,, Kris !''
The rough voice resounded all over the house . The chambers were filled with expensive and rare stuff which made the house look like a modern palace . Some steps hit the stairs with annoyance , a heavy breath was crashing the air and in less than one minute the door slammed. As a respond to the door action , a fist hit the table . 
,, How many times should I tell you to enter in a room properly ?!''
Mr Wu's voice was now filled with anger and disdain. Kris took a sit in front of him , ignoring the angry tone of his voice and acting like nothing happened . Mr Wu started to massage his temples and took out his cigarettes . Burning up one of them and letting the smoke to invadate his lungs he could finally calm down . 
,, Is this one of your jokes ? '' said Mr Wu while throwing on the table an envelope . 
Kris grabbed it  and pushed by curiousity he opened it fast. Inside of the envelope there was a picture of his father sleeping and a piece of burned paper inscribed with a strange poem . 

Roses are red 
Violets are blue 
Where is the King ? 
Someone cut his wing .
What will happen with the kingdom
When there is no wisdom
This is not a lie 
The king will die . 
 CM

Kris burst into a hysterical laugh after reading those lines . He handled back the envelope and 
put his hands down on the table while staring at his father .
,, Is this what you called me for ? A stupid poem ?'' 
His voice reached the angry tone . He couldn't understand what was this about and why his father would care about this kind of thing . One lame poem wouldn't harm anyone. 
,, This is not about the poem , son . There is a picture of me sleeping . That means someone was inside of our house while we were sleeping .'' 
Kris's face expression suddenly changed , he frowned and looked at the envelope again . This couldn't be possible , their house was well secured and no one could ever enter  . 
,, Did you check the cameras ? '' 
,, Yes , nothing was recorded and also the security men didn't see anything ''

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