On Sunday morning, the "Handsome Hair Salon", located in the downtown business district, welcomed an uninvited guest.

"Haircuts? Wait over there. The barber, who was doing an "ion perm" for a cute girl, pointed to the bench near the entrance of the store.

"No, I'm a college student in the neighborhood and I'm here to do my dissertation research, can you help me if you have time?" Just fill out a form and you're good to go. The young man, dressed very casually, took out a folded piece of white paper from his pocket as he spoke.

"Huh? I'm busy? I don't have time to spend with you. The flat-cheeked, somewhat emaciated barber replied angrily, apparently not at all interested in filling out forms or anything like that.

"It's okay, I can wait, it won't disturb your work." The "college student" sitting on the bench said politely.

Three hours later......

"Why did it take so long?" The girl sitting in the cold drink shop frowned.

"That guy was quite vigilant, and it took me a long time to convince him to fill out the form." Zhao Nuo said as he took out the crumpled "questionnaire" in his pocket and put it on the table, and looked at the words on it:

Unlike the previous letter sent to Zhou Yan's father, the words on this piece of paper looked awkward, looking like they were written by a stubborn junior high school student who had never practiced calligraphy.

Seeing the handwriting on it, Zhou Yan's face darkened, and he said in a low voice: "Are you sure he didn't write it like this on purpose?" ”

"No, and more importantly, this man is left-handed." Zhao Nuo said.

Judging from the direction of the friction of a few vague words on the previous letter, it was clear that the person who wrote the letter had done it with his right hand, but the barber had undoubtedly used his left hand to hold the pen when he filled out the questionnaire. Although there are people who can write with both hands, according to Zhao Nuo's observation just now, the barber is indeed left-handed. Because he uses his left hand even when he gets a haircut.

"All in all, I think you're probably looking for the wrong person." Zhao Nuo came to the final conclusion.

"Then it's troublesome......" The ghost scriptor's face was very gloomy.

For four years, the girl who was carried away by hatred has been acting on the premise that "the barber is the letter writer", and now she suddenly learns that the barber is not the culprit of the incident, and she will naturally be a little disappointed for a while.

And whether it is Zhao Nuo or Zhou Yan, they know very well that if that guy is not the culprit. It is undoubtedly very difficult to find out the identity of the real writer when there is only one letter.

――If the identity of the letter writer could be found out so easily, the two most famous serial killers in history, "Jack the Ripper" and "Zodiac Killer", would not have been able to get away with it without sending a "challenge letter" to the police.

Looking at the girl sitting opposite him with a lost look, Zhao Nuo pushed the milkshake cup in his hand that he hadn't drunk in her direction to her, and then began to find a way to appease this guy's feelings:

"Don't be too sad, now you don't have the motivation to live only by revenge, don't forget that we are still here."

After getting along these days. Whether it's himself or Jian Hitomi, and Christine, who doesn't know where now. Raymond has established a good relationship with Zhou Yan. was originally like a "ghost and god scriptwriter" who completely fell into the abyss, but now he finally looks like a normal person.

"yes, I know." Zhou Yan nodded slightly.

"Let's go, give this thing to 'Xiaobai', and then we'll go home." Zhao Nuo said and stood up and tidied up his clothes.

"Hmm."

The pale girl gulped down the milkshake in front of her and walked over quickly.

Drive to the door of Bai Xiaolin's rented apartment. After handing over the "questionnaire" to her, Zhao Nuo took Zhou Yan home.

-- Be careful.

Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the girl who was sitting in the passenger seat without saying a word. Zhao Nuo secretly made a judgment in his heart.

Even though Zhou Yan now looks more obedient than before, as if he has changed a person, Zhao Nuo knows very well that the current state of this girl is just acting. And in the petite body, there is an undercurrent of terror.

Her hatred has not gone away. Instead, at the critical point of the imminent explosion, he was forced back by himself. Such a situation is undoubtedly very dangerous, and judging from Zhou Yan's "resume", maybe he will really do something terrible.

So, now you have to pay more attention to this guy.

Come to think of this. Zhao Nuo twisted the steering wheel to make the black Lamborghini Bat turn, and said, "How about moving with me from tomorrow?" ”

"Huh?" Zhou Yan raised his eyebrows suspiciously.

"I thought about it after listening to you yesterday, I've been busy with games lately, and I didn't care much about you, so it's really my fault." Zhao Nuo overtook a taxi in front of him while speaking: "So now please give me a chance to make amends, let me be your personal bodyguard, how about this?" ”

Hearing this, Zhou Yan was silent for a long time, and finally slowly spoke: "Okay." ”

Hearing her answer, Zhao Nuo was even more sure of his judgment - if it was the usual Zhou Yan, he would probably say "no" with a disgusted face, or directly shake his head expressionlessly, which seemed to be her normal state.

“……”

After a small sigh that was not noticeable, Zhao Nuo sped up again and galloped away in the direction of home.

Meanwhile, across the ocean, it's midnight in the United States, and most of AC's employees are already home from work.

There is no light on in the empty office, but two people are talking in secret.

"How's the preparation going?" The question was Abrodien Brose, who had just inherited his father's business and took over the game company from his father. Jenning Dark. Muohiron.

As a young man who wants to turn the company into a "real game company", he has had enough of the old men who own most of the shares. And now, it's time to make a "subversion".

"Almost, those old guys trust me." The Black Hand Soldier sitting in the corner sneered: "What are you going to do next?" I can even ruin them if I need to. ”

"No need, there are old friends of my father on the board, and I hope to solve it by more peaceful means, rather than tearing the skin." "Brother" shook his head.

"Alright then, you can bring it up tomorrow morning when we have a meeting." The Black Hand's laughter was a little lewd.

"So fast?" Brother raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"Haha, of course." The diminutive "profiteer" proudly puffed out his chest and left an eerie silhouette in the moonlight:

"Compared to the pit...... No, no one can compare to me compared to making money. (To be continued......) R1292