“我摆脱不了那种感觉,总觉得他们有所密谋。”马特·帕克说道。他无须明说的是,他在怀疑新来的邻居。他正透过卧室的威尼斯式百叶窗板条之间的空隙窥视窗外。凯特·帕克从她正在读的书上抬起头,咕哝起来:“别又这样猜疑。上床来吧。现在都过11点了。”“我是认真的。”马特说。“我也是认真的。另外,他们大概能看见你在窥视他们。”“从这个角度是看不见的。”但为了安 “I can not get away from that feeling and always feel that they are plotting. ” Matt Parker said. He need not say that he is doubting the new neighbor. He was looking out of the window through the gap between the Venetian blinds in the bedroom. Kate Parker looked up from the book she was reading and muttered: “Do not suspicion again. Go to bed now.” All past eleven. “” I’m serious, “Matt said. ”I’m serious, too, and they probably can see you peering at them.“ ”From this perspective is invisible.“ ”But for safety