July 2005,-

It's supposed to be July, right?

I got in touch with them. This is thanks to a book in my room, "The Origins of the First Culture", and also thanks to my long period of boredom and loneliness, which allowed me to read the whole book in a short time.

"All conversations come from meaningless voices, and all body language comes from natural expressions that are not theorized in the first place......"

That's what the book says at the beginning, right?

Perhaps those who guard it will never occur to their deaths that their daily fixed behavior will become the language of our communication, and the same frequency of sound they utter every day will become a kind of password in each of our languages.

It's just a pity that it really doesn't mean much to communicate in this way.

But I was sure that there were people around me, a group of people who, like me, were imprisoned here under some kind of pretext.

But they seemed to be worse than me, because they told me that all they could move was their fingers.

I don't know if the information translated according to our agreed password is correct, or if our password was problematic from the beginning.

But my mother had told me that everything should be prepared for the worst.

If everything is correct, will my situation slowly turn out like that?

…… I don't dare to think about it.

And what about them? And why did it become like that?

Meng Hui sat in the office, staring at the hardworking office staff outside the floor-to-ceiling window; This action has lasted for nearly an hour, and at the same time, it has also made the group of white-collar workers outside tremble for nearly an hour.

But in reality, he wasn't looking at them at all, he was just staring at the group in a daze, that's all.

After a long time, he finally moved.

Meng Hui exhaled, picked up the cigarette case on the table, took out a cigarette from it, lit it, and then moved his gaze to his coffee cup emptyly.

At this moment, the phone on the desktop rang.

He reached out and dusted off his cigarette ashes, frowned, and picked up the phone: "What's the matter?" ”

A sweet female voice rang on the phone: "Mr. Hui, there is a person named Ah Ruan who said that he is looking for you." Excuse me......"

Without waiting for the other party to finish speaking, Meng Hui interjected: "Take it in!" ”

"Okay, Mr. Hui."

After a few "beeps", it was obvious that there was a different person on the other side of the phone.

"Boss ......"

"What did you find?" Meng Hui was a little impatient.

Ah Ruan was stunned for a moment and said in a deep voice: "Boss, that old man...... He's dead......"

Meng Hui was stunned at first when he heard this, and then "Smack!" The case was struck up, which frightened the staff outside to look sideways. Then he suddenly realized something and said "Wait!" "Go over and close the blinds and close the door.

By the time he picked up the earpiece again, his mood had stabilized a lot: "You didn't follow him? ”

Ah Ruan's voice was almost crying: "Wronged, boss!" We are really protected 24 hours a day, but how do we know that this old man was directly shot when he went to the toilet. Head on! ”

Meng Hui was surprised: "What a headshot, you kid make it clear!" ”

Ah Ruan: "Just now, the old man went to lie in the public toilet and didn't come out; We waited at the door for about 20 minutes and rushed in when we felt that something was wrong, only to see that the old man's skull had been blown off...... Da Ting: They said that they were sniped to death at first glance! ”

Meng Hui sighed, this clue was broken, and it seemed that trying to find out the details of those people and seek Ouyang Luo's secret about them had come to naught.

"Has the sniper's location been clarified?"

Seeing that Meng Hui didn't blame him, Ah Ruan couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and spoke more neatly: "The approximate location should be in the row of stilted buildings opposite the back of the public toilet." We've already checked it out on our side. ”

"Good. Tell me as soon as you find any clues. Also, be safe yourself. After speaking, Meng Hui hung up the phone.

For a moment, he collapsed in the wide boss's chair like a lovelorn and depressed man.

It is no wonder that the old things of the village back then had to be dug up, and now the totemic meaning related to Ouyang Luo and the others was blocked on the road of secret investigation.

Everything doesn't seem to be going well.

For a person like Meng Hui, he is really not good at accepting such a fact! …… Wait a minute...... Sniper?

Meng Hui's eyes suddenly lit up. Because he remembered that when he was in trouble in Huailong Village, Huang He, the commander of the 6th Regiment of the Huang Family Army, had revealed that when Ouyang Luo was facing the front line of life and death, there was also a sniper to save him.

At that time, this sniper knocked out the new leader of that organization with a single shot, and took the opportunity to save Ouyang Luo. After that, many people went to look for him, but they didn't find any trace of this person.

Judging by Huang He's description, this sniper should be a very experienced person; But he shot the old man alive. Will the sniper of the life be the same?

Meng Hui threw the cigarette butt that he hadn't smoked a few puffs directly into the ashtray, and took out a cigarette from the cigarette case and lit it.

If it's the same person, it doesn't make sense.

Because judging from the previous incident in Huailong Township, the sniper and the people of the mysterious organization should not be on the same team, otherwise, he should have helped them cover instead of saving Ouyang Luo.

And from this point of view, if they weren't in a gang, why did he help the people of that mysterious organization to stop Meng Hui's investigation?

Smoke slowly spit out from Meng Hui's mouth, and with the current situation, there was only one possibility he could think of - a third party.

He didn't know exactly what the purpose of this "third party" was, but he was sure that this third party might be guarding some secrets, but at the same time, it didn't seem to want to cause trouble to others.

No! It's not that I don't want to harm others, but ......

Meng Hui raised his hand and pinched the pen he was holding in his hand, and suddenly grinned.

"Jingle Bell ......"

At this moment, the phone rang again, and he came back to his senses, calmed down and slowly picked up the receiver.

This time it was no longer the sweet voice of the operator, but a familiar cold and magnetic female voice.

That was Sister Mei who called directly.

"Sanshao, Miss Ouyang's affairs are clear."

……

It was raining today, and the overcast sky did not affect the mood of the two people in the hotel.

For the first time in so many days, Ouyang Luo's face was filled with an excited smile.

Just now, Meng Hui called and said that his subordinates found the point where Ouyang Wenjia appeared on the outdoor surveillance screen of a chain hotel, and the murderer happened to appear on the surveillance at the same time.

“…… In this case, the situation at that time should be that Wen Jia was suddenly kidnapped on the road after he had already taken a car out of the airport? Lin Xu quietly listened to Ouyang Luo's narration and said, "What's around there?" Listen to what you mean, the surveillance screen is at night, so should she go to a restaurant hungry, or go directly to the hotel? ”

Ouyang Luo paced back and forth: "Well, yes! However, according to her character, it is more likely that she will go directly to the hotel to order, and it may be a coincidence that the chain restaurant was able to photograph the relevant content.

However, whether it's a coincidence or not, let's go over! ”

Lin Xu nodded and agreed: "That'...... Leaving now? ”