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Chapter 100 Uncle X Fallen Woman (9)
Jiang Yeqing came to the company early in the morning, but went into the workplace and didn't get out much. They didn't come out for lunch, and they didn't think anything was wrong. After all, I am busy now, and I must be racing against time.
She last appeared in the corridor at 3:16 in the afternoon. There is a corner in front, and the toilet is next to it. Two suspiciously dressed people appeared in the surveillance, disguising themselves, which was especially weird. After Jiang Yeqing entered the bathroom, the difference was less than ten minutes.
Apart from the designer on this floor, there are only the staff in this building, there are not many people in total.
After interrogating one by one, they didn't admit it.
Jiang Yeqing died this afternoon, only to find out when he was about to get off work. There was a window open in the bathroom, and the cleaning staff sprayed a lot of air freshener early in the morning, even if the smell of blood was mixed in the air, it was only minimal.
Cen Simiao frowned and felt uncomfortable all over. When she went to the bathroom, Jiang Yeqing had already swallowed, and her scalp became numb when she thought about it.
She stretched out her hand to pull Lin Siyin, he glanced impatiently, Cen Simiao leaned over, and whispered: "You hug me, I'm afraid."
Lin Siyin squinted his eyes, stretched out his hand to tidy up the neckline, slowly and carefully, not at all able to see the beast that looked like when Cen Simiao was messing around with him before.
Cen Simiao stared at him.
Lin Siyin leaned forward, her warm breath fell on her face, a little itchy, and she said sarcastically: "Are you scared? I didn't stop it just now. You rushed in. Now that you are scared, who are you giving to? Look?"
She frowned slightly: "Here you are, don't you like it?"
He pursed his lips and glanced over with a particularly cold look. Cen Simiao asked boringly and turned to leave. After two steps, she turned her head. Lin Siyin didn't look at her and was smoking a cigarette against the wall.
Cen Simiao sighed.
After calling the police, Cen Simiao sat aside and was questioned. She answered truthfully. The police officer looked at the transcript, frowning, and looked at Cen Simiao unwillingly.
Her lips were pale and her face was not too bad, but her expression was dignified, with fear in her eyes. Picking up the water glass on the table, holding his warm hands, lowered his head and took a sip, his heartbeat eased.
The transcript was a male police officer with very dark eyebrows, a high nose, and sharp eyes, as if he could see the bones of a person. He continued to turn on the recording pen: "I'll confirm it again, did you not notice any abnormality when you went to the bathroom?"
Cen Simiao pursed her lips wet with water, nodded and said yes. Later, I frowned and remembered something: "By the way, Jiang Yeqing said that he didn't see anyone in the previous tracking case, and guessed it was because of the curtain..."
After receiving the confirmed answer, the police officer looked a little annoyed, frowned more and more, and did not wait for Cen Simiao to finish: "I know, Mr. Lin Siying just said it."
Cen Simiao frowned, remembering that he was also an eyewitness at the scene, and he was probably being questioned at the moment.
The police officer stood up, made a gesture to go, just took a few steps, suddenly stopped, and turned around. Cen Simiao looked at him in surprise, "Anything else to ask?"
The police officer reminded: "If you notice any abnormalities, please contact us as soon as possible."
Just as Cen Simiao was about to nod his head and say yes, suddenly he heard loud shouts outside, still the voice of Yang Nuocong, the police officer reacted quickly and ran out, Cen Simiao following behind.
As soon as passed by, saw Yang Nuocong and Dong Ziluo fighting together. Yang Nuo kept shouting from his mouth, and the police officer frowned and stopped the two.
Yang Nuocong just finished his transcript and went back to the rest room, his face pale, and he kept getting sick. But now Dong Ziluo passed by her, tearing open a packet of chicken feet with pickled peppers, and the smell came to his face.
She sat up from the sofa, her body tense, her emotions had not yet eased, she was highly nervous, and her voice trembled: "You threw this thing away for me."
Dong Ziluo glanced at her without making a sound, biting the chicken feet with pickled pepper and continuing to eat. The sound of plastic packaging is particularly harsh to Yang Nuocong.
She rushed up and threw the pickled chicken feet on the ground, frowning, her chest rising and falling.
Dong Ziluo usually gets along well with her, and from time to time she makes me feel bored. Even if Yang Nuocong sometimes speaks too much, but her expression is kind, and she is used to being soft-spoken, so Dong Ziluo can't smile. speak.
This time Yang Nuocong exploded after being stimulated, yelling at Dong Ziluo, and casting all the unpleasant anger on him.
Dong Ziluo was uncharacteristically, with a gloomy face. A few days ago, he rushed to the design draft. His eyes were blue and his face was dark. He looked particularly horrible now.
She pressed her lips tightly, raised her arms, and slapped her severely.
Yang Nuocong suddenly fell to the ground, his eyes were dark, and after he was relieved, he only felt a burning pain in his cheeks, tears flowed out instantly, his throat was choked, and he looked at Dong Ziluo, he was still standing there, gritted his teeth and looked at her.
A series of curses in Yang Nuocong's mouth.
After persuading them to stop, Yang Nuocong was still emotional, his eyes widened and full of panic. The police officer asked her to take her away first, then put on gloves and walked into Jiang Yeqing's workshop to check.
Cen Simiao glanced at Dong Ziluo, his expression was sullen, obviously he had not recovered from the fight just now. She rubbed her forehead, feeling the pool of water getting muddy.
He raised his foot to go, but heard: "This kind of woman has a righteous way, so she must go next to a man."
Cen Simiao paused and turned back: "Who did she look for?"
Dong Ziluo didn't expect that she would pick up the problem. He looked cold and snorted and said, "Look at her, holding her mobile phone every day, and she doesn't draw any manuscripts. I just haven't seen what her boyfriend looks like. Be pie."
Before Cen Simiao could speak, he glanced at the time and immediately turned back to his work room.
She shook her head and took the door handle back to the workshop. It is estimated that it will take a while to understand the case. She will go back tonight and it is estimated that she will have to wait until midnight.
Picking up the phone, Lin Siyin's dialog box did not move in the message list. She clicked on it and turned it up. It was all the words of the two of them, not ashamed or embarrassed.
Recently, she was all alone singing solo shows.
Various coaxes.
Fortunately, he didn't pull black.
Cen Simiao squinted his eyes and called him, but it was no surprise that there was no answer.
Lin Siying was particularly angry, and the irritability he showed had already suppressed a lot. He didn't know how many cigarettes he had smoked these days, and his mouth was always full of smoke.
Lin Siyin was unhappy when Cen Simiao appeared in front of him. Unlike Cen Simiao's soft and weak appearance when he first met her, he wished to tear her up.
Hate her especially.
Lin Siyin hasn't held back these days and asks people to investigate what happened between Cen Simiao and Ringo. After hearing that the two of them had a particularly good relationship, their teeth were about to break.
Even Ringo proposed to break up, Cen Simiao begged bitterly, tears flowed, and committed suicide by cutting his wrist.
Lin Siyin clenched his fists and resisted the urge to choke Cen Simiao to death. No wonder didn't take off the bracelet on wrist when took a shower. Why is he so unpromising, dragged in front of him like two to five or eight thousand, committing suicide for a man, fucking brain sick.
My heart was suffocated, as if it was about to explode. When thought that Cen Simiao might be arguing with Ringo, and wanted to die on purpose to save Ringo's heart, so came to him, Lin Siyin's face turned dark, as if he was about to kill.
The police officer cross-examined several times just because he wanted to eat people.
He was impatient, but he also cooperated seriously. After he was left alone in the office, Cen Simiao called, sneered, and put it aside.
After not calling back, he stared wide-eyed to see if the phone was dead.
For the past two days, Cen Simiao went to the company as usual, as did Dong Ziluo, and the person who picked up Meng Lin became Meng Jun again. Ringo knew where he was going. Yang Nuocong was particularly anxious, wishing to run out immediately, not waiting for more points.
People in the company have died, and everyone has become somewhat depressed. Meng Lin bought a box of chocolates and held it in her arms. Yang Nuocong saw this and snorted: "I'm really big-hearted, I can still eat snacks now."
Unexpectedly, Meng Lin didn't quarrel with her, glanced coldly, looked at Chocolate, and curled her lips slightly.
The phone rang, connected, and called my dear.
Needless to say, it must be Ringo over there.
Yang Nuocong's two legs are folded together, slightly stretched out, appearing thin and straight. He lowered his head, glanced up, and flicked a trace of sarcasm, took out the phone and fiddled.
Ringo hasn't appeared in this period of time. Meng Lin was particularly dissatisfied, acting like a baby and making a few noises. Ringo was very patient at first, but later he didn't know what was going on, his face was gloomy and terrible.
Meng Lin wanted to continue making trouble, but was suppressed by his aura, unable to say a word for a long time. Her aggrieved expression stiffened, she picked up the red wine on the table and put it in Ringo's hand. He lowered his head and his eyelashes trembled.
Meng Lin snorted coldly and patted his arm. The wine glass swayed, the red wine in it spilled on the shirt, and the white cuffs were dyed red.
She turned her head away, her eyes chilled: "I can't hold a glass of wine, it's really useless."
Immediately stood up and prepared to escape, but Ringo did not respond, hanging his head silently. She frowned and leaned forward, calling him a few times. Lingo's arm gripping the wine glass was tight and stiff.
Staring at the red wine stain on the sleeve, he wiped it hard, the material was about to wear, and the sound of rubbing made Meng Lin's mind blow up.
She slammed her bag on the ground and reached out to grab Ringo, like crazy: "What do you think of me!"
Ringo stopped, and slowly raised his head, his eyes were like snow and ice in the twelfth winter of the winter, especially cold, the corners of his mouth were pressed down, his eyes were dark, and he was covered with a layer of dark prey.
Spit out a word: "Go away."
Meng Lin was frightened by his appearance. He was stunned. His eyelashes trembled and he was about to speak, but he slapped her severely and pushed her away. Ringo strode to the bathroom.
The faucet was rustling and the water was cold and cold. He put the cuffs underneath, and the red wine stain still did not lighten. Ringo frowned and trembled. He took off his clothes and tore him severely, and fell to the ground. Fall off.
Until tossing with no strength, panting heavily, suddenly raised his head.
The person in the mirror dodges his eyes, his face is very pale, his jaw is tight, he can't wait to shrink his neck, his look panicked,
Ringo was stunned.
After this quarrel, Meng Lin didn't slow down. Originally, since Jiang Yeqing died, she had a little more smile on her face, but now she disappeared.
But instead of telling Ringo to break up, he became more considerate and gentle by his side, and stopped being emotional. Ringo was cold, no matter what she said, he looked absent-minded.
Until the rare gift of a box of chocolates, if it were placed before, Meng Lin would have liked it. But after being left out for a long time, she was particularly content.
Hold the phone and say he is good.
Cen Simiao was a little bit open. Looking at the chat records between her and Lin Siyin, she felt that it was no way to be so coaxed.
When was about to do something, a message came from the police.
They found Cen Simiao's design draft from Jiang Yeqing's workshop.
It's really staggering. Jiang Yeqing's talent is first-rate, and there is no one who does not admire among the newcomers, and he actually did such a thing.
The police officer notified Jiang Yeqing's family, and only later learned that her family was poor, and her parents divorced from a young age. Her mother brought her up. Jiang Yeqing had a high spirit, studied desperately, coupled with talent, and stood out among the newcomers in this line.
But she is most afraid of failure, because she has a reputation, and if something goes wrong, there will be no difference. It's like a lot of worthless newcomers.
It's hard to get ahead.
The police officer knew that Meng Lin's design draft was also lost, and searched for it, but did not find it.
The two stealing methods were different, and it is probably not the same person. Cen Simiao stared at the design draft, and Meng Lin had already coldly hummed: "Who did I follow you at the time? She was the one who got it for a long time, and I don't know what to think."
Cen Simiao squinted.
No, Jiang Yeqing is definitely not the one who followed her. If Jiang Yeqing knew the identity of the gangster, it was possible to threaten the gangster and steal her design draft.
Because when the tracking happened, didn't know Jiang Yeqing.
Cen Simiao was talking to the police officer, and suddenly heard the sound of footsteps at the door. He turned his head and saw that Ringo rarely appeared on this floor. The flesh on his face was less, and the corners of his lips were smiling as before. When he saw the police officer, Surprised in his eyes.
Then he pulled his lips, eyelashes trembled, and looked at Meng Lin.
It just happened to be when she was off work, asked her to pack up quickly and pick her up. The police officer still needs to understand the situation. Meng Lin can't leave for the time being. Ringo frowned, said something good, and then turned around to leave.
The police officer has sharp eyes, holding a recorder in his hand, seeing his steps, staring at his back and saying, "You stay too, I still have something to ask."
Ringo turned around in an instant, feeling a little excited: "I'm not from this floor, ask me what do I do?"
The police officer was extremely calm: "The afternoon Jiang Yeqing died, you were at the company until we came over."
Ringo's Adam's apple rolled and sneered: "Yes, so you already cross-examined that day, what else do you want to ask."
The eyes of the two collided, the police officer stared at him closely, Ringo clenched his fists, his eyelashes trembled, and looked away.
Everyone asked them one by one. This time, there was a flaw. Yang Nuocong had no alibi at about 3:30 in the afternoon and disappeared from the surveillance.
The police officer asked her directly what was going on.
Yang Nuocong raised his eyebrows and picked up the water on the table. It had become cold, and it was a little cold in his mouth. After moisturizing the lips, the irritability that appeared on his face for many days disappeared, and his eyes were bent and his smile was like a rose.
"Where else can I be, of course in the workplace." The voice was sweet.
As soon as he spoke, Cen Simiao was taken aback, especially suspicious of this sentence. Yang Nuocong belongs to a person who can lie in the rest room for a lifetime, but cannot stay in the work room for a second.
Yang Nuocong said lightly, and the scratcher felt itchy in his heart, but the police officer didn't take it. With a serious expression: "Please cooperate with the case. Dong Ziluo said that he knocked on your door at the time and you did not respond."
Yang Nuocong suddenly exploded and looked at Dong Ziluo. He was frowning and looking impatient, staring at his workshop door. She was very angry: "What do you mean, just because I had a fight with you, you framed me like this!"
Dong Ziluo glanced at her: "I was looking for you to tell you that the phone was on the sofa."
But no one responded.
Yang Nuocong's expression became ugly, and he looked at Meng Lin and Ringo, they were sitting together, Meng Lin's arm was holding him, and he looked very close. After scanning Cen Simiao again, she noticed Yang Nuocong's gaze and raised her eyes to respond.
Yang Nuocong opened his mouth, but was suddenly interrupted by Ringo's soft cough.
She lowered her head.
When the police officer saw that he could not ask anything, he was not in a hurry. He put away the recorder, got up from the sofa, took out the search warrant, and scanned the expressions of everyone present: "Then let's search the house."
Yang Nuocong pinched the palm of his hand.
After a long time, found Meng Lin's design draft from the desk drawer in her workshop.
Since the design drafts were lost, people in the company had to check on their entry and exit, so these drafts could not be taken out. Taking photos and saving will destroy the proportions of the design draft, so you can only put it aside and draw inspiration little by little.
The police officer put the things in front of her, and his voice was cold: "Ms. Yang, tell me, how did you get it."
Yang Nuocong's face turned pale.
Meng Lin wanted to rush over and beat her a long time ago, but was dragged by Ringo and couldn't move. His face was dark, but Yang Nuocong still didn't speak. Meng Lin was anxious: "It's really shameless. You were the favorite to scold thieves. Unexpectedly, it was the thief calling to catch the thief.
"It's really cheap."
Yang Nuocong looked at her abruptly, with cold eyes, and raised his chin: "I can get this, but thanks to the key your boyfriend gave me."
Meng Lin was startled.
Yang Nuocong saw her expression, his heart was happy, the corners of his lips bend, and he looked at Ringo: "Where I was when I was three o'clock, you know this better than me."
The tone is particularly ambiguous, like a seductive vixen.
Meng Lin's mind was as stunned, she recovered, grabbed Ringo, her eyes widened, her voice trembling: "What's the matter, what does she mean?"
Ringo's face was gloomy, without saying a word.
Yang Nuocong chuckled softly: "At that time, you were not happy to disagree with him, so he turned around and took me to the men's bathroom. He hugged me tightly in the cubicle, like a wolf, wishing to eat me in one bite."
He frowned again, seeming to remember something: "By the way, I will go back when I was done. It took a long time for you, Ringo, to go to the rest room."
Looking up at him: "When I lowered my head to put on the clothes that you stripped naked, did your phone rang?"