Zhou Nan's heart was shocked.

He knew that the boiler worker inside was a perverted killer in his memories of his previous life. A potential psychopathic killer, plus this faint slit music...... Suddenly appeared on this person, Zhou Nanyan can not be sensitive!

Zhou Nan immediately put down the thermos in his hand, took out a cigarette, pretended to be begging for fire, and went around the empty field to the back, knocking on the boiler worker's workshop.

Knock knock!

Zhou Nan let out a long breath and knocked forcefully on the rusty wooden door.

The door opened suddenly, and a middle-aged man with a medium height and fair complexion and meticulously combed hair appeared in front of Zhou Nan's eyes like a ghost, looking at Zhou Nan coldly and saying in a deep voice, "What are you doing?" Get the water to the front! ”

Zhou Nan smiled, "I'm sorry, master, I stayed up all night with the bed, I was a little sleepy, I wanted to smoke a cigarette and forgot to bring a fire, do you have a lighter?" Borrow a fire messenger! ”

The boiler worker sighed, lowered his head and began to dig out his pocket, and while he was digging his pocket, Zhou Nan quickly glanced inside. In the middle of it was a large boiler, and on the left was a wire bed, and at the head of the bed was a black double-speaker cassette recorder, from which the snooping music must have come from; On the right is a large pile of slag, but it is not messy at all, and it is neatly piled up.

Zhou Nan's eyes swept around and quietly took it back, and the boilerman took out a beige lighter from his pocket and handed it to Zhou Nan. Zhou Nan lit a cigarette, then took out his Ashima with a smile, took out one and handed it to him, and said with a smile, "Master, are you here too?" ”

The boilermaker waved his hand lightly, "Thank you, I don't smoke." ”

With that, he turned around and walked back into the house, closing the door with his hand.

Zhou Nan smiled, turned around and left, and suddenly inadvertently found a dry black trace in a corner of the steps under the door frame, much like the scene after the dripping blood stains had dried up.

Zhou Nan's heart jumped suddenly, and he quickly leaned down to take a closer look, and then left in a hurry, the doubts in his heart became thicker and thicker.

He is not an expert in criminal investigation, but he intuitively feels that this person has some internal or external connection with the case of Zhang Xiumei's murdered corpse.

However...... At that time, he stayed in the boiler room to work and did not leave, which Zhou Nan can be sure. Because since noon, Zhou Nan has been sitting at the door of the inpatient building outside the boiler room "squatting", and he has turned around a few times in the middle to watch, he has indeed never left the inpatient ward of the hospital, let alone killing people and dismembering corpses and driving around to throw corpses.

Even if he killed Zhang Xiumei in broad daylight at that time, and assuming that the crime scene was in this boiler room, but he didn't have a doppelganger technique, how could he drive to throw the corpse? For Zhou Nan, this is an unsolvable puzzle.

Moreover, Zhou Nan had already inquired about the person's commuting and work time from the hospital. I started boiling water at 6 a.m., continued to boil water at 11 p.m., and then continued until 5 p.m., and did not rest on Saturdays and weeks. Since it was working time, it was absolutely impossible for him to leave his job for several hours in full view, because the boiling water boiler had to adjust the heat and control the temperature at any time.

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Zhou Nan turned on the boiling water and went back to the ward with a heavy heart. Knockout music, boiler room, boiler workers, corpse shredding, female deceased, that little bit of blood...... These key words kept flashing in his mind, and he seemed to faintly see a glimmer of dazzling light, but he didn't have a clue.

Seeing that he felt a little absent-minded, Meng Chunting thought he was ...... sighed faintly in his heart, and said softly, "Xiao Zhou, you go back to work, I can do it alone." Hehe, it's really not good, just let Dai Long find someone to come over, and it's done! ”

Zhou Nan suddenly raised his head and caught a glimpse of the flashing "grievance" on Meng Chunting's face, and knew in his heart that she had misunderstood herself, but he couldn't explain this kind of thing, and there was no need to explain anything, so he smiled and didn't say anything, just soaked the towel in hot water, then wrung it out, strode over and said with a smile, "Mr. Meng, I'll help you wipe your face." ”

Before Meng Chunting could say anything to refuse, Zhou Nan sat on the edge of the hospital bed, leaned down and carefully lay the hot towel on Meng Chunting's face, and gently wiped it up little by little. The hot towel covered her eyes, and a strange warm current and warm veins suddenly surged from the bottom of Meng Chunting's heart, her eyes were red, and she couldn't help but shed tears.

Over the years, she has lived alone with Chen Xi, and her career has been very smooth, although she looks beautiful on the outside, but the loneliness and pain in her heart are not enough for outsiders. Especially as a mother, she has been taking care of her daughter Chen Xi, but as a woman who also needs care, how can anyone care about her and wipe her face with a hot towel so gently?

Zhou Nan's inadvertent small action once again plucked the fragile heartstrings that Meng Chunting hid in the depths of her heart.

Suddenly, Meng Chunting choked up, her shoulders trembled, and her chest rose and fell slightly. Zhou Nan was stunned, slowly took away the towel, looked at Meng Chunting with teary eyes, and couldn't say a word.

But Meng Chunting hesitated, and finally reached out and grabbed Zhou Nan's hand, although her hand tightly grasped Zhou Nan's hand, it was slightly trembling and cold. Zhou Nan hesitated slightly, then let Meng Chunting take his hand and slowly put it on her chest.

Her chest was warm and bullet-in, and Zhou Nan's hand was pressed into the natural crack by her hand, and she stopped awkwardly.

Just when Zhou Nan didn't know what to do, he suddenly found that Meng Chunting was holding his hand and fell asleep, with a warm and satisfied smile floating on her charming face.

Zhou Nan was speechless, but he couldn't move, if he wanted to move, he would inevitably touch the bulging private parts of Meng Chunting's chest...... So he couldn't move, didn't dare to move, and sat there helplessly, falling into deep thought in a rather strange posture.

Fortunately, there were no doctors and nurses at this time, otherwise, he might have thought that he had a bad intention to molest the patient.

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The cold and stiff face of the boilermaker just now appeared in front of him, and the question mark in Zhou Nan's head became more and more eye-catching and thick.

Obviously, he didn't have the time to commit the crime, but how did he feel that he was the murderer?!

Meng Chunting was hospitalized by chance, and Zhou Nan came to the boiler room of the inpatient department of Haidu People's Hospital to fetch water, and accidentally found something accidental...... All these accidental factors were superimposed, Zhou Nan not only completely overturned his previous inferences about this case, but suddenly gave birth to the feeling that the person was the murderer who killed Zhang Xiumei and dismembered the body!

It's a weird feeling, and it's intense!

So much so that no matter how Zhou Nan solves it, he can't solve it!

Meng Chunting didn't really fall asleep in the past, but seemed to be asleep immersed in an ethereal and warm illusion that couldn't extricate herself. She knew that it was indecent, but she was reluctant to let go of Zhou Nan's hand.

Time passed little by little, Zhou Nan finally moved slightly because of his awkward posture, his hand moved slightly on Meng Chunting's chest, and he wanted to pull it away, but he was "hugged" by Meng Chunting's hand, and he had no choice but to let it go again.

But this one was "placed" in the wrong place, and it fell on a full and straight plumpness.

Zhou Nan's hand trembled as if he had been electrocuted, while Meng Chunting immediately flew her cheeks, suddenly let go of her hand, turned her face away, closed her eyes, and her breathing became very short.

Zhou Nan immediately retracted his hand in embarrassment, turned his back, and a deep wry smile appeared on his face.

At this time, he actually couldn't figure out what kind of feeling he had for Meng Chunting. Feelings are far from being talked about, but to say that there is no feeling at all is pure self-deception...... As soon as he thought of this, Meng Chunting's plump and mature body behind him seemed to be fresh in front of his eyes all of a sudden, and it ticked the wild surname and ** in his heart a little bit.

Zhou Nan was startled, and secretly sighed ashamed of his almost crazy and shameless thoughts.

"You go back...... behind her, Meng Chunting said softly, her voice suppressed with endless shame and embarrassment. She couldn't forgive herself, because of a momentary confusion, the majesty of her leadership was gone, and the dignity of a strong woman was completely swept away.

Zhou Nan turned his head, quietly stared at Meng Chunting with a complicated face, and suddenly smiled.

"What are you laughing at?!" Meng Chunting glared at Zhou Nan with some annoyance, unaware that she had inadvertently emitted a little bit of her little daughter's coquettish taste.

"No, I didn't laugh at anything." Zhou Nan got up lightly, left the ward with a word.

"I'll go out and talk to the doctor, see what to eat for you, and you can sleep again."

Hearing a trace of concern from Zhou Nan's voice, Meng Chunting was inexplicably happy in her heart, but suddenly felt that there was no respect and respect for her own leader in his voice, and she stared at his departing back in shame, and pursed her lips tightly.

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Not long after, Zhou Nan was familiar with several little nurses on duty in the nurse's station, and intentionally or unintentionally found out some information about the boiler worker in the boiler room of the inpatient department.

According to the nurses, the man's surname was a bit withdrawn and weird, but he was a regular worker at the hospital, not a temporary worker. It is said that many years ago, he was a doctor in another tertiary hospital, and was transferred from his post because of the style of men and women, and later he was transferred to the inpatient department of Haidu People's Hospital and worked as a boiler worker.

Hearing that this person turned out to be a doctor before, Zhou Nan was shocked and secretly felt lucky. In his previous life, he still didn't pay enough attention to this perverted killer, and he didn't fully grasp all the information about him, if it wasn't for Meng Chunting's appendicitis attack this time, he helped her stay in the hospital and accompany her for another night, and accidentally found something, he would really miss this person!

Hearing that the doctor said that Meng Chunting could eat a little liquid food, but not greasy things and too hard food, Zhou Nan immediately left the hospital and prepared to go to the food stall opposite the hospital to buy something for Meng Chunting to eat.

But halfway through, he turned back and slowly wandered to the boiler room.

From a distance, his eyes suddenly froze, his mouth opened wide, and his hands clenched tightly.

At the door of the boiler room, a black Hongqi sedan was parked at the moment, about six or seven percent new.

For a moment, Zhou Nan's heart was excited, and his shoulders trembled a little with excitement. After a glance, he wrote down the license plate number firmly, and then sat down on the edge of the flower pond on one side as if nothing happened, lit a cigarette, and waited quietly.

After a while, I found a tall young man about twenty-seven years old and the boiler worker named Jiang Dajun talking side by side and laughing out of the house and walking towards the black red flag car.

The tall young man jumped into the car, while Jiang Dajun stood beside the car and leaned over in the afternoon, as if communicating something with him. After a while, he saw the tall young man throw a cigarette out of the car, Jiang Dajun took the cigarette and turned to leave. And the black red flag car started at the same time, turned around, and galloped away.

Zhou Nan got up, stomped his feet fiercely, and secretly scolded himself for being confused.

It wasn't until this moment that it dawned on him: Who said there was only one murderer? If the murderer is two people, then everything will go smoothly. One crushed corpse, the other threw corpse, with tacit understanding......

Yes, yes, it must be so!

Zhou Nan excitedly trotted out of the gate of the hospital, hummed a little tune all the way to a store and bought a set of stainless steel tableware, and then went to a wonton shop not far away to buy a bowl of hot wontons for Meng Chunting, and carried it back to the ward.

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Kunyang City.

At 8 o'clock in the morning, Zhang Ying, Cui Jing and Zhao Zhiheng, manager of the supply and marketing branch of the Pagoda Cigarette Group, sat in Zhao Zhiheng's black Santana car and entered the factory area of the magnificent Pagoda Group headquarters.

Zhang Ying browsed through the car window the rows of neat and long factories in the factory, the neat and orderly beige buildings, and the straight and spacious internal roads of the factory, and secretly sighed in his heart: a big enterprise is a big enterprise, just look at the appearance of this factory, BD Group is a grade higher than Qing'an Cigarette Manufacturing Factory, and it is worthy of being the top three tobacco companies in the same industry in China.

Last night's banquet was a success, and it was a happy one. Zhang Ying prepared a generous gift for each of the leaders of the pagoda group who came to participate in the banquet, and then came up with a very "feasible surname" cooperation plan, and also introduced the successful cooperation between Feiteng Company and Qing'an Cigarette Manufacturing Factory to each other in detail.

It must be said that the model of joint-stock cooperation between tobacco enterprises and flavor manufacturing enterprises and the integration of production and marketing "invented" by Zhou Nan is very attractive, and its charm mainly lies in the fact that the tobacco factory has controlled the downstream industrial chain and has a considerable profit input, which is basically equivalent to diluting and reducing the cost of tobacco enterprises and making tobacco enterprises more accountable.

Therefore, the leaders of the headquarters of BD Group were very interested in this, so they took the initiative to invite Zhang Ying and Cui Jing to visit the factory the next day, and at the same time further talk about the actual surname.

At this point, the cooperation has basically been successful for the most part. Later, if Zhang Ying did not expect, BD Group will definitely put forward the requirement of a high degree of holding, and if Zhang Ying agrees, the cooperation will be finalized.

(To be continued)