This was the metal sheet she had placed under the door crack during the day. If the door was opened from the outside, the metal sheet would rub against the floor and make a harsh noise.
At this moment, the person prying the door outside was also startled by this unexpected sound. He didn't dare to move for a long time. Only after waiting for a while and seeing no one appear did he dare to step into the room with light footsteps.
Lin Qingqing, who was also awakened, quickly regained her senses. She didn't have time to think carefully about the dream just now. She got out of bed and quietly walked to the back of the bedroom door, holding her breath and peering through the door to check the situation.
Waking up from a dream and encountering this kind of thing, the muscles in Lin Qingqing's body were tightly tensed. The veins on her right hand holding the knife bulged, and her palm was slightly sweating.
She held her breath and listened carefully, and found that there was only one person who had come in.
That person first carefully circled the living room, and then carefully peeked into the master bedroom on the left with the door open. The doors of the guest bedroom and the bathroom on the right were closed. He stood at the door, considered for a moment, and then gave up.
Just as Lin Qingqing was hesitating whether to hide in the small attic, the little thief outside let out a relaxed mutter: "I've been observing this place for several days. There really is no one in this house. Tsk tsk, it seems quite wealthy. I wonder if there's still much food left." As he spoke, he turned and walked towards the kitchen.
"Tsk, Brother Mangzi is just too cautious. He insists on waiting until daytime to gather a group of people to come. With so many people, there won't be anything left for me." After saying that, he casually spat on the ground.
It seemed that her home had indeed been targeted for a long time. Lin Qingqing felt后怕 for a moment, grateful for her previous caution. Otherwise, this little thief wouldn't have dared to come alone secretly. By tomorrow, there might be a large group of people.
This little thief didn't seem very old, but he was quite bold. Seeing that there was no one in the house, he directly turned on the chandelier in the living room, humming a tune while rummaging around slowly.
Unfortunately, after searching around, he found nothing.
Seeing that the house was so clean that there wasn't even a single grain of rice, the little thief got angry immediately."Damn it. It's so neatly tidied up. I thought no one lived here. Turns out they've already run away. What a waste of my time."
Seeing the little thief in a furious state, Lin Qingqing felt secretly delighted.
Fortunately, she had packed up all the things yesterday. Otherwise, they might have all fallen into the hands of this little thief tonight.
"Just leave quickly. There's nothing here," she thought, looking at the little thief and praying silently.
However, things don't always go as one wishes. More often than not, they develop in the opposite direction. Perhaps because he didn't find any supplies and was in a bad mood, the little thief vented his anger in the room fiercely.
Lin Qingqing cursed "psycho" in her heart. At this moment, her clothes were soaked with sweat. But since she didn't know the strength of the person outside, she didn't want to have any unnecessary conflicts.
What she didn't notice was that the water on her body wasn't sweat at all. Because right behind her, the entire bed was wet, there was a layer of white frost on the floor, and the whole room was emitting a cold air, as if a frost had just fallen.
After venting enough, the little thief felt much better. He took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth, then sniffed and mumbled, "Damn it, why is this room so cold? Didn't they turn off the air - conditioner? Shit, I, as a Pyromancer, really hate this cold weather."
As he spoke, instead of using a lighter, he just snapped his fingers casually, and a wisp of flame "whooshed" out from his fingertip.
He brought it close to light the cigarette, then flicked his finger again, and the flame disappeared immediately.
All of this seemed so incredible to Lin Qingqing! She wasn't mistaken. The little thief really conjured up the flame out of thin air.
Was this a superpower? A Pyromancer? The little thief called himself a Pyromancer. Could his superpower be controlling fire?
She didn't know what extent he could achieve now. She hadn't seen him use any incantations or gestures. Presumably, this superpower could be controlled by thought.
"How amazing," Lin Qingqing marveled secretly, but couldn't figure out the principle.Lin Qingqing was extremely curious. She wondered what other types of superpowers there were and if everyone had one. She observed the little thief carefully, but unfortunately, the other party didn't use his superpower again.
After taking a couple of satisfying puffs, the little thief turned around, turned off the light, closed the door, and left leisurely. The living room returned to darkness. Lin Qingqing waited for a while. When she saw no movement and guessed that the little thief had gone far, she got up, opened the door, and came to the living room, planning to check if the door lock had been pried open.
She came to the door. Just as she was about to reach out to check, she looked up and met the little thief who had come back.
Suddenly seeing each other, both of them were startled. Then they simultaneously stepped back two steps and assumed a defensive posture.
Lin Qingqing never expected that the little thief would make a surprise return.
"Could he have discovered me? Did he deliberately leave to trick me out and then kill me to silence me?"
The little thief on the other side also broke out in a cold sweat. He suddenly remembered that he had been so busy venting his anger that he hadn't searched the two bedrooms in the house. The people in this house seemed quite wealthy, and he might find some good stuff.
Who would have thought that when he turned back, he would run into the owner of the house.
"So, this house is occupied!" The realization that he had been smashing and making a ruckus in someone's house while they had been watching him the whole time made his hair stand on end.
By the faint light in the corridor, one could vaguely make out the appearance of the owner of the house in front of him: a slender and slim figure in the darkness, obviously a woman.The woman was dressed neatly and was in a standard defensive stance. Her eyes and eyebrows couldn't be clearly seen for the moment.
But at this time, she was exuding a creepy chill all over, and the sharp knife in her hand made her look particularly dangerous. "This one's tough. I've run into a difficult opponent!"
The little thief shuddered, secretly glad that he had turned back. Otherwise, if this person suddenly stabbed him in the back, would he still be alive?
This person was really insidious. She didn't make a sound when she saw someone making a ruckus in her house, and then she followed him out to launch a sneak attack after he left.
Lin Qingqing didn't know what the little thief in front of her was thinking, but seeing his suddenly fierce expression, she knew that this matter probably wouldn't end well today.
Seeing that the woman opposite also became more formidable in momentum, the little thief's face changed several times. Finally, he gritted his teeth, took out a fruit knife from his trouser pocket, held it in his left hand, and then gathered his right hand. A cluster of flames suddenly ignited in his palm.
Lin Qingqing's pupils shrank slightly as she stared warily at the flames in the little thief's right hand.
This flame was no different from the flames she usually saw. It looked bright red, and from a distance of two meters, she didn't feel the scorching temperature.
Seeing the woman opposite showing a look of fear, the little thief felt a bit complacent for a moment. "See that? Never seen it before, have you? Isn't it amazing? Today, big brother will show you how powerful my Flame Fist is!"
As he spoke, he clenched his right - hand fingers tightly, and the flame - wrapped fist came whistling towards Lin Qingqing's face.
Lin Qingqing didn't have time to twitch the corners of her mouth. While dodging, she listened to this overly otaku - like little thief shouting aside, "Take my Flame Uppercut, Flame Straight Punch. If you have the guts, don't dodge. Taste this! Blazing God Fist!"
At first, Lin Qingqing was a bit stunned by these silly boxing moves. When she turned her face to the side and dodged the little thief's swinging fist again, her right hand holding the knife instantly spun in her hand, changed direction, and the tip of the knife smoothly sliced across the little thief's arm that he hadn't had time to retract. The next second, a stream of blood splattered out along the knife mark.The little thief winced in pain and shouted through gritted teeth, "You're courting death! I'll fight you to the death!" As he spoke, he stabbed the fruit knife in his left hand towards Lin Qingqing's throat.
Although Lin Qingqing managed to block the little thief's out - stretched fruit knife with the knife in her right hand in time, she had no time to dodge the fist the little thief swung again. With the flame - wrapped fist approaching her face, she had no choice but to use her left hand to defend.
Facing the little thief's sudden outburst, Lin Qingqing was already prepared for her left hand to be burned by the flames. Gritting her teeth, she spread her left - hand fingers wide, firmly grasped the little thief's right flame - covered fist, pushed it forward, and at the same time, bent her right knee and kicked the little thief's lower body with all her might.
"Come on then! Let's hurt each other!" Lin Qingqing shouted angrily.