In a police car.
** While driving, Deng Bin sat in the co-pilot and frowned, watching the night passing by the window.
The mystery is getting more and more, like the moon hidden by the black haze, even the shadow is covered.
In this short day, first was the case of concealing the corpse in a self-built building. At least three versions of the truth could not be distinguished between the true and the false.
Then, there followed a "crazy contagious" story, and it sounded even more bizarre and weird, I don't know how many versions of the story will appear later.
Well, there is another haunted house in Dongjiao that I haven't visited yet!
Deng Bin stroked the hair on the top of his head, with a premonition that this might be the last time to accompany him, and he was getting closer and closer to being completely bald.
On the back seat, Wang Yan and the "casket" were sitting side by side. She opened the terminal app. The "Suspense Author's Survival Guide" still had a single chapter of testimonials, and no new chapters were released.
"The psychiatrist Chen Zhuo lives in a community with Chen Chao. Do you think this is a coincidence?" Deng Bin asked.
"It's not a coincidence. This just shows that Chen Zhuo and Chen Chao have many opportunities for contact." Wang Yan expressed her inference: "I think we need to find Chen Zhuo first."
**There was no sound, and I drove silently.
"Go back and hand in the ashes to the material evidence center for identification." Deng Bin pondered for a moment, and then asked the police, "Forgot to ask you, what's the situation with Jiao Kai?"
"I detained him alone in a temporary detention room. I can see that his mood has eased a lot." ** said: "I showed him the picture of Xia Nannan, but he said he didn't know him. I think he was lying."
**Recalling Jiao Kai’s look when he saw the photo, he added and explained: “I carefully observed how he looked at the photo at the time. There was a hint of horror in his eyes, but it was not like identifying the murderer or accomplice, but more like reminiscing. The tragic condition of the dead."
Deng Bin and Wang Yan were stunned at the same time.
"You mean, Jiao Kai thinks that what you showed him was a photo of the deceased?" Wang Yan said suspiciously.
"It should be my feeling wrong!" ** scratched the back of his head and added: "But I turned over Jiao Kai's first statement. His description of the corpse at that time was quite similar to Xia Nannan's figure! "
"Of course the deceased can't be Xia Nuan." ** chuckled, denying some impossible "truth".
"Jiao Kai is still a breakthrough, still have to find a way to get more information from his mouth." Deng Bin did not entangle the wrong judgment of the police, and directly ordered.
"Also, did the footprints on the wall that I sent in the morning show any results?" Deng Bin asked again.
"I haven't replied yet." ** replied: "When the urn is tested later, I will urge the results."
Quiet again in the car.
…
Rongchang Garden 313 upstairs 1004.
The newly renovated house is full of fresh and elegant plain-toned wallpapers, and the background wall is a bright oil painting.
In the oil painting, there is a tall woman standing in the green mountains and rivers and beckoning to look back.
Wang Kang sat on the sofa and looked at the oil painting in a daze. After a while, the old-fashioned pendulum hung on the wall pointed to 12 o'clock in the morning.
The pendulum swayed "clang clang", and a woman's voice came from the bedroom: "Wang Kang, I'm going to sleep first!"
Wang Kang returned to his senses with a smile on his face and replied: "Okay, I'll wash it up."
He got up and went to the bathroom to boil a pot of hot water, walked out with a footbath and sat on the edge of the sofa, took off his socks, and soaked his feet in.
The skin on his feet was red and swollen from the hot water. Wang Kang used his nails to dig out the dead skin from the soles of his feet, and hit the tiles with his heels to make a "dongdongdong" sound.
Suddenly, he stopped, and his pupils suddenly shrank.
There is a circle of black marks on the inner ankle, which is slowly smeared under the fumigation of hot water, like a puddle of paint or ink. Wang Kang touched it with his finger, and it was a little sticky.
"When did this come in?"
Wang Kang picked up the socks and saw a slender black mark on the neckline of the socks, as thin as a woman's hair.
Wang Kang's face suddenly turned pale, and his eyes stared to the ground stiffly.
…
Downstairs 313. (904)
Coke stepped on the table, the belly cracked and squirmed out white powder, and a glass bead fell on the white powder together.
Chen Chao squeezed the powder. He wanted to taste the taste, but finally felt that it was too heavy, so he swept it into the trash can.
"In the future, don't take things like this that may be 404 at home."
Chen Chao looked at the deflated face of the bottle cap, then took out a large wine glass and filled it with Coke and pushed it over.
"However, your initiative is worthy of praise."
The lid of the bottle pouted, and the whole body grabbed the mouth of the cup and rolled in. The whole body was soaked and blackened, leaving only a small head on the outside, and bubbles were spitting out from the mouth.
"Hmm~~~Puff~~"
[Bottle Cap's favorability to you +3↑]
Chen Chao gazed at the bottle cap with relief. His care is not in vain, he is a child who knows how to be grateful!
Half a cup of Coke got the bottle cap, Chen Chao took out the bank card and threw it back to Xia Nannan, pretending to say: "You still have to bring a bank card when you go out. From now on, you will go to the sports car and pay a certain salary every day, and you will deposit the rest. Treat yourself as private money!"
Xia Nannan took back the bank card and stared suspiciously at Chen Chao. She didn't believe that Chen Chao was so generous.
Sure enough, the numbers that Chen Chao reported in the next second made her mouth curled up with sarcasm.
(Ps: The specific figures are discussed in this chapter!)
Closing the bedroom door, Chen Chao first turned on the computer and looked at the data in the writer's backstage.
No way, this kind of thing is just like an addiction. If you don't click on it for a while, you will feel uncomfortable.
Ding!
Ding!
Two notification sounds for text messages in the station!
"Ouch?!!!"
Chen Chao licked his lips. There are many kinds of site shorts that can arrive during the new book upload period, such as "chapter blocking", "404 notice", and "site advertisement". There is only one possibility.
-The signing station is short!
With two fresh standing short corpses on the white and empty interface, Chen Chao rudely tore open the wrapped clothes, revealing the carefully edited "fresh meat" inside.
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As a Laopujie, Chen Chao is very clear about the signing process of the terminal network. The first station has confirmed that the contract can be signed, and the corresponding editor has been locked, and then the official signing station will be short for a period of time. This interval is empty. To put it bluntly, everyone is pretending to be greeted when they want to refuse.
Chen Chao glanced at the short interval of time between the two stations. The difference was 27 seconds. That is to say, he couldn't wait for a pee!
"Oh~ I want to sign me so impatiently!"
Chen Chao grinned, and he was happy in his heart: "I cut the book warning, 80% of which was to scare the editor into it. It seems that I'm really going to be on fire this time!"