In front of Deng Bin, Chen Chao opened the zipper of his backpack, revealing several neatly stacked raincoats inside.
Chen Chao reached out and fumbled for an ID card inside and handed it to Deng Bin.
Chen Chao is very reliable and serious about the big principle issue involving 404.
Deng Bin took his ID card and walked to Xia Nannan to compare it. Hey, it looked exactly like the picture.
20 years old? ! !
"Yes, 20 years old, legal, adult!" Chen Chao paused for a moment and explained very solemnly.
Deng Bin squeezed his ID card and repeatedly confirmed the texture and stamps of the agency, which did not seem to be a fake proof.
However, out of caution, Deng Bin took out his mobile phone and took a picture of his ID card, and then took a picture of Chen Chao and Xia Nannan, respectively, and stored them in the phone.
During the whole process, Chen Chao cooperated extremely well, and even compared the posture of scissors hands in front of his eyebrows.
Xia Nannan kept her face cold throughout the entire process, and did not make any response. Except for her eyes focusing when she looked at Chen Chao, she looked at her and Deng Bin's eyes as if she were looking at the transparent air.
Deng Bin observed that he felt that the spirit of this "legal loli" seemed to be abnormal.
That look is as cold as a dead man!
He thought that the cold in the bedroom was due to the broken windows, the rain splashing, and the coldness in the bedroom; but now he felt that it seemed to be because the "primary school student" was exuding a cold low air pressure. .
Well…..
What is the relationship between a "primary school student" who is suitable for acting as a young female ghost and a novelist with dangerous and strange brain circuits? !
What kind of chemical reaction will occur when these two uncommon human labels are matched together
Deng Bin racked his brains and couldn't think of a reason.
If you switch to a rookie like **, you might mistake them for the men and women lovers who are in the cold war.
But Deng Bin's eyes are not blind, he can see that these two men are by no means a shit boy and girl friend, and there is not a trace of sweetness in their body.
The information provided by Jiao Kai is correct. All the signs in this messy house, including a scoop of dazzling toilet paper on the floor of the living room, as well as the old-fashioned pornography/love magazine, are enough to prove that Chen Chao is one. Single Wang.
The most important thing is that the eyes of the two people looking at each other do not have the sourness of the lover, but are full of obscure and unspeakable complexity.
It's definitely not love!
If I have to describe it, Deng Bin feels more like a friend (di) and friend (ren) who has a terrible debt dispute and is not obligated to clean up and repay the chaos, but is eventually forced to shake hands and make peace.
Deng Bin didn't know that his description was actually very appropriate, and it would be difficult for Chen Chao himself to give a more vivid metaphor.
After all, because of a death hide-and-seek, and the modified line of fate, Xia Nannan’s feelings for Chen Chao are no longer pure hatred, but on the basis of weakening part of the hatred, they have been re-added and tied up with other emotional colors, specifically What remains to be verified by further observation.
In addition, the small black house function of the mobile phone makes Chen Chao the equivalent of tying a chain on Xia Nannan's body, allowing him to take the predominant position when he chooses the mode of getting along with ease in the posture of a conqueror.
Therefore, the two are now in a preliminary stage of re-testing and communicating with each other.
Compared with Chen Chao, who dominates and thinks of ghosts, Xia Nannan is more confused and unfamiliar, and a black raincoat woven with cold.
Xia Nannan took a step closer to the window, and then tore off the curtains, letting the violent rain wash over her dark raincoat. The cold touch was her familiar body feeling.
Deng Bin saw this move inexplicably.
Chen Chao squinted his eyes thoughtfully. He took out the portfolio from his schoolbag, then closed the zipper, and handed the schoolbag back to Xia Nannan.
The latter hesitated for two seconds, then took the schoolbag and put it on his raincoat, turned around and quietly watched the bright night sky emerging outside.
A pantomime with no language communication in the whole process, as the audience, ** and Deng Bin were dumbfounded, and even felt a little chill in their backs inexplicably.
"She and you?" Deng Bin asked.
"Legal, isn't it?" Chen Chao smiled.
The subtext is that since it is legal, I don't need to explain it to you.
Deng Bin is speechless. He has no right to interrogate Chen Chao until no conclusive evidence of the crime is found.
Even if he was able to enter the house to search, he had the permission of Chen Chao, um...or a "deal" that he didn't understand.
"It's a friend!" Chen Chao suddenly answered Deng Bin's question. He habitually supported the frame of the glasses and said quietly: "It's an old friend who has been separated for many years and met again!"
"The meaning in the words seems to be a non-long relationship!" Deng Bin felt a toothache, and he felt that if he continued to ask, it seemed that he was really going to put together a hot-eyed dog-blood drama.
The most annoying thing is that Chen Chao seems to have lost the meaning of continuing.
Deng Bin turned his attention back to Chen Chao, because the curtains were pulled off, and the rain in the house became heavier.
Chen Chao was about to turn off the computer.
Deng Bin took the lead, grabbed the computer screen, and quickly clicked with the mouse.
No other redundant files are opened on the computer desktop.
There is only one word document, and a page uploaded and reviewed by a novel website.
It is an uploaded novel called "Suspense Author's Survival Guide" under the pen name Wolf in Sheep's Clothing.
Deng Bin wrote down the name, and at the same time quickly took photos of the chapters in Word with his mobile phone, then turned off the computer, and at the same time leaned over and unplugged the power socket under the table.
"This keyboard is a bit scary!"
Deng Bin got up and glanced at the keyboard. This thing had nothing to do with the case, but it could help him analyze Chen Chao's character.
After all, not everyone has the guts to use such a horrifying mechanical keyboard. Just now he touched with his finger, and he felt that his heart was faint.
Chen Chao was like knocking on a piano, sliding his fingers across the keyboard, making a series of rattling sounds.
"Writing is a very brain-consuming thing, especially writing suspense and thriller novels, it kills tons of my brain cells every day, so in order not to dry up my inspiration, sometimes I need to use some special props." Chen Chao said the truth.
"The novelist's hobbies are really different!"
Deng Bin didn’t know if it was right. He turned and left without shying away from speaking. “Please stay in the house for a while. I will check the corridor again. If there are no problems, I will pick you up and have tea in the office later. ."
"Can I get a sleep there." Chen Chao pointed to the wet bed, "I was tossed and didn't sleep well this night."
Chen Chao predicted that the task of going to the game to check in would not be as simple as entering a door and having a cup of tea.
"You want it, whatever you want!" Deng Bin couldn't understand Chen Chao's thoughts, and he gritted his teeth and replied coldly.
When he walked out, Deng Bin let the police wait at the door and walked towards the landlady who was waving his rolling pin and scolding Jiao Kai.
"Jiao Kai, go to your room and take a look." Deng Bin broke in with a black face, "This landlord’s eldest sister, also followed along. I have some questions I want to ask you. In addition, I have to remind you and give false testimony. It is to bear legal responsibility."
"I know this, everyone in this building knows that I'm a money fan, but I'm not a lie." The landlord's aunt patted Jiao Kai's shoulder heavily while expressing her position.
"Well, let me ask you, when was the lock on the gate of the yard opened?"
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