I put a bike downstairs. At first, everything was normal. Suddenly, one morning, the front tires of the car were completely flat. I didn't care, I thought I had accidentally pierced a nail. So I took it to mend the tire.
The next day, I found that the tires were out of air again, this time on the rear wheels. This time I went to repair the tire, I paid attention to it, and there was a small staple nailed to the tire. I thought about it carefully, and the place where I put my bicycle was on both sides of the downstairs door, and there was no way to block others, so no one should retaliate.
A few days later, in the morning, when I was getting ready to ride, I found that the bike had fallen to the ground and the handlebars were all broken. This time, I reckon, my bike came back early, probably taking his place in what some people think. So there was retaliation. So, I parked my bike to the side of the house. The place is darker, and there are several plates of succulents next to it, which were planted by the mother-in-law downstairs.
After parking for a while, one day, I noticed that my bike had been removed from its position and dropped to the ground. In retrospect, I think it may have been the mother-in-law's flower plate. And every time I see this mother-in-law downstairs, she stares at me with a fierce face. After this time, I parked my bike in the middle of some bikes that no one was riding, these bikes were dirty, and no one parked in this position.
Also, after every drink, I saved the bottle, and when I passed by the door of my mother-in-law downstairs, I took the initiative to give the bottle to my mother-in-law, and after my mother-in-law took it, she said thank you vigorously, and she no longer stared at me viciously.
Since then, my bike has never had the same unpleasant things that happened before.