Chapter 308 I Gave the Gift to Myself

Perhaps it is due to professional habits, Ying Siming is a person who observes everything very carefully.

She will not change the placement of things at will, even if there is a slight change, she can sense it instantly.

And it must be put back immediately, otherwise she will feel that her balance is broken and she will feel uncomfortable doing anything.

A bit obsessive-compulsive.

From large furniture at home to small books, tea cups... no matter what kind of things, as long as they pass through Ying Siming's hands, she can accurately remember the last place they were placed.

What's more, it is something she uses every day.

Ying Siming has a mug with many snow-white cartoon geese printed on it. It is a gift from her lover.

She cherishes this cup very much. After drinking water, she often puts it in the cup holder on the kitchen counter, the first position from the left.

But one day, when she got up and went to the kitchen to drink water, she was surprised to find that the cup had been moved.

The mug with cartoon patterns, brightly, occupied the second empty position from the left of the cup holder.

Ying Siming has a good memory. She clearly remembers that she had put the cup back before going to bed last night.

She and her husband are the only ones at home. Her husband has been away on a business trip for a week and has not returned yet.

She called him and he was still out of town. He had a meeting until very late yesterday.

Her husband was worried about her and asked her if he needed to go back early. Ying Siming declined and said she would check the surveillance first.

She checked the surveillance at home and found that there was no outsider breaking into the house.

The kitchen was a blind spot and the process of the cup moving was not captured.

Ying Siming stood in front of the cup rack, staring at the misplaced mug for a long time, and reached out to put it back in place.

She didn't want people to think she was neurotic, so she didn't tell anyone about this matter. She just bought another small monitor from the Internet and placed it facing the cup rack.

The next two days were calm.

But on the third day, Ying Siming found that something in the house had been moved again.

This time it was not a mug, but a long blue coat she had placed in the closet.

The coat had always been placed on the far right, close to the cabinet board.

However, when she opened the closet before going to work, she found that the coat had been moved forward at some point.

Now, another khaki windbreaker was against the cabinet board.

Ying Siming stood in front of the open closet, put her fingers on the left shoulder of the coat supported by the hanger, stroked it, and swapped the two clothes.

There was no surveillance in the bedroom either, so Ying Siming thought, or decided to buy one and put it here, and at the same time open all the closet doors.

When her husband came home, he was surprised to see this scene.

He asked Ying Siming what happened, and the latter did not hide it.

After listening to her story, the husband pondered for a moment.

"If you feel unsafe here, we can move."

"No," Ying Siming is not someone who will be easily scared, "Just live here."

She is a thorough materialist and does not believe in the existence of ghosts in the world.

Ying Siming decided to stay here, she wanted to see what was "playing tricks"

It just so happened that her husband was going on a business trip for two months, leaving Ying Siming with enough space.

The movement of positions continued.

Before long, there were surveillance cameras everywhere in the house, of different sizes and models.

Ying Siming lay flat on the floor of the living room, looking up, and countless pairs of dark "eyes" were staring at her.

Even so, she still couldn't exhaust all the "blind spots".

The changes became smaller and smaller, from a mug and a piece of clothing at the beginning to the documents in the drawer and the jewelry in the jewelry box now.

She considered whether to throw everything out, but in this way, she would never find out the real purpose of the mastermind behind the scenes, and only temporarily cover up the problem.

However, in order to reduce the burden, Ying Siming still threw away and sold a lot.

Gradually, Ying Siming changed her mind.

She no longer focused on "who" moved things, but on what "things" were moved.

She began to record.

Before 12 o'clock every night, Ying Siming would silently count the location of the items in the house and then close her eyes.

If she stayed up all night, nothing would change the next day.

If she wanted to change, she had to live a "normal" life.

But for a long time, the incidents of moving objects disappeared again.

Ying Siming wondered why.

She tried some methods, and even gradually removed all the cameras in the house.

When the last surveillance camera was removed by her, the change happened again the next day.

Ying Siming continued to record.

For convenience, she numbered the objects.

Book 1, mug 3, photo 2, bracelet 4...

There was no pattern.

Bowl 6, wine glass 2, dinner plate 2, book 1...

Wine glass 3, book 1, book 1, book 1...

For three consecutive days, it was all book 1.

Ying Siming's pen stopped at the last line of the paper, leaving a small dot.

She raised her pen and circled all the "books 1" on the record page.

A total of 10.

It was the most frequent of all the moving objects she recorded.

Ying Siming put the notebook away, went to the study, and took out "Book 1".

This is a children's book that her father bought for her when she was a child, telling about the universe and time and space.

The name of the book is "I Give a Gift to Me".

This book has a strong storyline. It tells the story of a girl who travels through time and space through the fireplace at home, exchanges with herself in another space, and lives in the other's home.

They live completely different lives, but in the end, their mother discovers their true identity. After face-to-face communication, they decided to return to their own lives, because there is a unique existence that belongs to them.

Before leaving, they exchanged gifts with each other, which were bouquets and a small electronic pet machine.

Ying Siming remembered that she liked this pet game machine very much when she was a child, and her father bought her an identical one.

...Wait, pet machine?

Is this the key?

Ying Siming immediately recalled the location of this thing. It was not in her married home, but should be in her father's home.

She drove back to her hometown overnight, and it was already three o'clock in the morning when she arrived at the door of her house.

When her father put on his reading glasses and found that it was her, he was stunned for a moment.

"Child, what happened?"

Ying Siming didn't know how to explain it, so she just asked her father if her childhood things were still there.

Although confused, her father still nodded.

"Everything is here. Come with me."

Her things were all placed in the study, packed in boxes, one for each year, neatly arranged according to age.

The things inside were well kept, clean and tidy, and not damaged.

There were fifteen boxes in total.

Ying Siming successfully found the pet machine in the seventh box. She opened the back cover, put in the batteries, and the game machine started to jingle.

Her father had gone to prepare drinks and food for her. Now she was alone in the study, kneeling on the floor.

As the startup sound ended, a fat rabbit appeared on the screen.

"Hello Siming, hello Siming."

It repeated the greeting.

Ying Siming pressed a few buttons, and it took too long for her to understand.

The rabbit jumped and shook, and suddenly froze.

"Si... Siming... you... you... hello."

Its voice also changed.

Ying Siming thought the thing was going to break.

Just as she was trying to find a way to fix it, the pet machine suddenly made another sound.

This time the voice was cold and calm, and it was a female voice.

"Hello, Ying Siming."

Ying Siming, who was fiddling with the machine with her head down, was stunned.

This was her own voice.