Well, I'm tired and I really don't want to explain anything anymore, just assume she's sleepwalking!

"However, I remember that I did meet Mr. Su in a dream, and I chatted with you for a few words......" Sister Wang said blankly, as if she had been immersed in that dream.

I think this nurse must be sleepwalking! But I have been with her for more than two months, and I never noticed that she has sleepwalking.

Or maybe I was too tired from those two months?

Suddenly, a question came to my mind: could it be that she was always sleepwalking, sleepwalking to Jiangnan's study in the middle of the night and using his computer?

That's why Yu Zecheng has those surveillance videos? Is that like that? Jiangnan still doesn't know about the leakage of his family's surveillance videos, how would he react if he knew?

Sister Wang went to the living room to lie down on the sofa again, and soon fell asleep motionless. The speed and posture of this eldest sister falling asleep are incredible.

I stumbled upon my phone on the coffee table on the sofa, and it turned out to be here! No wonder I couldn't find it in the study or bedroom.

Could it be that when I was chatting with Sister Wang, who was sleepwalking, it was always placed on the coffee table? I don't remember it, because I never remembered to look for it.

I picked up my phone, opened WeChat, and clicked on Yu Zecheng's WeChat chat box. I don't know if he's awake at this time, I'd like to ask him now.

I quickly typed it over: "What day will it be verified?"

What does he know, didn't he always insist that I was Su Mo? I'm very much looking forward to what he said about how the verification works, and I can't even wait.

I got up with my phone and came to the study again, my mother went to the bedroom to accompany the children, and the big physique of Sister Wang occupied the sofa full, and I could only come to the study to stay.

Compared with the study in the south of the Yangtze River, Su Mo's study is simply a place of projectiles. Not to mention tatami mats, a computer desk is almost full.

Only the chair next to the computer desk can be sitted.

I sat down at the computer desk and tried to turn it on, but it wouldn't boot. I didn't figure it out for a long time, so I had to give up.

I rummaged through the drawers of my computer desk, but I didn't find anything of value. But I found a book of poems, written by Su Mo.

I looked at it casually, and the juanxiu font was very eye-catching and pleasant.

The small poems on each page are also very charming to read, and seem to be able to penetrate into the depths of the heart.

Flipping and flipping, I suddenly turned to the half-mutilated place. It looks as if half of the page was torn off, and it was torn off with a brush, as if the first half of the poem was deliberately left behind.

"Code in the wind

If the wind can convey the mind

Whether it's from you

Still running towards you

All must carry my greetings

and enduring affection

Gentle

Fiery

Berserk"

Obviously, there is more to come, and the poem can't end there, but why is it missing half a bit?

Who tore off the bottom half of the page? Why did you tear it off? What exactly does the second half of the page have to tear off?

I picked up the pen and read the poem over and over again, and as I read it, I couldn't help but pick up the pen and continue to write two sentences:

"It's all just to tell you

Someone loves you."

After I finished writing, I read it carefully a few more times, and the more I read it, the more I felt that these two sentences were the original text.

Realizing this, my hand shook violently, and the pen fell out of my hand, rolling all the way down the computer desk and falling to the floor.

I was stunned and hurriedly squatted down to look for it. But my legs had just recovered and I couldn't squat down, so I had to stand up and search the ground with my eyes.

How much spare space could there be in such a small study? I searched several times as far as my eye could see, but I couldn't see the pen.

Did it roll under the computer desk? I suddenly had an idea, could there be something else under the computer desk that was accidentally dropped?

The diaries and the computer desk drawers have been sorted out, and there is no trace of anything useful.

There is a dead spot under the computer desk! The pen just now can roll into it, and anything else may fall below without being found!

I was so excited about this thought that I didn't think too much about it, so I cautiously lay on the ground so that I could see under the computer desk.

Belch...... It's so cold on the ground!

I turned on the flashlight function in my phone, and the right side of my face was pressed against the ground, and I looked under the computer desk by the light of the flashlight on my phone.

Sure enough, there was something!

In addition to the pen, there seems to be a letter.

I had to move my body a little closer, and try to look inside, and this time I could see it more clearly, and it was indeed a letter!

I put my hand inside, my whole arm inside, and tried to explore inside, and kept touching my hand everywhere.

But I just can't touch it.

I wondered how wide the whole computer desktop could be, and I couldn't touch it on one side, so I got up and moved to the other side and lay on the ground and reached in and touched my arms.

However, I still can't touch it. It's as if there's nothing in there, not even dust.

Am I mistaken?

I put my phone flashlight in again to shine it, and the letter was lying there. That's weird!

The computer desk itself isn't as wide as two arms combined?

I stared at the letter in a daze by the light of my mobile phone flashlight, obviously close at hand, why can't I touch it?

I had to stand up, looking for something more than the width of my computer desk to hook.

I was looking for such things everywhere in this little study, and when I found it, I found that there were a lot of things in this little study that shouldn't belong in the study.

Ropes, ropes of all kinds.

There are strips of cloth that look like they are made by hand, plastic ones that are very hard and stiff, similar to the ropes used to tie boxes and baskets in farmers' markets, and very thin and long twine ropes.

What are these ropes for? Why are there so many ropes?

I also found a lot of hairs in the place where the rope was placed. I picked up the hair and put it under my nose, but suddenly I had a splitting headache.

I had to hold my head right away, and I didn't have time to throw away the hair that had fallen. At the moment when my fingers pinched those fallen hair and hugged my head, many images flashed quickly in my mind.

A hand tied to the handle of a chair with a rope, and the face of an incomparably familiar man!

Who's that? Who is that man?

My headaches were getting worse and the images in my mind were spinning in a rapid cycle.

The man...... Who does he feel......