Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder Locked the Door for 30 Steps, and the Perverted Neighbor Cried Anxiously While Holding the Key

I have severe obsessive-compulsive disorder. Before going out, I have to pull on the door 30 times to make sure it is locked. The enthusiastic older brother across the street always laughs at me and says that the community has good security, so there is no need to be so nervous. One day I was in a hurry when I went out, so I pooped twenty-nine times and then left. I turned back halfway and saw the enthusiastic brother opening my door with the spare key. He was holding a big bag that was still dripping blood, with a weird smile on his face. I turned around and hid in the corner of the corridor to call the police. Want to enter my house? Let me first count how many locks I have locked.