"What's going on now?"

Jiang Ruan snuggled up to the man and asked.

How could Fu Chi get in touch with Lu Yiyu?

Regarding the girl's question, Fu Chi gently pinched her palm, and then said unhurriedly: "Someone who checked a charity jumped into the river and died in the early morning, and now I guess that it was not an accident and suicide." ”

"Why are you involved in this kind of case?"

Jiang Ruan stared at him.

The eyes burned.

Fu Chi stared at her, paused, and said softly, "This person knows my father. ”

A simple word.

Jiang Ruan probably understood what he meant.

So he shut up and asked no more.

Lu Yiyu held the metal magnifying glass in his hand, walking back and forth in the box with idle steps, his eyes narrowly passing from all corners.

Seems to be thinking about something.

Shi Tingbai sneered coldly: "Flower shelf, but I'm quite good at pretending." ”

Lu Yiyu didn't seem to hear it, and grabbed the magnifying glass to look around.

"I said, what the hell are you looking at? There are so many people coming and going here every day, what traces can there be? Brain show funny, right? ”

Shi Tingbai was unconvinced in every way, and his eyebrows were cold.

"Keep your mouth shut."

Finally, Lu Yiyu spoke, a little impatient.

The tone has lost the ruffian energy it used to be, revealing a sharp coldness, as if it had changed in an instant.

He was crouching in the corner, looking at the wall with a magnifying glass.

Shi Tingbai held his breath in his throat.

A white, tender and handsome face was stunned and red like a shrimp.

He has cooperated and given in, and he still has to be scolded?

Fu Chi completely ignored Shi Tingbai next to him, and his eyes were also looking around, in this box, Shi Tingbai They are the first wave of guests today, which means that except for Zhang Zhenke's wave of people yesterday, there are only these children.

No more than twenty hours.

I don't know what will be left behind.

"Which charity are you looking for?"

Jiang Ruan raised his head and asked Fu Chi.

Fu Chi stared in the direction of the corner, "Bright Charity." ”

Hearing this, Jiang Ruan squinted his eyes, and the Bright Charity ......

"Can you show me your surveillance?" Fu Chi tilted his head and looked at the manager over there with clear eyes.

The manager looked at the man's ordinary gaze, and inexplicably felt his scalp tingle, and he didn't dare to hesitate.

"Naturally, come with me."

The manager also knew that this was a murder and could not be careless.

Fu Chi always held Jiang Ruan's hand, "Let's go." ”

Jiang Ruan nodded.

came to the monitoring room, and quickly called up the record point when Zhang Zhenke came last night, a group of people, both men and women, talking and laughing.

Fu Chi stared at Zhang Zhenke in the picture, he was the only one, his expression was solemn, and he seemed to have something on his mind.

There was no monitoring in the box, only the upstairs and corridors and the final departure took just over two minutes.

He skipped the beginning and pulled straight to the scene where the last line was leaving.

Zhang Zhenke seemed to have drunk too much, walked and floated, kept spinning in the corridor, his steps were messy, and the people around him wanted to support him, but he pushed him away.

It does look like he's not in a light state.

"That's not right."

Jiang Ruan squinted his eyes and tapped his fingers on the tabletop, "Do you think he's excited?" ”

She looked sideways at the man next to her, his face was shrouded in a shadow, and his eyelashes were even longer and darker.

Fu Chi didn't speak, and kept looking at Zhang Zhenke's violent state in the corridor repeatedly.

……

Box.

Lu Yiyu bent over, and the magnifying glass in his hand carefully observed on the wall with the wall cloth.

Eventually, he saw a few wisps of tobacco floating on the wall.