After work, I dialed 911. The fire brigade immediately arrived with three or four firefighters. Upon seeing the chaotic hallway, they furrowed their brows.
Soon, the door of 901 was knocked.
The man inside was extremely impatient. “Put the takeout at the doorstep!”
The firefighter knocked harder on the door. “Who ordered takeout? It’s the fire department! Open the door!”
Diego reluctantly opened the door.
“What happened to the fire brigade? There was no fire at my house!”
The firefighter was speechless, pointing at the pile of debris in the hallway and saying, “Are those things yours? They are blocking the fire exit!”
Diego glared and said, “What’s the matter with putting something in the hallway? This is right outside my door, I can put whatever I want, do you have any say in it?”
The firefighter was almost laughing and said, “Article 28 of the Fire Code clearly states that no organization or individual shall occupy, block, or seal off evacuation passages, safety exits, or fire truck access routes. Do you think I have no authority to enforce it?”
As soon as the regulation was issued, Diego suddenly became speechless.
The firefighter urged him, “You should tidy up all these things now, otherwise, you will be fined!”
Upon hearing that he would be fined, Diego grumbled, “What nonsense? These things were left at my doorstep by someone else, they’re not mine! Who said they were mine? If I call out, will it respond?”
He said he would change his face, completely contradicting himself.
I couldn’t help it. “These shoes aren’t yours? This bicycle isn’t yours? None of them are yours, so we might as well throw them away!”
He then realized that I was standing behind the firefighter.
Then he exploded.
“Are you the little jerk next door? I was wondering who the nosy person was, turns out it was you calling the authorities,
damn
you.”
He put on his slippers and rushed out of the door, raising his hand to hit someone!
Two firefighters stood in front of me, one on the left and one on the right. I pushed them away.
The firefighter sternly said, “Try to move again!”
Faced with absolute power, Diego reluctantly withdrew his hand.
But he still stared at me, cursing incessantly with his filthy mouth.
“You bitch, I put something at your doorstep, and you still have to complain. I climbed through your window in the middle of the night and killed you!”
The firefighter shouted loudly, “Shut up! Hurry up and pack your things!” After waiting for almost half an hour, Diego reluctantly tidied up the pile of cardboard boxes and bottles.
The firefighter’s phone rang.
There was a fire in the suburban factory, and they needed to return to work urgently.
Several firefighters immediately pressed the elevator button.
He also reminded me, “Miss, you go home first, we will come again tomorrow!”
I also didn’t dare to stand alone with Diego.
I immediately took out the key and opened the door, then hurriedly thanked them before hiding inside the house.
The elevator door closed.
I silently changed my shoes.
But at the same time, I heard Diego laughing creepily outside the security door, saying, “What are you afraid of? Little bitch, are you worried that I’ll rape you?”
Unprecedented anger surged through my mind.
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I cursed loudly, “I curse your whole family, you piece of shit!”
He suddenly slammed my door with great force and laughed wildly, saying, “Come on, baby, I’m waiting for you!”
