Chapter 3

Because the warehouse had a big iron door and no glass, I couldn’t see inside at all. There was a small window on top of the warehouse, but it was too high. Unless I had a ladder, I couldn’t reach it. My breathing stopped at this moment, and I couldn’t help but put my ear against the iron door, carefully following the sound inside. Maybe the iron door was too well sealed. Although I could hear the sound inside, I couldn’t hear it clearly. I could only hear my mother’s voice occasionally, but I couldn’t hear what she was saying. Who is it? Who is my mother talking to? It’s just a little strange, why can I only hear my mother’s voice, but not other people’s voices. After listening for a long time, I still couldn’t hear the specific content of my mother’s words, and my mother didn’t talk all the time, but intermittently, and there was no other sound.

Feeling that the time was almost up, I quickly retreated and closed the door again. Lying on the bed, my heart was still pounding. I really couldn’t calm down. It seemed that I really couldn’t do bad things. After calming down for a long time, I finally calmed down. I fell into a deep sleep. It was noon the next day when school was over.

I rode my bike to rush home, but my heart was not at peace. Using this piece of colored clay to imprint the trace of the key was the only way at the moment. After returning home, my mother made dinner for me, but this time she did not go to the warehouse. Instead, she stayed with me until the end of the meal and then started to clean up. Strange, didn’t my mother go to the warehouse today? Thinking about it carefully, it seems that my mother really doesn’t go to the warehouse every night, but she goes to the warehouse more often and doesn’t go there less often. Because of the previous experience, I didn’t dare to ask in detail. After dinner, I was doing my homework, while my mother was in the kitchen cleaning up the dishes and housework. I took out the piece of colored clay that I bought secretly from my schoolbag. At this time, my nervous palms were sweating, but driven by curiosity, I was still a lot bolder, especially last night’s eavesdropping, which made me adapt a little.

But where is my mother’s key? The key to the warehouse is not placed together with the key to the house. My mother usually puts the key to the house on the cabinet and takes it when she goes out. My mother is busy in the kitchen in her home clothes at this time, so will my mother’s key be in my clothes? My palms are sweating with nervousness. Listening to the constant noise coming from the kitchen, I dare not move. If the key is in my mother’s clothes, I need to go to my mother’s bedroom. My mother is in the kitchen at this time. If I want to enter her bedroom, I have to pass through the corridor. I will definitely be discovered by my mother. I was so nervous that I couldn’t even write my homework. But at this time, God really helped me. After a while, my mother actually entered the bathroom, and then the sound of my mother washing clothes was heard. Although my family lives in a bungalow, it is an indoor bathroom with water supply and drainage. It should take some time to wash clothes, and the sound of washing clothes can help me cover it up. At this time, I don’t know where the courage came from. I got up and passed the corridor and entered my mother’s bedroom. Fortunately, the door of my mother’s bedroom was open, and it was opened for ventilation every day, so there was no sound after entering.