Bian Ling bought a commercial house in a certain community. For convenience, he chose the second floor.
This convenience brought him a "catastrophe".
Bian Ling: Where is the dried fish I dried on the balcony? Where are the braised eggs I just bought yesterday? Why is my pillow still scratched?
In order to solve the mystery, he stayed up most of the night and squatted on the balcony to see who was on the street looking for trouble to harm his things.
But I didn't expect...
#Shock! My boss stole stuff from my house in the middle of the night? ? #
(I'll save some thoughtful copywriting first, and update as the occasion arises)
Intent: Demons and ghosts