Zhuang Yan hurriedly stretched out his hand to deny: "I only have one woman, and that is Veneto!" I don't have a lot of them! ”

Richelieu's eyes widened and he gasped: "Wei Xu slept with Veneto?" She screamed, and suddenly bit her silver teeth, leaving behind all the rules and regulations she had just talked about, and pulled out her knife and shouted: "I chopped him!" The blonde hair was thrown in a circle, and he turned his head to go to the auditorium to stab Wei Xu to death. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Zhuang Yan grabbed the woman's arm in a frenzy and shouted, "No! I have another ......"

Richelieu glared back at him: "Big carrot!" Didn't you say there was only one? ”

Zhuang Yan stared at Xueliang's saber and shouted: "Hero! Put down the knife and have something to say! Seeing Richelieu put the knife into the sheath, he wiped a cold sweat and marveled at Richelieu protecting VV like this.

"VV is my wingman, if you dare to touch it, I will never spare him!" Richelieu crossed his waist and looked at Zhuang Yan.

"That's right. The woman Wei Xu was referring to was Song Dan. Zhuang Yan lowered his head, spread his hands and admitted, "He probably wanted to provoke me with these words quietly, but he didn't expect the microphone to be of excellent quality and magnify his words." But he did achieve his goal, and my first instinct was to knock his brain out when I heard him say that. ”

"So," Richelieu narrowed her beautiful eyes and asked worriedly, "He, he really ......" She was tickled by curiosity, and couldn't hold back her desire to ask, and was afraid of hurting Zhuang Yan, so she snorted like a hesitant little white rabbit for a while.

"No, I've been entangled with Song Dan for seven years, and I know her better than Wei Xu." Zhuang Yan gently patted Richelieu on the shoulder, raised his head and shrugged calmly: "Wei Xu is bluffing." You're really thinking too much, I'm just annoyed that Wei Xu is too subordinate, that's all. ”

"Really?" Richelieu frowned and scratched his face, confused: "Are you sure this is not your mysterious confidence?" ”

Walking outside the door of the rest cabin, Zhuang Yan stopped to touch the key and replied casually: "Maybe you don't know her well." Song Dan is very independent, and no one can force her to do anything. Wei Xu can't either, he can only use video editing technology to disgust me. ”

As soon as the hatch opened, Richelieu's eyes widened as he heard the roar of the waves.

Zhuang Yan then remembered that when he was leaving, he was drinking spirits so arrogantly that he forgot to turn off the computer, and the player was probably playing the 45-second small video left by Wei Xu in a loop.

"Bang", Zhuang Yan slammed the door shut, and the screaming stopped abruptly. He stretched out his hands and said to Richelieu: "Listen to me! ”

Richelieu held his hot cheeks in astonishment, and asked in a non-dominant manner, "What is that sound?" Is it the same as I thought? How could you? You? You pervert! She was in a daze, retreating step by step, staring at Zhuang Yan with envy and hatred, and reflexively enumerating the words that could come to mind in her mind: "You big bad wolf!" Blasphemer! You're bad! ”

Zhuang Yan couldn't resist, stretched out ten directions to her to stop her mouth, and lowered her head to beckon: "I'll tell you everything." This afternoon, when I came out of the shower, I saw a letter on the table with undried ink, the handwriting was exactly the same as my handwriting, and the letter was full of the content of the people's anger. And the voice you hear is a video from my computer, which also appears out of thin air. This is an inexplicable phenomenon, because I am sure that the door is closed, locked, and there is no one else in my cabin. By the way, you can check the footage! He suddenly grabbed Richelieu's hand, "You go check the surveillance footage and see what happened!" Did someone take advantage of my shower and go in and out of my room? ”

Richelieu was confused, "This is incredible-okay, I'll go check the surveillance footage-" She suddenly came back to her senses, shook her head vigorously, pointed at Zhuang Yan and shouted, "Then how do you explain that voice-"

"That's something that appeared out of thin air along with the letterhead," Zhuang Yan hurriedly took out the crumpled three-page letterhead and flattened it to her: "Look, is this handwriting the same as mine?" But look at the content, this content," his hand counted over the lines of shocking words, "how could I possibly write such content?" This information came like a bolt from the blue to me! If I had known that Wei Xu had manipulated the academic hearings of the Haian Organization, I would have gone to the door with an iron rod, and I would have had the time to write a letter? You know my temper! ”

Richelieu was still obsessed: "That! So, what does that have to do with the sound your computer makes? You're not a liar! ”

Zhuang Yan tilted his head and spread his hands, and broke and analyzed with her word by word: "It was recorded by Wei Xu who didn't know what means to use, and the heroine in it looks like Song Dan, but I know she is not!" The point is that Wei Xu did everything to provoke me. Do you know what I mean? ”

Richelieu squinted at Zhuang Yan and asked in a low voice, "How do you know she's not?" Suddenly took a breath of cool air, scared himself, and innocently asked: "Is it seen through the measurements?" Your eyes are so poisonous! ”

Zhuang Yan shouted: "Your focus is too strange! You're clearly gossiping! ”

Richelieu stamped his foot, shook his arm vigorously, and did not hesitate to order: "Tell me, tell me quickly!" ”

"Song Dan has an inch-long surgical scar on her thigh, she broke her leg when she was a child, and she had four stitches, and the scar has been there. The woman in the video doesn't have that scar. Zhuang Yan was exhausted, tilted his head and said.

"No wonder Dr. Song likes to wear long pants." Richelieu said thoughtfully, holding his chin.

"Where is your focus? Don't get distracted at critical times! Zhuang Yan couldn't bear it anymore.

Richelieu woke up from a dream, stretched out his hand to calm his anger, and said flatteringly: "I know, I'll help you check the surveillance, maybe someone with more authority than you has quietly opened the door and entered your room." There must be video footage from the silent one that can be used as evidence to accuse the suspect and prove your innocence by the way. ”

"That's what I meant." Zhuang Yan touched his stubble and nodded, frowning and thinking: "I hope to find video evidence......

"What do you mean?" Richelieu asked curiously, pushing him on the shoulders and encouraging him to open the door: "What does it mean if you can't find video evidence?" ”

"Means there's something in the base. Something that science can't explain. Zhuang Yan frowned and pondered, being instigated and pushed by Richelieu, habitually took out the key to open the door, while thinking: "That must be a supernatural existence - because it must have an extremely advanced optical deception system to achieve the effect of close-range stealth, and it must have a powerful analysis and simulation system to copy my handwriting, and these devices are very small enough to pass through the hatch I opened without noticing." You have to admit that even if the suspect could get into my room, he wouldn't be able to make up my handwriting, would he? ”

While speculating, he opened the door, and the deafening scream woke Zhuang Yan up, and he suddenly blushed, but he couldn't help being pushed into the door by Richelieu. Richelieu turned back and closed the hatch, restoring the perfect soundproofing, and the hallway was silent again.

But in the rest cabin, Zhuang Yan was already in chaos. He didn't understand why Richelieu, who was still jealous and hateful just now, suddenly didn't mind this little movement of ecstasy, but instead stood at the door against the wall and changed his shoes.

But if you can't figure it out, you can't figure it out, Zhuang Yan must save his image. So he quickly stepped off his shoes and threw himself barefoot at the desk; While his shoes were still flying in the air, he slid to his desk and hit the mute button.

The hysterical screaming finally stopped abruptly, Zhuang Yan breathed a sigh of relief, and then began to babble to whitewash himself: "You can look at the file properties, the creation time is this afternoon, this is definitely airborne into my computer......"

"It's a prisoner." Richelieu put his stockings into his slippers, and when he slowly walked through the corridor, his five fingers rubbed against the wooden shoe cabinet, and Qiu Bo moved to Zhuang Yan's body, and said softly: "I feel the trace residue of the decay of psionic matter. A prisoner has been stranded in your room, Zhuang Yan. ”

(To be continued.) )