What are you two doing?

"Ji, help me!" Wang Xizhi said to him.

"Ji, don't care. If you don't want her to die on her own. The professor turned his head to stare at him, his expression serious and unmistakable. Take what you're going to take, leave, and forget what you see. I will settle this matter with her. ”

Ji Qing was silent for a while and closed the door.

Seeing this kind of thing, you may not even be able to sleep, and you still drink milk?

He believed that the professor was certainly not that kind of bad person, and that he would not commit a crime in the kitchen where Unis Projado, or even anyone could come, and looking at the bullet holes that still remained on the stairs, the chances of the lady being unreliable were much more likely than the professor's plot to misbehave.

"You see, even Ji understands how much I care about you." The professor sneered. "And you don't understand."

The lady wanted to say that she understood, and she chose to hide it, wasn't she also worried about them, worried about him?

"Let's move on to our password guessing session." The professor said lightly, seeing that she had collected her strength, probably recovering her strength and waiting for an opportunity to escape, he looked at his phone and said, "For a person like you, the password must be a meaningful number or date, right?" ”

The lady was silent.

"Your birthday can be ruled out first, you are a person who always likes to think about others, and your birthday is a little too easy to guess and does not fit your personality."

The lady was still silent, but she had to admit in her heart that he really knew herself, because he was a psychology professor, and that she had nothing to hide from him like the students he had taken classes? Or is it the bits and pieces of getting along day and night that make him know himself so well?

Or both?

As he spoke, the professor carefully observed every inch of her expression, observing her eyes and breathing, and although he was panting a little hard from the exertion, he could still analyze something from the frequency of his breathing and the expression of her eyes.

For example, what he said was right.

The professor lost a date.

0912.

It was her brother's death day.

Not really.

1128.

It was the death day of Alice and Steward.

Not right either.

0220.

It was her brother's birthday.

Still not right.

"You must have changed your password recently." The professor said with a clear idea.

He still has two chances left, not the five chances given by the lady, but two more trial and error and the phone will be locked for half an hour, and half an hour means opportunity, opportunity and opportunity for this troublemaker; For professors, it means change, change and change.

The lady was still noncommittal about his words.

But she inadvertently stopped, and the momentary breathing and the subtle movements of her eyes reaffirmed the answer.

The professor entered a string of numbers again.

0311.

This was the first time the lady came to Unis Projado, and stayed for the days.

It's still not right, he only has one last chance.

"I need to say, you do know me well." The lady grinned at the word "understand" and sneered. The numbers he typed in were indeed very much in line with what she would set, and each one of them did remember their meaning vividly.

The professor pondered for a moment, then smiled again and looked into her eyes.

"It's still a birthday?" The professor laughed.

He now has a lot of options, the day of Jilai, the day he saved the lady, or all kinds of bizarre numbers, he can only bluff like this, hoping to narrow it down.

But the king calmed down, and looked at him coldly, as if he was already convinced, and he couldn't guess.

There's no way for the professor to lock the scope.

He shook his head slightly and said, "Even if this is wrong, I will not let you go, even if I handcuff you to Unis Prohadori." I know you're good at picking locks, and I'll fill the keyhole with stickers unless I melt it myself or use a hydraulic plier to cut it for you. ”

"Why are you doing that!" The lady gritted her teeth and looked at him, "Ji and Adams will never watch you illegally detain me!" ”

"Then I'll take you out, find me a private place to live, handcuff you, and tell them you're back home." The professor said unhurriedly, and the sense of control was back in his hands, the kind of calmness he had just lost because he had failed four times. "Now that it's all decided, ma'am, I'm going to be arrogant for the last time."

"If that's right, then I think maybe I'm qualified to be the 'why' person you call it." The professor smiled.

The lady looked at him, at this old man who was stinky and arrogant, and even dared to illegally detain and illegally coerce her.

"Your expression tells me I guessed right." The professor smiled triumphantly, the urgency was gone, and he pressed the last four numbers.

1024.

The lock is open.

Behind the lock screen of Alice and her smile, her phone wallpaper is a photo.

On her birthday, Mrs. Leo took the second of two photographs.

That photo of everyone is very vivid, she didn't know when, she saved the photo in the camera on the computer and transferred it to her mobile phone.

Since she couldn't set up the entire photo, she only chose a part.

The lady smiled and dodged the claws and bumped into the old gentleman, who looked at them with a smile on his back.

He looked at her with a smile.

1024.

The old gentleman's birthday.

"What do you say now?" The professor leaned in to her and asked.

It's so close that you almost touch the tips of your nose together.

Unexpectedly, the lady stared into his eyes, and after a long time, she cried pitifully.

Crying.

......

"I'm sorry." The professor reached out to wipe her tears. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

He couldn't laugh or cry, how did things become like this?

The lady was crying like a child, and she couldn't stop it, so that the professor completely ruled out the possibility that she was trying to run away again, she was really crying, and he seemed to be pushing Lady Rabbit too hard to make her cry.

"I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, I'm sorry." The professor comforted her warmly, and took the trouble to wipe her tears, and the lady was about to cry, and when she heard his voice, she wanted to cry even more.

He's so bad, he's a bad man, he's always bullying her, why? ** bullied her physically and mentally she was still bullying her.

Why does he seem to know himself as if he has seen through himself, but he doesn't know anything except his bad temper and some basic character? What exactly does he have to do with those people? Why did he stay? Is he still preparing something behind his back, just like he did to cover the computer today?

The more the lady thought about it, the more aggrieved she became, so she cried uncontrollably.

"I'm sorry, King. Sorry, Hitz. "The professor is not good at Chinese, and he can't pronounce her Chinese name well, so he can only call him by the homonym "Hitz", which is her English name. "I'm really sorry, if you're not happy, you might as well vent your grievances, whatever."

The professor was taken into her arms, pressed her head, buried her in the shoulder socket, and gently comforted her, and it took her a long time to hammer his chest with a muffled sound.

But then I put my backhand around him and hugged him tightly.

Although the professor was a little at a loss, he at least understood that when the lady cried, it was better to lower his sense of presence and stop talking.

Sure enough, as soon as he shut up, the lady quickly stopped crying, but she still buried her face and choked her breath.

"I'm really sorry." The professor said.