Believe in science, believe in biology.
Yin Ronglan felt that he was deliberate enough to ignore some supernatural phenomena in his life that were temporarily unexplainable. But in the face of this existence, unless he is blind, it is really difficult to deceive himself.
"Are you sweeping or not?" The young man narrowed his eyes unhappily.
Yin Ronglan shook her head, her lips moved twice, unable to see what she was saying, she went to the service desk to buy two bottles of water and left.
Chen Zhan basked in the warm sunlight and estimated the time of the other party's departure, which was just enough for a romantic encounter.
As soon as he rolled his eyes, Yin Ronglan knew what he was planning, and explained, "I met a... idiot."
Chen Zhan frowned. It is not polite to use this term to address people. From an objective standpoint, he said, "Respect them."
Yin Ronglan nodded.
The weather at the seaside changed as soon as it was changed. The weather forecast reported a sunny day, and suddenly it rained a little.
Chen Zhan glanced at other places, Yin Ronglan followed and saw a middle-aged uncle packing up and preparing to leave.
"Know?"
Chen Zhan shook his head: "He has been paying attention to us before."
Yin Ronglan took one look and then withdrew his gaze: "Probably the police."
Chen Zhan raised his eyebrows.
Yin Ronglan: "Didn't the police tell you not to leave the city for the time being after An Leng's death?"
When Chen Zhan thought about it, it seemed that such a thing really happened.
"Will you be reimbursed for your travel expenses?"
This can be a real-life version of chasing a murderer for thousands of miles.
Yin Ronglan smiled: "First you asked for leave and then went abroad. Your behavior seems suspicious."
Chen Zhan considered whether to explain it.
Seeing his thoughts, Yin Ronglan said, "To say too much will have the opposite effect."
While thinking about this sentence, I heard him say again: "Not to mention we are on our honeymoon."
Chen Zhan: "... So what?"
Yin Ronglan: "It's good that someone looks at the show."
Chen Zhan subconsciously reached out and rubbed his face, without disguise, it was true: "You were not like this before."
Yin Ronglan didn't talk to him, he helped him unscrew the bottle cap, and the two got up and walked towards the hotel.
On the way, Chen Zhan thought again and again about when the personality of the other party changed.
[System: Isn't it after getting to know the host?]
Chen Zhan's footsteps stopped suddenly, and then he walked forward as if nothing had happened.
When he was away from home, he always advocated frugality, but this time, he did not stop Yin Ronglan from booking a luxury suite. After all, it is also hanging on the name of a honeymoon, although they are not officially married.
Chen Zhan only stopped and updated the one article at hand. At this moment, he had to continue to write the male god conscientiously. Yin Ronglan sat on the side to check the emails sent by his subordinates, and the two sides did not disturb each other.
It was not raining much, and the windows were open. A gust of wind blew, bringing a faint smell of sea breeze.
Chen Zhan couldn't help but glanced out the window. In order to better enjoy the sea view, the floor they lived in was not high.
Yin Ronglan took time to look at him: "Would you like to have meals delivered?"
Chen Zhan shook his head, took out his mobile phone and prepared to buy it himself.
Since I learned cooking with Mother Lin, I have become more interested in food than before, and Linhai is naturally seafood-based. When Chen Zhan looked at the menu, he noticed a young man sitting on the left.
Most of the people passing by would give him one more look. The awkward posture of holding the knife and fork really makes people want to go up and correct it personally.
slap!
The young man slipped his hands for a while, and the crab on the plate was not successfully opened, but instead rolled to Chen Zhan's side.
Wrapped in a tissue, picked it up and put it on the table, Chen Zhan came over: "Intentionally?"
The young man was shocked: "How do you know?"
"… "
There is one point that Mr. Wu and the law enforcers have really achieved their goal. Facing such an existence, Chen Zhan really has no way to start.
Even if he sees something suspicious, he doesn't want to talk to the fool, so he chooses to ignore it.
Ordered two seafood noodles to pack and went upstairs, refusing to look back.
As soon as the door opened, Yin Ronglan looked up and saw Chen Zhan come in with a complicated expression, vaguely understanding something. He didn't ask, but talked about the taste of the food.
Chen Zhan finished eating first, and then turned on the computer again to do his business. Because he didn't deliberately type with his back facing away, Yin Ronglan could see at a glance what was written on the screen—
Some accidental coincidences have caused many people to misunderstand me. I even thought that people who had an intersection with me could set up a group and write a "Prison Record".
It's actually a fallacy.
for example:
After the arson case, someone tried to stab me with a knife in the restaurant, but was arrested. After being detained for a period of time, she finally saw the light of day.
The good times didn't last long. This woman who had a brief encounter with me and forged an unresolved feud because of holding her cheek disappeared disappeared within a few days of leaving the detention center. The police suspected that she was related to the arson case, and they wanted to conduct follow-up investigations in private.
And the last person she saw before she disappeared was the male god.
I didn't know all this until the police routinely questioned it.
According to the male god, he took the initiative to ask the woman to meet, and the purpose was to ask whether the other party participated in the arson, but unfortunately he did not get any useful information. After that, the two sides never met again.
It's like what every criminal suspect would say.
As a bedside person, I can clearly feel that he is hiding something.
At night, when I lay on my side, for some reason, even with my back to the male god, I could feel that the other person was not asleep.
As if to confirm my guess, he called my name softly.
Pretending to be motionless, the male god lifted the quilt very gently and walked down to the ground with his bare feet.
Without turning on the lights, everything was blocked in the dark.
The male god went to another room, worried that it was too close, so I could only hide in the corner of the bedroom and make guesses by listening carefully.
The sound of squeaking, the sound of zippers, and the sound of moving boxes.
The next day, while the male god was going to work, I tried to enter the room and was surprised to find that the door was locked.
When the night came again, I shared the same bed, the male god helped me tuck the quilt, and asked with a smile, "Can't sleep?"
"A little insomnia."
Male god: "Count sheep?"
"Too lazy to count."
Male god: "I'll tell you a story?"
"it is good."
The male god told the story of Bluebeard in a very soft tone: "Bluebeard gave his wife the keys and told her not to enter one of the rooms..."
As he spoke, he gently patted my back.
Unconsciously, I fell asleep. When he woke up again, the male god had already gone to the company, there was breakfast on the table, and the color of the ketchup was extraordinarily red.
After breakfast, I looked around the villa, and finally found a set of spare keys on the bottom floor of the bedside table.
Standing in front of the locked door, he hesitated for a moment before inserting the key.
In front of you is a messy room, piled up with many unused old things.
Just then, a voice suddenly came from outside.
I hurriedly closed the door and stood at the entrance of the stairs to see that he had gone and returned.
"Forgot to bring the documents." The male god smiled.
When going upstairs, his eyes suddenly stayed on the innermost room for a moment, and the smile became more meaningful.
At three in the morning, the male god woke up again, but this time he did not return to the bedroom. I was standing upstairs and saw the lights outside and he was putting his suitcase in the trunk, not knowing where he was going.
When I ran downstairs, I thought that the man and the car had already left, but unexpectedly there were two more people at the door, who stopped the male god one after the other.
The two police officers who were originally responsible for stalking in the dark had sharp eyes: "Where are you going so late?"
Male God: "Something is wrong."
"Can we take a look at the trunk?"
When opened, it was a rusty shovel and a black suitcase.
"What's in there?"
Male god: "Privacy."
As the last person to meet the missing person, the male god is suspected, and it is legal to cooperate with the investigation within an appropriate range.
After all, the suitcase was slowly opened, but the picture displayed was not a stinking corpse, but cash.
The policeman's face was a little ugly: "What are you doing with so much money?"
Male God: "Buried."
"Why bury it?"
"Hidden money."
"… How can anyone hide a suitcase full of money?"
Male god: "Because I am rich."
Indeed, the money was not even a drop in the bucket for him.
In order to enhance persuasion, the male god successively provided several places to bury money, all in the real estate garden under his name.
In the surprised eyes of the police, I also looked inexplicable: "I have never managed your money."
"So I don't like it." The male god: "According to our relationship, you should let me pay my salary. I fight my wits to hide some small money, this is the love between lovers."
If the other party doesn't practice, he can only play the sitcom himself and enjoy it.
"Aren't you afraid of being corroded after being buried for a long time?"
The male god shook his head: "We have to dig it out in two days and then change the place."
"… "
The male god asked seriously: "So when will you let me pay my salary?"
Under the moonlight, because of the streetlights, it is quite clear to see.
Seeing the expressions on the faces of the two police officers at the moment, I helped them ask questions that were inconvenient to ask because of their duties: "Do you... have a problem with your brain?"
"Cough cough."
Chen Zhangengwen was interrupted by the continuous light cough.
"Go for a throat lozenge with a sore throat."
Yin Ronglan smiled slightly unnaturally: "So you still remember these things."
Chen Zhan thought for a while: "After all, it only happened in less than two months."
Yin Ronglan wanted to say a few more good words, but it couldn't match the speed at which Chen Zhan could upload new chapters.
He pressed his eyebrows, helplessly smiled and said, "I'm not here."
Chen Zhan's eyes were full of doubts: "Don't arbitrarily set yourself up."
The two were talking and laughing, but the comment area quickly became lively.
[Wushan: Use a suitcase to hide private money? Sorry for being rich.]
[Lin Jiaguoguo: In this way, Chen Zhan is actually a victim.]
[Handsome and tall Chen Meinan: A king who never lacks materials!]
Lin Chiang, who had already quit the novel, watched the update of the latest chapter because of certain things. He didn't speak for a long time. He covered his swollen face for a long time, and closed his eyes fiercely.
Yin Ronglan walks all wild ways, and she likes to live life in a horror style.
And he actually found such a person to learn from emotional experience.
On the other hand, Jiang Ying, because she was filming recently, read novels in a chapter-hopping style, and Chen Zhan recorded mostly idle stories, not to mention the incoherence of the plot.
When I was just taking a break, I glanced at today's update, and suddenly snorted... Why does this style feel familiar