In the owner's group chat, my best friend changed her name to mine and got into an argument with a neighbor. The irate neighbor came over and killed me and my daughter. After being reborn, I took the initiative to apologize to the neighbor, delivering ten sets of exam papers to help students prepare for their college entrance exams. My best friend called me a saint. I scoffed, "Never again."
In the Homeowners Association chat group, my best friend changed her name to mine and got into an argument with a neighbor.
The irate neighbor came over and killed my daughter and me.
After being reborn, I apologized to the neighbor in advance and provided her child with various practice tests and study materials to help prepare for the college entrance exam.
My best friend, Ada Russell, said that I was overly kind.
I sneered and said, "Never again."
"Open the door! Open the door!"
The knocking outside grew more urgent, like a relentless hammering on my heart.
My hand, which was resting on the door lock, suddenly recoiled as if shocked, and I stepped back a few paces, staring at the door with wide eyes.
What was going on?
I looked around in panic. This was still my peaceful home. Where had the bloody scene gone?
In my memory, I had just returned home from out of town with my daughter, just set down our suitcase, when I heard the knocking.
Peering through the peephole, I found that the woman standing outside looked familiar. She was our neighbor from 502 upstairs named Tina Collins. Strangely, I remembered her as being gentle and well-dressed, but now she looked haggard, wearing only pajamas.
Perhaps because we were both women, I felt an instinctive trust and opened the door directly.
Before I could speak, she raised her hand with a knife and slashed at me.
I fell to the ground, my head bleeding, blood staining everything red before my eyes. I desperately called out to my daughter, Lisa Robinson. "Lisa! Run! Lisa!"
But it was no use.
Lisa sat blankly on the sofa, expressionless, staring at the TV, not even glancing at us.
Tina didn't stop despite my cries, relentlessly hacking down. The pain had numbed me, warm blood splattered, and there was the sound of bones breaking.
Finally, I couldn't make any sound.
The last moment of my life was seeing her step by step towards Lisa, lifting her...
"Open the door! I know you're in there!" The person outside was getting frantic, pounding heavily twice more.
I retreated step by step, the weight of the memories suffocating me.
"Who is it? Knocking like crazy!" Ada rushed out of the kitchen. Before I could stop her, she yanked the door open.
Instinctively, I rushed in front of her, trying to protect her.
Tina raised her hand, pointing at us angrily, and said "We are neighbors. Don't go too far. My son is taking the college entrance exam in a few months. If you disturb his studies, don't expect me to let you off!"
She didn't have a knife? Her hands were empty!
What was going on? Was my memory playing tricks on me?
I watched in shock as Tina turned and left, Ada snorted coldly, and slammed the door shut.
Was that it?
"Who does she think she is? Crazy woman." Ada muttered as she returned to the kitchen.
I pinched myself hard, and the pain confirmed it wasn't a dream.
Then what was this?
My gaze fell on the quartz clock-May 7th?
No, the incident happened on June 1st.
My mind was full of questions, but I had no idea what on earth was going on, so I sat dumbly on the sofa, struggling to piece together the details.
On May 7th of the previous life, I was still on the train returning with Lisa, so how was I sitting at home now?
"Come and eat quickly. Why are you in a daze! You suddenly came back a day early, I wasn't prepared at all." Ada's tone carried a hint of dissatisfaction.
She had cooked a pot of ramen noodles and brought it to the table.
So I came back a day early and saw what I hadn't seen in the previous life.
In the previous life, Tina came on May 7th to warn me, but Ada didn't mention it to me, so on June 1st, I was completely unprepared when I was attacked.
"What was Tina's deal?" I quickly asked Ada.
"What could it be? That woman is crazy. Her son is taking the college entrance exam, and she goes nuts over the slightest noise. Everyone in the Homeowners Association chat group is at their wit's end with her."
"There must be some misunderstanding. We haven't made any noise." I glanced at Lisa, feeling a sense of uneasiness in my heart.
After dinner, Ada took the gifts I brought back to pick up her son, Josh Russell.
Lisa and I took a bath and lay in bed, but I couldn't sleep at all.
I died without understanding why. Now, with less than a month until June 1st, I had to find out the reason, or I wouldn't escape death.
From what Tina said today, it seemed the conflict stemmed from noise. She came to confront me, and I ignored her, which later led to her murderous intent.
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