste of my feelings!

Not long ago, a friend gave me a Pekingese puppy named Lele. This puppy is pure white and is very hygienic. It never urinates anywhere at home. Every time it is urgent, It would bark twice in advance and then urinate into the tray I prepared for him, which saved a lot of trouble. On Sunday morning, I took Lele to the bank. Just after withdrawing money in the lobby, "Woof woof..." Lele suddenly shouted at me. I know it's about to happen again. Although this is not our home, we must abide by social ethics! In a hurry, I quickly took out the newspaper I just bought at the newsstand for Lele's convenience. Lele got her wish and took a break. After it was done, I carefully wrapped the pile of rubbish into a paper bag with newspapers. I held it in one hand and led Lele out with the other hand, preparing to throw it into the trash can on the street. As soon as I walked to the side of the road, I heard a "quacking" sound and a motorcycle braked suddenly and stopped beside me. Just when I was in a daze, the young man wearing sunglasses sitting in the back seat snatched the paper bag from my hand, and with a strong roar of the motor, the motorcycle sped away. I stood on the roadside for a long time without waking up.

I vaguely heard a few passers-by who had just witnessed this scene talking in low voices: "This guy is really unlucky. He was robbed as soon as he walked out of the bank... How many thousands are there?"