The staff of the Secret Service are professional and fast.

But not much information was found.

The images extracted from the camera's memory card are basically the images of Zheng Xinyue playing the piano.

Morning, noon, and evening, it seems that her life is spent in non-stop playing the piano.

So the trail seems to have been broken from here.

However, Chen Xuesong has already arranged for someone to go to Zheng Wenke's hometown to investigate.

So there is nothing to do with Song Jingxing.

So he said hello to Wu Yushu and them, and Song Jingxing decided to go back to sleep.

Waiting for the taxi, Song Jingxing suddenly remembered Zhao Liren, and he didn't know what happened to him.

Yesterday, Chen Xuesong told her that Happy Animation was temporarily blocked, and all employees were dismissed, and they would return to work after the weirdness was resolved, which was also a kind of protection for them in disguise.

So he dialed Zhao Liren's phone, although it was almost twelve o'clock now.

But he knew that Zhao Liren was also a night owl, and the two often played in the middle of the night.

Sure enough, the call was quickly connected.

"Brother Zhao, how is it, is your wrist better, can you play with me online?" Song Jingxing pretended to be relaxed.

"I'm at work. Zhao Liren said on the phone.

"Going to work?"

Song Jingxing knows that the Internet company 996 is a blessing, but now it's almost 12 o'clock at night, so it's impossible to go to work now, right?

And isn't the happy anime being seized?

"Brother Zhao, are you okay, it's twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, what kind of work are you going to, come out and, I'll have a treat." Song Jingxing tentatively explored.

"Good. Zhao Liren immediately agreed when he heard this.

Song Jingxing was a little stunned when he heard Zhao Liren's promise so neatly, and he always felt that something was wrong.

Song Jingxing didn't speak, and Zhao Liren on the other end of the phone didn't speak, quietly, and a strange atmosphere permeated.

In the end, Song Jingxing spoke: "Then we'll see you in the old place." ”

Then hung up the phone.

The old place in Song Jingxing's mouth is a barbecue stall called Lao Cui not far from Happy Anime.

When he rushed over, Zhao Liren was already sitting there waiting for him.

Song Jingxing had the intention to observe him, so he immediately noticed the abnormality.

Because of his long-term sedentary work, Zhao Liren likes to hunch over and play with his mobile phone when he sits.

And now he has a straight waist, not at all like him on weekdays.

There were a few people sitting in the other seats around them, they were eating and drinking, and few people were talking.

I didn't see anything wrong.

But Song Jingxing still walked over very cautiously, and then sat down opposite him.

"Brother Zhao, have you had a meal?" Song Jingxing asked as he carefully observed the other party.

Zhao Liren shook his head.

"Then I'll do something. ”

Song Jingxing was just about to pick up the menu next to him, and Zhao Liren took it faster than him.

"Okay, here you go. ”

Zhao Liren didn't speak, and nodded.

Then flip through the menu.

"Kebabs, is it okay?"

"Yes. ”

"Beef skewers, is that okay?"

"Yes. ”

"Roasted eggplant, is it okay?"

"Yes. ”

......

Zhao Liren read down the menu all the way.

At the beginning, Song Jingxing nodded and said yes, because it really can.

But gradually, he felt that something was wrong, and he obviously didn't want to eat it in his heart, but when the words came to his mouth, it became okay.

And Zhao Liren's voice has changed, because this is not his voice at all, it is obviously a female voice.

Song Jingxing struggled in his heart, but it was still to no avail.

No, no......

Song Jingxing kept answering like this in his heart.

But when Zhao Liren asked again, Song Jingxing said yes.

It was as if he had become a puppet, and his body could no longer make his own decisions.

Gradually, the corners of Zhao Liren's mouth went up, revealing a very hideous smile, like a clown with a mask.

At this time, the people who were eating and drinking at the stall all turned their heads with the same smile on their faces.

And these people are all employees of Happy Animation.

"Grilled squid, ......"

Song Jingxing's heart was in crisis, and he knew that if he said it was okay.

I'm afraid that they will become puppets like them.

So he had to respond.

System-Summon-Howl.

Wanwan suddenly appeared beside Song Jingxing.

Then put his hands behind him, lean forward slightly, and let out a wail to the other party.

Song Jingxing also heard Wanwan's wail for the first time.

Even if it wasn't coming from him, he could still feel a pain in his skin.

Tears poured down uncontrollably.

All the negative emotions that had happened in the past came to my mind.

It's as if the whole world has lost its color.

But because of this, Song Jingxing was finally able to control himself to speak.

"No, you can't. ”

"No, you can't. ”

......

Song Jingxing roared loudly.

Zhao Liren on the opposite side was like a puppet that had been disconnected, and immediately collapsed on the table.

The same was true for the rest of the barbecue stands, but they still had weird smiles on their faces.

Wanwan stopped wailing, and looked at Song Jingxing next to her with her neck a little confused.

Song Jingxing wiped the tears on her face with her sleeve and touched her head.

Say "thank you" from the bottom of your heart, and call her back.

Look at these familiar faces in front of you, turning into stiff puppets.

Song Jingxing's heart was indescribably angry and sad.

"You've become a puppet, who will I find to play with you in the future?"

looked at Zhao Liren, who was slumped opposite him, and said leisurely.

He didn't smoke anymore, but he suddenly wanted to smoke a cigarette, but he didn't smoke.

"Hetui, the world of real TMD fucking. ”

Song Jingxing burst into a foul language.

Then he took out the phone and called the logistics section of the special affairs bureau and asked them to come and wash the floor.

The loss of friends and the gentle wailing made Song Jingxing's mood extremely heavy.

Without waiting for the logistics department to come, he got up and wanted to go home and get a good night's sleep, he was too tired tonight.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw barely touched food on the next table.

He thought about it for a while, found a plastic bag, packed it all up, and couldn't waste it.

As for the boss, he has long since turned into a puppet.

He also had an eerie smile on his face.

Song Jingxing didn't call a taxi, but carried a convenience bag and kept moving along the road.

In the silence of the night, under the orange street lamps, there is a faint loneliness.

Song Jingxing thought about it and summoned Wanwan again.

Wanwan craned her neck and looked at him with some confusion.

Song Jingxing bent down and took her little hand.

"Let's go, let's go home. ”

Wanwan gave him a smile.

Song Jingxing was stunned for a moment.

He was now 100% sure that Wanwan was more agile and more human.

But isn't that better?

Why do you want to do so much?

Song Jingxing pulled Wanwan all the way forward.

In this cold night, Wanwan's cold little hands actually gave him a warm feeling.

PS: Ask for a monthly pass