What style
The two couldn't imagine it.
"Hey, the professor is calling us..."
The two quickly stepped forward, only to see that Ming Yu's expression had returned to normal.
"Let's go."
"Professor, do you want to leave directly?"
Ming Yu pondered for a moment: "Since you're here, you should pay a visit to the elders both emotionally and logically."
The two assistants looked at each other in understanding.
Soon he carried Ming Yu to the other two monuments not far away.
"Huh?"
Ming Yu listened to the sound, but his pupils still couldn't focus: "What's wrong?"
"Professor, here are two bouquets that look fresh. It's just..."
Ming Yu: "Just what?"
"It's a little strange. It's the first time I saw someone offering red roses."
The man trembled all over, and his breathing became short of breath. He leaned his elbows on the armrest, his expression excited: "What flower are you talking about again?"
"Rose, Rose..."
Ming Yu: "Quick! Go around and see if there are other people!"
The assistant didn't dare to delay, so he split up and acted immediately.
Ten minutes later, "Professor, I didn't find it."
"I don't have any here either."
Ming Yu's brows and eyes were dead silent, his whole body seemed to be shrouded in a layer of cold air, the disappointment after an empty joy made him look no longer as elegant as usual, and there was an indescribable sinisterness in his brows and eyes.
The assistant thought he was wrong, blinked, and looked again. The professor was still the same professor, with peaceful eyes and a calm expression, which hadn't changed at all.
Sure enough, he was wrong.
At this time, another assistant suddenly thought of something, and said ah: "When we came up just now, someone happened to go down."
Ming Yu: "Have you seen the appearance clearly?"
The assistant shook his head: "The light is too dim, and the other party is wearing a hat to cover it tightly. But judging from the figure, it should be a woman."
Ming Yu's breathing was stagnant, and his fingers subconsciously clasped the armrest of the wheelchair.
"Call out the surrounding surveillance, check!"
The two looked at each other and asked cautiously, "Now?"
"Um."
"But at this time, the park is off work..." Where did they go to adjust the monitoring
Ming Yu paused every word: "At any cost."
The two assistants looked at each other and saw the shock in each other's eyes.
Is this allowing them... to use their privileges
Outside the cemetery.
The two assistants had already contacted the person in charge of the park, who answered the phone politely, saying that they had already greeted them and asked them to go directly to the monitoring center to copy.
One assistant left, and the remaining one took care of Ming Yu.
"Professor, it's windy outside, why don't we wait in the car?"
"No, is there a flower shop near here?"
"Well, there is one across the street, which is about to close."
Ming Yu: "Push me over."
The assistant obeyed.
"Old Xiao, are you alright?!" The proprietress stretched her neck and looked inside, "Shall I pull down the shutter door first?"
"You pull it, come!"
The woman was about to start, when suddenly—
"Excuse me, lady boss, please excuse me."
The proprietress glanced at the young man in front of her, then lowered her head and glanced at the dull-eyed man in the wheelchair.
"You... What's the matter?"
Assistant: "I want to ask, do you sell red roses in your store?"
The proprietress nodded: "It's for sale, but red roses are only for online orders and delivered to your door. Usually, those who come directly to the store mostly buy daisies and lilies. After all, worship, few people buy roses."
The assistant didn't know what to ask, so he was silent for a while.
Ming Yu said directly: "Excuse me, has anyone bought red roses in the store today?"
The landlady's eyes flickered slightly.
It was the two seconds of hesitation that made the man grasp the clue.
"It seems that there is." His tone was firm, his eyes were clearly out of focus, but he seemed to be able to see through everything.
The proprietress has nothing to hide: "Someone bought it. Just forty minutes ago, the last bouquet of red roses was bought."
Ming Yu subconsciously sat up straight, his spine was stiff, like a straight string: "Is it a man or a woman?"
"A girl."
Assistant: "Are you wearing a peaked cap?"
"Yes, yes, tall and thin."
Ming Yu suppressed the wild beating in his heart, and tried to make his voice sound calm enough, but the faint trembling still revealed his unrest at the moment.
I saw the man's Adam's apple rolled slightly, and his tone was tinged with obscurity: "Can we take a look at the surveillance in the store?"
The proprietress hesitated.
The assistant called her aside, said a few words, and slipped five hundred dollars over, and assured them again and again that they had no malicious intentions.
The proprietress nodded in agreement.
"Don't say I didn't tell you in advance, the girl is wearing a hat, and she can't take a picture of her face from this direction."
Ming Yu thanked him, but still insisted on watching the surveillance, obviously he couldn't see anything.
really-
When the surveillance video was released, only a head wearing a hat could be seen.
Sweater and trousers are tightly covered from the beginning to the end, obviously not wanting to be photographed, so I made all preparations.
"...he is about 1.7 meters tall, with a thin back and long legs." The assistant described it to Ming Yu.
The latter tilted his ears and leaned his upper body slightly, which was only when he was concentrating and concentrating.
However, the moment he heard "more than one meter seven", he frowned severely.
"Are you sure your height is 1.7 meters?"
The assistant hesitated, then glanced again: "I look like..."
The proprietress said: "It must be more than 1.7 meters! The one in my house is 1.72 meters, and she is a little taller than the one in my house."
The man's face suddenly darkened.
1.7 meters...
How could it be 1.7 meters
The bright moon is not so high...
"Can you tell the approximate age?" He asked again.
The proprietress thought for a while: "It should be no more than twenty-five years old, very young!"
Not the right age either...
The ignited light in Ming Yu's eyes gradually dimmed until it became silent.
At this time, another assistant came back with the surveillance camera, and a group of three people were about to get in the car and leave.
Suddenly, several black cars rushed out of the surrounding area. Accompanied by screeching brakes, the door of the first car opened, and a pair of long legs wrapped in suit trousers appeared in front of everyone's eyes.
The man bowed out and stood still, his handsome features under the moonlight revealed a morbid delicacy.
There is a feminine beauty.
The two assistants looked at each other. They probably encountered some underground organization and wanted to kidnap the professor, right
Ming Yu was sitting in a wheelchair, his eyes were deliberately shone directly by the headlights, and he felt a little light, and he squinted subconsciously.
"Who are you?! What do you want to do?" An assistant stepped forward and used his body to block Ming Yu's front, blocking most of the light for him.
The man raised his hand slightly, and the headlights switched from high beam to low beam, which was finally less dazzling.
He snorted, "Ming Yu, long time no see."
Ming Yu's expression moved slightly.
However, the man took advantage of the situation and stepped forward, pushed aside the obstructive assistant, stood in front of the wheelchair, and looked down at him.
This move was very impolite, even rampant.
Ming Yu's sluggish eyes rolled slightly twice, accompanied by the movement of raising his head, as if he could really see the other party.
He didn't get angry, and even had a slight smile on his lips.
"It's been a long time, Lou Mingshen." He called him by name, and there seemed to be melancholy in his sigh.
As if through him, calling another person.
Such a tone instantly angered the man: "Shut up! Are you worthy of calling me by my name?"
"Otherwise what would you call you?" He was as silent as a mountain.
On the contrary, Lou Ming was dark and mean, "President Lou, Mr. Lou, you can do anything."
"Do we need to be so unfamiliar with each other?"
"Heh..." the man sneered, "Could it be that we know each other very well?"
"Ming Shen..."
"I tell you to shut up!"
Ming Yu sighed, but still didn't get angry at all.
But the two assistants couldn't stand it anymore—
"Who the hell are you? Dare to yell at the professor, do you have any education?!"
"Professor? Oh, I almost forgot, you are now a well-known physicist and a highly respected master in domestic academia. It's a pity," his eyes flickered, "what's none of my business?"
"You—" the assistant blushed with anger, "Professor, let's go!"
With that said, he was about to push Mingyu away.
In the next second, he was blocked by a man in black, and Lou Mingshen stood where he was, smiling wickedly and ostentatiously.
"Want to leave? Have you asked me?"
"You, you are illegally imprisoned! I will call the police now!" He said, taking out his mobile phone.
"Zhong Hao, don't be impulsive, put it away." Ming Yu said lightly.
"But the professor—"
"Didn't what I said count?"
"..." The assistant named Zhong Hao put the phone back with a look of aggrieved expression.
Lou Ming snorted softly: "You are wise."
Ming Yu said angrily, "I'm here to see Mingyue—"
"Shut up!" Before he could finish speaking, he was roughly interrupted by the other party. The man's eyes were flushed with murderous intent: "Ming Yu, you don't deserve to mention my sister's name!"