(People are uncomfortable, and they have not practiced typos. Although I have practiced or not, I will just look at it. I have eye drops from 1-28 in 2004. It expired for sixteen years and then used up a bottle. It was too late when I found out. My eyes hurt and my stomach is not comfortable. It may be an infection. Anyway, I feel uncomfortable in all kinds of discomforts.)

Taking medication every week has become a daily routine, and at first I will ask when it will end.

But after a week I almost gave up, and I once saw my dad come over with medicine.

That one is a large jar of medicine. I guess I can’t finish it every one or two months.

But it is probably difficult to keep performing with dad, and one day it will be seen through.

I chose one day and turned on my dad's vitamin C pills and crushed them into powder.

I twisted off the three capsules one by one, and used a cotton swab to replace them with vitamin C.

I don’t know how to deal with the poured drug powder, and it was all put in a small bottle of vitamin C.

In this way, I bumped into a full bottle and solved the dose for the next two months.

I also made records myself to ensure that the dosage position is calculated.

I can solve all three and a half pills, half pills.

Half of it is packed in the medicine box, I can't think of a way to do this thing for the time being.

But just as I was thinking, the sound of footsteps came again.

I was very nervous because I set the time to leave at 9 am and return at 4 pm.

Before this, no matter whenever I returned to the room, something would happen. That was to be recorded by the camera, which was absolutely not possible.

If I was recorded, it means I was discovered. I started turning off the computer and squatted under the desk.

The one who came back was not someone else, but my brother.

The brother opened the door by lying on the pop songs.

I rushed to my second bedroom on the second floor excitedly and tried to knock on the door and call my name.

But I obviously couldn't answer him. At this time, my brother muttered to himself: "Are you asleep?"

I knew my brother didn't have the key to my room. Just as I was relieved, my brother went to the kitchen to get the drinks and looked at the TV in the hall.

My heart skipped a beat. Now it was two o'clock, and time went to three o'clock in a minute.

But if I can't go back to my second bedroom before four o'clock, there will only be one result that is to be discovered.

This is absolutely impossible, but now you have to pass through the master bedroom to go to the second bedroom from the study.

My heart skipped a beat, but there was nothing I could do.

At this time, my brother went to the bathroom, and I could hear my brother playing with his cell phone in the bathroom.

I walked out of the study and the camera in the second bedroom failed at four o'clock.

It was only 3:50 at this time, which means that my brother came back from the toilet. If he didn't move again, then his parents would come and I would be discovered.

I looked at the juice on my brother's table and thoughtfully. I had a vitamin C bottle with calmness and sleeping pill powder ingredients in my hand.

I poured my brother's medicine, and as long as he fainted, I would have a chance to run out.

Helplessly, I unscrewed the bottle of Vitamin C and poured it into the juice.

I don’t know how to measure it? I originally planned to pour a little bit? But when I was excited, the bottle cap went in.

But I realized that the amount of the capsule is not as big as the nails is too high.

I heard the sound of flushing in the toilet? I quickly stirred it with my fingers and ran away.

Obviously I can’t change my brother a new bottle of juice? There is no time.

I could only run back to the study and hid behind the door and waited. At this time, I began to be scared.

If my brother doesn’t drink it, I will die? But what will happen if my brother overdoses it?

I heard the sound of the glass picking up from the countertop, drinking juice and putting it down.

I waited for ten minutes? When I came out, I saw my brother lying on the sofa.

I plan to rush into the second bedroom by stopping the point? But I think something is wrong.

I went to touch my brother's nose and found that my brother was no longer breathing.

My heart was cold, but I knew I could not be discovered.

I started thinking about how to do it, and it was obviously the most inappropriate to do nothing.

First of all, there must be residual drug ingredients in my brother's stomach now? If I just drank juice and died, the autopsy found the drug ingredients. Then it must be proved that he killed me? Then there must be another person in the bedroom, and I will become a suspect.

I can only think of one way, and I started to pour Vitiligo back into my pills I took.

I had half of the stuff, and it was already four o'clock.

I knew I had to enter the room before 4:50 or I would be discovered.

I had no choice but to flush into the toilet with my other half of my pills with vitamin C.

I took half of the pills with the medicine and stuffed them into my brother's hand.

The remaining medicines were placed on the table? It made it look like it had committed suicide by taking medicine after finding the medicine.

To make the scene look more like suicide, I dumped the medicine on the table.

I unlocked my brother's phone with my brother's facial fingerprint? In my parents' eyes, I don't know how to read.

But I wrote a suicide note in the message board using my brother's expectations, saying that although I had good grades, I had never received the care of my parents. Living was meaningless or something like that? Then I put my phone next to my brother.

After the site was arranged, it was 4:50.

I rushed back to the room? I understand that all this is done seamlessly? The only problem is the read-only screen.

This means that if the police really check it out? There will be sixty one-minute short videos with read-only reading in the surveillance screen on the computer.

Only this can doubt my head, and I placed all the small objects I had collected under the bed over the years in various parts of the room.

It made them look inconspicuous. The first time my parents brought the medicine that they didn't take was right in front of me.

I poured a glass of water and drank it, and soon my sleepiness came.

I fell asleep in bed and I had a certain probability of being discovered. But I really didn't mean it, I didn't know whether what I did was right or wrong.

When I woke up, nothing happened.

I opened my eyes and got up. I leaned against the mirror and looked out through the crack in the door, and I could not see anything.

There seemed to be nothing on the bed, and I didn't see my parents when I was having dinner.

It was strange that I arrived, but obviously there was only one possibility.

After my father came back, he found his brother's body, and then he dealt with the body with his mother.

So there is no meal yet, and where are your parents?

I waited for another hour, and then my parents returned home in a mess.

The two of them looked nervous, and I knocked on the door and shouted, "Dad, I'm hungry."

It was only then that my parents realized that dinner had not been prepared yet.

My mother ordered pizza, and half an hour later, the delivery guy brought the pizza.

Dad opened my door and I walked out of the door.

Dad smiled and said, "I was too busy today to come back, so I didn't have time to cook dinner."

I nodded my head and said tentatively: "By the way, I seemed to hear my brother knocking on the door in the afternoon."

After I finished speaking, my parents' eyes changed.

After my parents looked at each other, my father smiled and said, "Are you brother back? I didn't see anything? Maybe I didn't come back?"

"Oh, I'm sleeping all afternoon. I'm also confused. Maybe I heard it wrong?" I smiled awkwardly, ate two pieces of pizza and went back to the room to sleep.
Chapter completed!