Do you know what it's like to be confined to confinement?

――I don't know.

The above is the answer of the majority of the people.

Well, do you know what it's like to close a small black house?

At a time and place where the temperature is suitable, there are no mosquitoes, and the light is extremely dim, which is very suitable for sleeping, it is really unscientific that a Wang Xingren who sleeps when he is full must keep his eyes open and keep vigil.

Wen Yang admires those hard-working canine seniors very much at the moment, and it seems that the behavior of vigil is as natural for them as breathing air.

But Wenyang can't do it!

It's so difficult to keep vigil, and your eyes are fighting all the time!

Silently resting his chin on his two front paws, Wen Yang knew that he had been assigned a hard errand.

Whether it is out of the protection of Song Hanzhong, or the protection of pandas and white ears, or even the protection of Shimmer's scientific research achievements, in short, Wenyang inexplicably derives a strong sense of responsibility.

Since you have found something strange and others have not, you must find a way to find out these things.

Isn't there a saying that with great power comes great responsibility?

Squinted for a while, woke up, was in a daze, jumped off the chair and stretched his waist silently, and quietly did a set of eighth set of broadcast gymnastics to refresh himself, anyway, the light at the door was only enough for Wen Yang to see the surrounding environment clearly, and the novel xstxt in the room was dark, even if Song Hanzhong woke up, he couldn't see it.

Wandering around the desk, getting back on the computer chair, watching the light slit under the door from afar, pricking up his ears and not letting go of any wind and grass, and doing radio gymnastics again when he was sleepy......

And so, the first night of the vigil passed with boredom, and nothing happened.

When the first rays of light shone into Song Hanzhong's office through the glass window, Wen Yang twisted his neck excitedly and looked downstairs from time to time.

When some cars drove one after another from the bottom of the building, some people got out of the car and walked into the main building of the Shimmer R&D Center, a few minutes later, fragmentary footsteps and conversations came from the corridor, Wenyang could no longer hold back the burst of sleepiness, like a big blanket soft paste on the chair, and fell asleep.

"Da Mao, wake up, it's time to eat."

A faint voice came, sounding very distant, but a wisp of the aroma of teriyaki soy sauce lingered close to him.

Wen Yang closed his eyes, twitched his nose and moved his head slightly, looking for the source of the aroma.

The tip of his nose touched a hot, wet thing, and he reflexively stuck out his tongue and licked it, well, braised chicken thighs!

Even when he was half-asleep and half-awake, Wenyang also gave full play to the foodie's ability to "smell the fragrance and recognize the vegetables", and as soon as he found something delicious, he immediately opened his mouth without hesitation and took a bite of it, pinching the chicken leg and shaking in front of Wenyang's mouth Song Hanzhong was frightened and quickly let go.

"Still asleep?"

Looking at the fat husky munching with his eyes closed, Song Hanzhong shook his head incredulously.

Last night, Da Mao and himself slept at the same time, why didn't he get up in the morning, he didn't get up at noon, and he even ate with his eyes closed, how sleepy it was.

The computer chair where Wen Yang was lying had already been pushed aside, and Song Hanzhong was very considerate and did not affect Wen Yang's rest, but sat on another chair pulled in the morning, sat at the desk and continued to be busy.

continued to be in a state of sleep, and in the evening, Wen Yang, with the "assistance" of Song Hanzhong, ingested another large chop and a few green vegetables, and then slept until the corridor gradually quieted down, and suddenly opened his eyes nervously.

Why is it so quiet in the corridor, it's scary!

Finding himself lying on a computer chair, and the computer chair was pushed into a corner, Wen Yang jumped off the chair, stretched, walked to the desk and glanced at the time on the computer monitor.

It's less than eight o'clock in the evening.

Song Hanzhong, who was sitting at the desk, turned his head when he heard the movement, looked at the fat husky who was probing his brain, and said with a smile:

"Got enough sleep? Let's go, take you home. Your father Gong just called a few times. ”

Go home?

No, no, no!

As soon as he heard that he went home, Wen Yang jumped into the computer chair in the corner of the wall in three steps and two steps, lying down like kraft candy, motionless.

It's only been a vigil for one night, how can you give up halfway.

In view of the fat husky's dead-faced attitude, Song Hanzhong had no choice but to call Gong Jiang again and tell him that for unknown reasons, the possible reason was to commit the second crime, and his family's big hair refused to go back. Gong Jiang was very worried, and asked three or four times suspiciously, "Is it really okay?" By the way, I told Song Hanzhong about the "Moon and a Half Micro Comics" combination, these two people haven't seen Da Mao for several days, and they are asking about Da Mao's situation, and then they hung up the phone hesitantly.

Time flies, and midnight is approaching in the blink of an eye.

There was a sound of footsteps at the door of the laboratory, and he walked in the direction of the elevator.

That's an overtime worker preparing to leave work.

Hey, it's not easy to do anything, I don't know if there is overtime pay when you get off work at this point?

Wen Yang thought about a meeting and deserted, and after a while, the entire building was empty, and the room was quiet.

During this time, Song Hanzhong basically stared at the R&D team working overtime to catch up with the vaccine during the day, because of the Hitler disappearance case, he had to take time to watch the surveillance video a little bit - the video was too long, Song Hanzhong watched it whenever he was free, and he had seen almost seventy or eighty percent of the way, and Wenyang also saw that he had built a table and recorded the time points that he thought there was a problem. Of course, as the manager of the R&D center, Song Hanzhong will definitely make a call to inquire about the progress of the case.

Although he slept with his eyes closed during the day, Wen Yang also listened to what was said on the phone.

It seems that there is a problem with that surveillance video, and there are stuck stops in several corridor corners, doorways, etc., during certain periods.

The person in charge of the monitoring room has been asked to cooperate with the investigation.

I wonder what the results of the survey will be?

Is this guy innocent, or is it a thief's guilt?

After thinking about things for a while, Wen Yang yawned big.

Based on his experience of not sleeping all night last night, if he didn't go down to the ground to do an eighth set of broadcast gymnastics after the first yawn, it would be time to nod his head and take a nap.

Jumping off the ground lightly, stepping on the slightly cool marble floor, Wen Yang silently recited the trumpet: The eighth set of broadcast gymnastics starts now. Stand still - go!

One two three four.

Two-two-three-four.

Three-two-three-who?

A slight creak came from the end of the hallway.

The sound was very small, but in the quiet of the night, the hearing of Wenyang canines still caught this subtle sound.

Click.

Click, click.

Three tones.

Wen Yang heard three slight blows.

What is this?

Clapping?

it, code!

It's so tense and exciting, is this high energy ahead!?

Wen Yang didn't dare to move, but he felt a thumping sound from his heart. Shaking his head and gently turning his fluffy ears, Wen Yang concentrated all his attention and nervously listened to the movement in the corridor.

The dull sound of objects falling one after another stimulated Wen Yang's eardrums at a frequency of about one sound per second.

Again, the sound is very slight.

And quickly moved towards this side of the hallway.

As the sound moved, the marble beneath his feet vibrated slightly.

The narrow, light-filled crack in the door suddenly darkened.

In an instant, a large number of words poured into Wen Yang's mind.

Creeping, the moon is dark and the wind is high, masked thieves, murder and killing......

This murder is a bit scary, I can't think about it, it seems that there is really a thief, what should I do?

Yes, there are thieves, look for the police.

With a sharp turn around with his tail between his legs, Wen Yang jumped high and jumped onto Song Hanzhong's big desk.

Don't get me wrong, it's not because you're afraid, it's just because you're afraid that the big hairy duster will sweep the flowers and plants in the house, make an undue sound, and startle the uninvited guests outside the door, which is not good!

Lifting the claw, Wen Yang wanted to press the hands-free, fortunately thinking was a little faster than acting, thinking about it, Wen Yang lowered his head, bit the microphone, and lifted it aside.

Hands-free will also come out with a sound, and it is a loud sound, which is not appropriate.

Maybe it's because of the rapid secretion of adrenaline, Wen Yang's head melon is particularly good at this time. What is Han Xiaofeng's phone number, 13xxxxxx110?

Gently pressed the mobile phone number in his memory, and after a short beep, Captain Han's deep and powerful voice came from the earpiece.

"Song Hanzhong?"

"Hey, Xiao Song, what's the matter?"

Squatting on the table bitterly, Wen Yang was very helpless, what should I do if I can't speak?

"Is there anything wrong? Hung up the phone? ”

No way!

Wen Yang was very nervous, so nervous that he could only put his two front paws together with each other, it didn't matter if he didn't have fingers, he could even be considered clasping his hands together! Pray, Captain Han will receive the telepathy from here, there are bad guys coming!