I ordered fresh milk to nourish my stomach, but I only drank it five times in six months, and the rest was quietly taken away by the aunt next door. I secretly installed a camera, and I saw her wearing a mask every time and moving the milk skillfully. I deliberately got up before dawn and squatted there, but I didn't expect her to be earlier than me. At my wits' end, I simply changed the order to cash on delivery, fully expecting to be able to cure her. Unexpectedly, seven days later, the property manager came to the door with a frown and handed me a piece of paper. The four words on it made me petrified on the spot.
