Back in the hotel room, the two took off their coats and sat on the sofa.

Fan Miaomiao turned on the TV, while Zhang Leifeng sat there and looked down at the pictures and dossier introductions on the computer.

Looking at it word by word, Fang Shan's side had already said everything that should have been said, and he wanted to start from the knife, but unfortunately everything was not satisfactory. Of course, these things will definitely not defeat Zhang Leifeng's fighting spirit.

Fan Miaomiao watched it back and forth on TV, but there was really no good TV, so she simply watched the movie through the Internet.

Just in time for a new zombie movie, she has always wanted to find a friend to watch it with. Turning his head to see that Zhang Leifeng was working, he smiled evilly and pressed the play button.

Taking off her shoes and curling up on the sofa with a pillow in her arms, she was already a little nervous before the movie even began.

"Hey, Zhang Leifeng, do you say that there are really ghosts in this world?" Fan Miaomiao asked in a low voice to Zhang Leifeng.

Zhang Leifeng's mind was on the case, and he didn't pay attention to her at all.

Fan Miaomiao sat there and let out a dull snort: "You machine, I suspect you now that you are an artificial person, Zhang Leifeng, do you need to recharge yourself when you sleep at night?" ”

Zhang Leifeng turned his head to squint at her, got up from the sofa and was about to walk to the bedroom.

Fan Miaomiao didn't wear any shoes, flipped through the sofa and caught up with him: "Why are you going?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I don't want to hear you talk about those retarded questions." Zhang Leifeng replied angrily.

I thought to myself, if there is really a ghost at this time, it is also a smoker, a drunkard, a gambler, and a pervert.

"I'm mentally retarded, I'm mentally retarded, I won't tell you, can you stay with me here? I watched this movie alone and was scared. Fan Miaomiao suddenly changed her painting style, holding Zhang Leifeng's hand and swinging back and forth over and over again.

Zhang Leifeng shook her hand away: "Since you're scared, I really can't understand your brains." ”

"Hey, Zhang Leifeng, can you be a gentleman, I want you to accompany me as a little girl, but you don't want to? Are you a man or not? Fan Miaomiao yelled at Zhang Leifeng in an aggravated tone.

Zhang Leifeng didn't answer, didn't have an expression, turned around and went back to the sofa, sat down near the edge of the sofa.

Fan Miaomiao was just about to come over, but he immediately stretched out his hand and put it on his mouth: "Don't make a sound, I won't leave, that's all." ”

Boom!

Fan Miao swallowed a mouthful of spit, grinned at him and sat back in her place.

Only the sound of the TV was left in the room, Zhang Leifeng sometimes frowned and pondered, sometimes shook his head in denial, and sometimes showed a mysterious smile, immersed in his own world.

Fan Miaomiao sometimes laughed, sometimes nervously hugged the pillow, and sometimes covered her eyes with her hands, but she was always curious to peek through the gaps between her fingers.

As the plot of the movie continued to unfold, more and more terrifying pictures continued to appear, and Fan Miaomiao instinctively leaned towards Zhang Leifeng.

Relying on it, he found that he had moved to the end of the sofa, but he didn't find Zhang Leifeng's figure when he touched it with his hand.

Slowly turned his head to look over, only to see the notebook on the armrest of the sofa.

"What are you doing?" Zhang Leifeng's voice suddenly came from behind him.

"Ah......h

Fan Miaomiao was so frightened that she trembled and couldn't help but scream loudly.

This voice passed, and directly got the room attendants.

Knock knock!

"Hello, what happened to you?"

"It's okay, it's okay, I'm watching TV, I'm sorry." Fan Miaomiao protected her thumping heart with her hand and pretended to be calm and replied to the waiter.

"Then please be quiet, thank you."

"Okay, got it."

The waiter left, and Fan Miaomiao came to Zhang Leifeng with anger: "Zhang Leifeng, do you know that you are easy to scare me to death by doing that just now?" ”

Zhang Leifeng looked up at her, not knowing what she was talking about. Will going to the toilet by yourself scare people to death?

"You don't make me feel better, and I don't let you feel better." Fan Miaomiao said and snatched his notebook and pressed the shutdown button directly.

Zhang Leifeng's thoughts were interrupted instantly, his eyes erupted with very terrifying anger, and he suddenly stood up from the sofa: "Fan-Miao-Miao, you ......" shouted her name word by word, and N scolding words flashed in her brain one by one, but it didn't feel suitable for her.

Eventually, he chose to put on his coat and leave the room.

Boom!

With a knock on the door, Fan Miaomiao's body trembled.

When she pressed the shutdown button, she regretted it a little, but the computer had already started and shut down, and she couldn't stop at all.

What should we do now to create such a situation? Fan Miaomiao didn't know either.

Leaving the room and walking alone on the road, the night casts a veil over the city, and after work, people come out in groups to have fun, telling about the unhappiness of the day, and scolding their hateful boss.

"You SB dare to do this behind my back,."

Passing by the door of a song hall and hearing a man's scolding, Zhang Leifeng continued to walk forward.

"Say, when the hell did you start with that man?" The man asked, tugging at the woman's clothes.

Third-party involvement? Greened? These were the words that popped up in Zhang Leifeng's mind, and he shook his head helplessly. He is an absolute master at solving cases, and he can only use two words to describe "mentally retarded" for emotional problems.

At this moment, two or three men came out of the song hall, and the two groups of people scuffled together with a simple scolding.

"I'm going to kill you sooner or later,." I only heard the man who was beaten constantly screaming and swearing.

This sentence made Zhang Leifeng's footsteps stop instantly, and a flash of inspiration flashed in his brain.

He couldn't help but think about that case, a case that had to put people to death, would it be ......

Thinking of this, he quickly turned around and walked back, just in time to collide with the man who was beaten.

Zhang Leifeng held his hand as soon as he could, and said with a smile on his face: "Brother, thank you, thank you." After saying that, he walked out quickly.

The beaten man held his still bleeding head and scolded Zhang Leifeng: "Who the hell are you? Fuck, thank you, uncle. ”

Knock knock!

Fan Miaomiao was still thinking about how to apologize to Zhang Leifeng when she heard a knock on the door.

"Who?"

"I, hurry up and open the door, hurry, hurry." Zhang Leifeng stood outside the door and said hurriedly.

When Fan Miaomiao heard that it was Zhang Leifeng, she ran over and opened the door.

The door opened, and Zhang Leifeng came up and gave her a hug: "Thank you, thank you." A little excitedly said words that made Fan Miaomiao overwhelmed.

This is the second time he's hugging me, right? And say "thank you" to me, what does that mean? What did I do?

Zhang Leifeng let go of Fan Miaomiao, and couldn't wait to take off his scarf and take off his coat. Seeing this, Fan Miaomiao stepped back one after another, holding herself with her hands: "What are you going to do?" He asked.