The heartthrob really didn't fish

Chapter 18 Lock

Song Jiabao didn't read the so-called pharmacology report, and now his thinking is very clear.

To be honest, because Jiang Yuhe tried to drag Xu Hanchi into the water, he felt more and more that all of this was just Jiang Yuhe's self-directed and self-acted.

Song Jiabao replied: "What does this pharmacology report show? Does it mean that you didn't inhale it on purpose to deceive me?"

"Brother Bao, why can't you trust me just once? Have you ever thought that if you really admit the wrong person, maybe you will never be able to find out who he is again, and you will still regard him as someone you trust rely on……"

"Enough, do you still want to say Xu Hanchi?" In order to make Jiang Yuhe have nothing to say, Song Jiabao took out that absolutely inexplicable matter: "Only I know the password of the door lock, so tell me, if you directly Dazed, how did that person get in?"

"Maybe... someone can guess your password? Or, without you knowing, you have revealed the password?"

"Impossible, the password is a number I entered randomly, and only I and a lock picker were present at the time."

After finishing speaking, Song Jiabao was taken aback for a moment.

All kinds of violations of Li Kailang suddenly became clear in his mind, his aura, his words and deeds, his clothes that covered his face tightly...

A chill surged from the soles of Song Jiabao's feet to the top of his head. He couldn't bear it anymore, turned around and supported the wall and vomited out with a "wow".

What kind of world is he in?

Who are the people around him?

What important information did he leak when he didn't know it?

"Brother Bao, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling uncomfortable?" Jiang Yuhe rushed up to support Song Jiabao and asked anxiously.

Song Jiabao brushed Jiang Yuhe's hand away, and walked out in a daze, not knowing where he was going, just walking unconsciously.

His eyes seemed to be shrouded in a thick layer of fog, and he couldn't see anything clearly. Everyone wore a kind mask on their faces. He didn't know when someone would suddenly tear off the mask and swallow him in one gulp.

What was even more frightening was that he had no way to escape, so he could only grope forward cautiously, not knowing whether the front was a cliff or a wall.

Song Jiabao was in a trance all afternoon, and the only time he was awake for a while was when he received a message from Ms. 1909. She told Song Jiabao that she had met 1910 this morning and was about to call, and she sent it to him.

Sure enough, it was Jiang Yuhe's call. There is nothing to say about it. Jiang Yuhe himself admitted that he was the one who lived in 1910.

Because today's efficiency is really not high, Song Jiabao got off work very late, and it was already dark, but he didn't rush home, but took a taxi to a nearby repair shop.

The boss was about to close the door, and seeing Song Jiabao sat back down again, he asked, "Do you need to fix anything?"

Song Jiabao handed him the tablet, "I accidentally deleted the surveillance video, can you please check it for me, can it be restored?"

"If you delete it normally, it will be restored in a while. You wait here for a while, and I will show you now."

"It's troublesome."

The shop owner connected the tablet to the computer, and he didn't know how to operate it a few times, his face became a little strange, "Your surveillance video is a bit strange."

"What's weird?"

"The data has been shredded and there is no way to recover it."

"Crush..."

For some reason, Song Jiabao was not surprised when he heard the news, but instead had a feeling of "it really is". That person is so cautious, how could he leave such obvious clues to him.

Song Jiabao rubbed his sore forehead and asked feebly, "Then do you know anyone who can recover?"

"No one can restore you, the metadata is completely smashed."

"Thank you, sorry for your inconvenience."

"No trouble, I didn't help much."

Saying goodbye to the shopkeeper, Song Jiabao didn't take another taxi, but walked back step by step.

The sun has completely set and the street lights are on, announcing that the city has entered life on the other side.

The night wind blew slowly, and it was a little cold. Song Jiabao tightened his clothes, but still couldn't feel the slightest warmth.

He stood in front of the zebra crossing, and his eyes fell on the opposite side casually. It had been a long time since he had been outside at night, and such a scene made him feel a little strange.

In fact, after careful calculation, only six days had passed since the night at the construction site, but he felt as if he had been a lifetime away.

If...he hadn't chosen to walk through the construction site that night, would it be different now?

He didn't know, such an assumption didn't seem to make any sense. At this moment, the red light turned green, and Song Jiabao raised his foot and walked over.

I don't know how long it took, but when Song Jiabao realized it, he was almost at the community.

His footsteps stopped suddenly, instead of walking back to the community, he chose to turn right.

After walking about 500 meters, Song Jiabao saw "Aimin Unlocking" with colored lights on.

Song Jiabao walked over slowly, there was no one there, but the promotional papers at the entrance of the store were not collected, and there was a long section of them introducing the old masters in the store. Song Jiabao looked over one by one, but there was no name of Li Kailang. The heart slowly sank to the bottom.

He is such a hopeless idiot, he never thought of checking the other party's work ID for such an important matter as changing the lock.

However, his call was clearly for Aimin to unlock the lock, why did Li Kailang call, why didn't the real lock picker come to him?

Song Jiabao returned home full of doubts, but when he opened the door, he paused again.

When he thought that the lock was actually changed by that person, he felt an indescribable chill. All his secrets were exposed under the nose of that person, but he didn't realize it.

Song Jiabao stared blankly at the lock, as if staring at some terrible monster, and didn't move for a while.

Suddenly, a series of footsteps sounded behind me, approaching slowly from near to far.

Song Jiabao turned his head vigilantly, and heaved a sigh of relief when he saw a familiar but mean face - he just came back from the opposite door.

"What's your expression like?"

The opposite door still disliked Song Jiabao as always, and wanted to say something when they met.

For the current Song Jiabao, the straightforward malice of the other party made him feel at ease.

"Sorry," Song Jiabao said, "I have a question, and I want to ask you."

The opposite door sneered: "Why should I help you?"

"I can compensate you for the custom-made suit you had last time."

When the opposite door heard this, his face became even more ugly, "Who do you think I am? An old man and old lady who just robbed people of money on the road?"

"I didn't mean that, I just wanted to ask, why didn't you suddenly need my compensation that day?"

It was obvious that Song Jiabao really didn't turn on which pot and lifted which pot, and the face on the other side was so ugly that it seemed that Song Jiabao had been fed a mouthful of feces, "What do you mean? Are you looking for it at night?"

"This thing is really important to me..."

Looking at Song Jiabao's really ugly face, he finally became interested, "Why is it important after all? Maybe I can give you some pointers."

"He didn't seem to be the lockpicker I found. My house was entered by someone else. I suspect it was him."

"Didn't you install surveillance?"

The two had a bad fight over surveillance.

Song Jiabao also thought about what happened a few days ago, and tried to answer in an objective tone: "The monitoring was deleted by someone, and I suspect it was him."

"Then what did he work so hard to sneak in?"

"I have no idea……"

Sneered at the door, "If you don't want to say it, I won't force it. I'm tired and I'm going back to sleep."

"I," Song Jiabao subconsciously asked him to stay, but when he looked over, he couldn't tell what happened. He didn't even mention these things to Xu Hanchi, how could he tell a stranger? Today he knows, tomorrow maybe the whole The neighborhood knows it.

He lowered his head, "It's okay, good night."

After all, Song Jiabao unlocked the combination lock, intending to enter the door, and suddenly said something to the door, causing his body to freeze in place——

"You were QJed?"

Song Jiabao's hands couldn't help shaking, and the scene of Qiu Yingying jumping down from the sixth floor flashed in his mind, but the person who finally hit the ground and splashed his brains became himself.

"I know it even if you don't tell me. Probably you are the only one who can't see that that person is not a so-called lockpicker at all."

"I wasn't...QJed." Song Jiabao didn't care much about what he said about Li Kailang anymore, and explained stubbornly with his back turned to him.

"It's not a big deal. What age is it? There won't be people dying because of this kind of thing, right?"

Song Jiabao repeated again: "I have not been qjed."

"Whatever you want," the tone of the opposite door obviously became a little more relaxed. Perhaps Song Jiabao's thoughts were too dark, and he even felt that the tone of the opposite door was a bit gloating, "That person is definitely not a lockpicker. His eyes are not a lockpicker. There are trade unions."

The opposite door recalled the scene that day, and couldn't help shivering.

That look was very weird. It was not simply suppressed by the superior, but a malicious stare. That kind of pure malice made him feel as if he had been stabbed through the eye by the other party. Whenever he thought of it, he You will feel your hairs stand on end.

Being targeted by this kind of person can only ask for blessings.

Although he had many disagreements with Song Jiabao, he has always sympathized with the miserable people.

The opposite door comforted Song Jiabao in a rare and gentle tone: "When you meet this kind of person, don't think about what to do with him. It's better to be quiet and wait for the day when he loses interest."

Waiting for the day he loses interest?So what is he, a toy without a soul?

Song Jiabao didn't answer the door, just pushed the door open and walked in, then closed the door.

"Hiss—" The opposite door shrugged helplessly, "Why don't you wait for someone to speak? There is more than one such person around you."

"Is there really any physique in this world that attracts perverts?"

The other door recalled Song Jiabao's face, and his eyes suddenly flickered.

I have to say that his innocent appearance does give people a desire to destroy, like a little rabbit, when you see it, you can't help but reach out and rub its face wantonly to see how much that face can be. Soft.

Best of all, take a bite and see how beautiful his innocent eyes, naturally drooping, stained with tears and red marks.

Thinking of this, the opposite door couldn't help twisting his hands, as if he understood the feelings of those people.