I used to think that no matter how much she scavenged for junk, it had nothing to do with me.

But I was wrong, completely wrong.

That day, my friend returned from a trip to France and brought me some specialty red wine. He said he felt bad for not coming to help me warm the house when I moved, so he just sent it directly to my new home for me to enjoy.

He was afraid the wine bottle would break, so he deliberately added several layers of air cushions and packed it in a large cardboard box, which was delivered to my door by a courier service.

He even emphasized that it was the Pope's red wine from the Saint Jean Winery in France, which he had to pull a lot of strings to purchase directly from the winery, making it one of the top wines.

At that time, I was working at the company, so I quickly glanced at my phone, sent a fist-bump emoji, and put it away.

It wasn't until I was walking home from work that I realized, with the evil old lady living across from my house, wouldn't she pounce on that huge box like a wolf on a sheep?

I didn't even take the subway, I quickly stopped a car and went back home.

As soon as I got off the car, I went into full sprint mode. When I reached the apartment after panting, I found that the package that should have been left at my doorstep was nowhere to be seen. There was nothing in front of my door.

I called the courier first, added him on WeChat, and he sent me a picture directly. It was the image of the big box at my doorstep.

The door number, the small decorations next to it, everything was telling me that it was my house.

But where was the package?

Just as I was about to type a message, the courier sent a voice message.

From the sound of it, he was a young guy, perhaps aware of the value of the item, his voice trembling: "Bro, I swear I really left it there for you! What should I do now that it's missing? Could you look around? Could it be one of your neighbors took it? I'm just a worker, please don't make it hard for me..."

Neighbor?

I stared fiercely at the opposite door, a nameless anger rising in me. If it turned out to be that old lady, I would have to call the police!

I connected the video doorbell, opened today's real-time monitoring recording, and indeed saw the courier placing the item at the door, the time was minutes.

But what happened next?

There was no one in front of the door for a long time, until minutes later, the door opposite creaked open, and Aunt Zhu came out with her big bag of urea.

She just passed by my house, then turned back.

With a stooped figure, she fumbled around at the door for a while, and then unbelievably pushed my box back to her house!

The wine was quite heavy, she couldn't carry it, and seeing no one around, she had to push it.

I was furious.

Immediately, I pressed the "emergency call" button and called the police remotely.

I wanted to see, who was more powerful, the police or this woman who was halfway into the ground!