After being the first to leave the tea party, Abby did not go back to her home. Instead, she went straight to apartment number 1 downstairs, approached the pot of cat sunflower at the door, and reached out to grab one of the feet of the posthuman who played the role of the cat sunflower.
Of course, she had to pretend that it was not the foot of the cat sunflower.
The potted cat sunflower didn't seem to be very happy, but Abby didn't care. She rummaged around under his feet and even lifted up his robe. Finally, she found the key that was under his heel. Roast Meat Hu probably knew that his alcohol-soaked mind was not very reliable, so he deliberately left a spare key here. Abby was able to find it purely by luck.
She picked up the key, put it in her trouser pocket, and listened quietly for a while.
The other residents on the first floor had not yet returned from Y'lisabet's house. Goldie was really not in good spirits. It seemed to really believe Y'lisabet and refused to leave. Ah Hei could only wait. The pair of female college students seemed to be going to Mr. Guan's house and would not be back for a while.
In other words, she could only put her hopes on Miss Chen.
After waiting for a while, she finally heard the door of apartment number 6 open. Granny Pinker's voice rang out intermittently. After saying goodbye, Miss Chen's slow footsteps could be heard. She was walking slowly toward the stairs. Abby waited until she could vaguely see Miss Chen's two feet before she took out the key from her pocket and was about to open the door. When Miss Chen's footsteps suddenly stopped on the stairs, she knew that the old lady had seen her.
She inserted the key into the keyhole on the door of apartment number 1 and called out sweetly, "Brother Hu? It's me, Abby. "
Miss Chen still stood on the stairs without saying a word. Although from Abby's point of view, she could not see the old lady if she did not look back, she could feel the other party's eyes glued to her back. Old ladies were always good things, especially this kind of thing between a man and a woman.
After entering the living room, Abby closed the door behind her as quietly as possible, cutting off Miss Chen's gaze. Although Y'lisabet was not a serious person, the tea party had helped her a lot. When someone asked her how she was doing, Abby smiled and replied that although her latest boyfriend was a little rude and liked to drink, he was actually very nice to her. She was very happy.
Even if the neighbors hadn't connected her boyfriend with BBQ HU at that time, they should have understood everything after Miss Chen saw her enter apartment number 1. How long would it take for this gossip to spread?
The living room of the Barbecue Man's house had not been ventilated for a long time. It was heavy and stuffy, and the thick stench of alcohol that had accumulated over the years seeped into the nostrils, pores, ears, and eyes like sewage. Bang! The door of Miss Chen's apartment was slammed shut. The sound seemed to have awakened Abby from her silence. She started walking again and looked around the apartment. Sure enough, she found the drunk BBQ Hu lying on the floor of the bathroom.
After confirming that he would not wake up anytime soon, Abby left him on the floor. She walked into the living room and opened the window to let in some fresh air. According to the introduction in the character's handbook, ever since she found out that BBQ Hu had the habit of hiding his keys under the cat's sunflower pot, she had entered the apartment two or three times when he was drunk. She was very familiar with the interior of the apartment.
She walked into the kitchen and dug out a bag of apples from the fridge. She washed one for herself and ate it. Amidst the crunching sounds of the apple, there was also the muffled snoring of Roasted Meat Hu. It was like the background music that would play every time she visited. In the following period of time, Miss Chen would probably keep an eye on apartment number 1. She could not go out too early. After all, they were lovers. How could they leave after just one meeting?
Abby ate the apple and watched TV for a while. Less than thirty minutes had passed. BBQ Hu would not wake up if he did not sleep for a few hours, so there was no need to worry about him. However, she was really bored. She decided to go through BBQ Hu's cabinet and drawers.
This time, she found a small surprise. There was a pile of coins and change in a corner of the TV cabinet. She counted them and put them all into her pocket. As a result, when she moved, there was a rustling sound.
When she sat back down on the sofa, she vaguely heard the sound of music. Following the sound, she found Barbecue Hu's mobile phone, which was wedged between the cushions of the chair, buzzing. A series of messages from "A-Ting" had been poured into the phone.
"You called me again after you got drunk last night. I told you not to call me again." The message lit up on the screen. From the tone, it seemed that the sender was very annoyed.
"We are divorced. Isn't it better to live our own lives?" A-Ting was her ex-wife.
"If you continue to drink like this, your body will be ruined. Although we are divorced, don't you want to find a suitable person to get married and have children with … "The message was longer, and some of it was hidden.
She did not expect Barbecue Hu to be the kind of person who could not forget his ex-wife. Ai Bi was very interested in what he had to say, but unfortunately, her phone was locked. She thought that even though no one would be able to see it, it was better not to leave the message. She grabbed her phone and went into the bathroom.
As soon as she entered the door, she almost fell down from the smell of alcohol. Her nose was soon defeated. After being smoked, she felt much better. Abby looked at herself in the mirror, put on a little lipstick, squatted down, and pointed the phone at BBQ Hu's face. Perhaps because her face was a little distorted when she was lying down, she tried a few times before she finally opened BBQ Hu's phone.
She opened the communication history between BBQ Hu and A-Ting and deleted all the messages. Then, she entered the address book and changed A-Ting's cell phone number to her own. This way, the next time BBQ Hu was drunk, he would call her, and all the messages would be sent to her. As long as she did not answer the phone and tried to imitate A-Ting's tone when she sent messages, it would be very difficult for BBQ Hu to find out.
Abby tried to send a message to BBQ Hu's phone.
"I got a call from you yesterday," she typed. "Is what you said true? I was very happy to hear it. "
Without thinking too much, as if she knew what to do, she picked up the phone that had just received her message and replied, "Of course, I have been thinking about you."
"Me too, I miss you very much." Abby replied with her own phone, "Why don't you let me tell everyone that we are together?"
"Dating is a private matter, and I don't like to tell others about it. You didn't tell anyone, right? Don't tell anyone, especially the neighbors. "
Abby chatted with herself for a while, and soon the two phones were filled with dozens of messages. It really looked like two people who were passionately in love. She was not sure if BBQ Hu would review the communication records with his ex-wife when he was free. This person was drunk all year round and was always delirious. Who knew what he would do? However, when she thought that everything would be over if she was found out, she still chose to delete more than half of the messages.
It didn't matter. Anyway, when she died, the police and neighbors would check her phone, not BBQ Hu's.
As Abby thought about it, she messed up her hair. She wiped off a finger of the lipstick she had just applied, leaving a red mark on her lips, as if she had just kissed someone. She opened the door and paid special attention to Miss Chen's apartment. Seeing that there was no shadow under the door and the curtains were tightly closed, she quietly slid the key in her sleeve into the pot when she walked past the cat sunflower at the door.
"Don't tell on me," she said. She gently touched the leaves of the cat sunflower and smiled. "The next time I come, your owner will quarrel with me."
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