In the evening, Dai Min and the two of them had a hasty dinner in a small restaurant near D, and then returned to bedroom 602 to sit and wait for dark. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 infoTime ticked by, Dai Min still looked at the deceased Wang Jiayuan's foreign object without giving up, and a silver iPad was lying quietly in the drawer of the desk. Dai Min tried hard to recall Wang Jiayuan's identity information, and gently tapped Wang Jiayuan's birthday on the screen with his fingertips.

"Yours is yours!" Zhan Peng praised, why didn't he think to check Wang Jiayuan's iPad, maybe she would write something down there.

Dai Min smiled disappreciatively, most unmarried women generally like to use their birthdays as passwords!

Several popular mini-games, neatly summarized into a document, in addition to some of the social software commonly used by people now, is the shopping APP, a typical girl ipad.

Dai Min tentatively clicked on Wang Jiayuan's QQ, fortunately, the password had been recorded, and he only needed to connect to wifi and log in successfully. As they guessed, this girl's social circle is not complicated, and from the grouping of the friend list, it is not difficult to see that she is a relatively organized person.

Elementary school, junior high school, high school, including the university she is studying, friends at each stage have been neatly grouped into corresponding groups by her, and they have all been marked. If it weren't for having seen the basic information of the deceased, Dai Min would have really wondered if she was a Virgo.

At the same time as the system prompt sounded, a head with ten fingers clasped together flashed.

"You are?" The other party asked.

Dai Min thought about it for a while, and gently blackmailed three words: "What do you say!"

"Hey! You don't have to scare the other person half to death when you say that. Zhan Peng snickered, a person who has died, suddenly her QQ is online, and she will call you back, what kind of mood will you have?

At the top of the dialog box, a line of small words was displayed, "The other party is typing ......", but there was still no message for a long time.

"Look!" Zhan Peng shrugged, he seemed to have seen a pair of trembling hands, hesitating back and forth on the keyboard, which words to type.

"Dayuan, is that you? Are you really back? ......" Just when Dai Min was about to give up and wanted to tell the other party the truth about his identity, a series of messages were sent over, judging from the content of that person's message, it must be Wang Jiayuan's boyfriend.

After expressing a series of feelings of longing, but still did not see Wang Jiayuan's response to him, the other party finally couldn't bear it anymore and directly sent a request to connect to the video.

The prompt sound of the system revealed the urgency of the person at that end, Dai Min hesitated, and still indifferently refused the other party's request. Zhan Peng raised his eyebrows indifferently, "It seems that you have ignited someone's hope again." Dai Min pulled the corners of his mouth helplessly, or apologize to the other party and make it clear to him! Otherwise, it would be bad for people to think that Wang Jiayuan's ghost was logging in to QQ, causing panic, and suddenly the other party sent a text message again, which hooked the eyes of the two.

"I'm divorced, I'm sorry, I know it's too late, but I want you to know that I still love you the most!"

NEW DISCOVERY! Dai Min Zhanpeng looked at each other, but he didn't expect this female college student to be a "little third" before her death. The two of them summed it up, and ignored the lover of the deceased Wang Jiayuan, Dai Min took out his mobile phone, found Mo Chen's phone, and quickly dialed it.

After a short busy tone, Mo Chen answered the phone, and Dai Min made a long story short, "Team leader, help me check someone...... Yes, only QQ numbers...... Good! ”

Mo Chen recorded the QQ number that Dai Min reported to him, and quickly contacted the relevant technical department to investigate, although there are no clues to prove that the man is related to Wang Jiayuan's death, but they don't want to give up any possibility.

Before the technical department gave a reply, Mo Chen and Zheng Yi still stayed in the unit of the first deceased, Fang Qing, reviewing the surveillance video of that night. However, the ending is not different from the record in the previous file, and there is no scene of the deceased Fang Qing leaving the school, or anyone else approaching the teacher's office.

It was just after eight o'clock in the evening, Zheng Yi was hungry, so the two of them found a clean cross-bridge rice noodle restaurant near the school to eat.

This small shop, which is less than 40 square meters, is divided in half by simple plasterboard, half of which is used as a dining area and half as a back kitchen. The proprietress in her forties and fifties is alone, detouring between the front and the back kitchen, through a 1.5 * 2 meter rectangular opening, you can see that a woman in her 20s is busy in front of the stove in the back kitchen.

Mo Chen and the others each asked for a single portion of rice noodles, and Zheng Yi began to be idle again, swaying around under the pretext of choosing a drink, picking up the freezer in front of the kitchen door, and accosting the woman inside.

"Old girl, this hand speed ...... Gee...... Look at how neatly this job is done. As he spoke, Zheng Yi took a sip of the Coke that had just been taken out of the freezer, which was cool and delicious, and exaggerated a loud burp.

The young woman glanced down at him without pause, but the proprietress on the side picked up the conversation, "I have no education and no skills, and if I have to grind and chirp to do some rough work, then I will simply be alive, and the whole thing will be wasted." There was some contempt in his tone, and there seemed to be a hint of complaint. Mo Chen put down his phone, looked up at the other party, and saw the proprietress rolling the young woman with the whites of her eyes.

"Don't say that, my sister is good-looking, and appearance is king these days." As he spoke, Zheng Yi simply picked up the food and whistled at the woman with a smile.

The proprietress seemed to have heard some big joke, grabbed a rag and began to clean up the table that had just been eaten by the guests, and retorted without raising her head, "What's the use of looking good, and it shouldn't be eaten." ...... followed by the example of Balabala, even if a person is good-looking, he can't find a good job, so he still has to eat at home. Is it difficult to be like those shameless women on TV, relying on their own face, and making a lot of money.

Although the words are a little reasonable, but they are a little ugly, the young woman's face was said to be blue and white for a while, Mo Chen really couldn't stand it, "I can't say that, although it is a good thing to have a high education, it is not the only way out." Education, like an admission ticket, really stepping into the workplace, still depends on ability. ”

"What this gentleman said is so reasonable, but then again, you can't do it without an internal ticket!" The proprietress was about to start chattering about to continue the fallacy of Fang Cai, and just happened to catch up with the aunt next door to greet her, saying that there was something, she put down the work in her hand, greeted the woman inside, and hurriedly ran out.

The two steaming casseroles were sent to Mo Chen and the others by the girl with a large insulated iron clip, and Mo Chen thanked him and began to eat.

"Who are you, hostess?" Zheng Yi asked the woman while stuffing rice noodles into his mouth.

"My mom." The woman gave a surprise answer, but then turned back to the kitchen to clean up.

"You eat yours first!" Zheng Yi said hello to Mo Chen, grabbed a small bowl from the cook, dialed some rice noodles, and ran to the kitchen door, teasing his sister while eating.

Mo Chen really convinced him, this thing really couldn't walk when he saw a beautiful girl, just at this time, a colleague from the technical department called and found out the information suspected of Wang Jiayuan's boyfriend, Mo Chen quickly edited the received news into a text message and sent it to Dai Min's mobile phone.

There was nothing to do in the middle of the meal, the two paid the bill and were about to leave, but it happened that the proprietress came back at this time and was stopped by Zheng Yi, "The proprietress is from the Northeast?" He came out of nowhere.

The proprietress was stunned, "Yes!" ”

"Huh!" Zheng Yi glanced at the plaque hanging on the door, "Authentic Yunnan Bridge Rice Noodles", sneered and left.