Depraved

Two days later, a man in a black jacket walked into Mingyao's building, on the seventeenth floor, the general manager's office.

There are already two people waiting in the office.

The man in a suit and leather shoes was leaning on the sofa, shaking the red wine in the glass, his slender eyes swept over him, and there was always an indescribable gloomyness.The other was wearing a white T-shirt, crossed his legs, and looked over with a half-smile while holding a cigarette.

The man in the black jacket took two steps forward with no expression on his face, and handed them a brown paper bag.The one in the white T-shirt pinched his cigarette, sat upright, took the bag, opened it and poured out a large stack of photos, flipped through it carefully, looked at it, and smiled unconsciously, and looked again, but There was an obvious look of dissatisfaction again.The man in the formal suit didn't care about the brown paper bag, but just stared at the private detective he had hired with flickering, unpredictable eyes.After a while, I asked: "Did Zhou Mushen visit the class this week? How long did you stay, did you stay overnight? Did you catch any hot spots?"

"No." Mr. Detective replied simply, "Mu Shen arrived in the morning and returned at night, but he didn't stay. I only took a picture of the two of them looking at each other under the streetlight. The atmosphere is rather ambiguous, but it's nothing special."

Zhang Chenfei, who was wearing a white T-shirt, had gloomy eyes for a moment: "Didn't you guarantee that we will get the evidence we want?" He shook the corner of the photo, paused, and the corners of his eyes clearly hooked a little bit of sarcasm : "Is this what you call evidence? Is this a joke? If not..." Zhang Chenfei suffocated his anger, suppressed the words that came to his lips, and silently turned his head to look at Mo Yao.Mo Yao shook his head and smiled, grabbed his shoulder and patted him, pushed aside the ashtray and coffee cup on the table in front of him, signed a check, tore it off, and handed it to the black jacket between two fingers: "Pleasant cooperation."

Mr. Detective took the check, looked at the face value, and showed a very stiff smile: "This task is indeed not satisfactory, although it is not our responsibility, but to express our apologies, we will continue Send people to follow—until your actions are completed."

Mo Yao raised her eyebrows: "That's great."

The author has something to say:

Only half a year has passed... I feel that the things I wrote before are completely unreadable.Can't fix it at all.Hold your head.And I don't really like the unfolding of this story. Although I should really love the characters I wrote, I really can't love them anymore.Tired, the logic collapsed in many places.In fact, I am quite cute to follow up, but I really don't want to write it out and share it with everyone.If there are people who are chasing updates, I can only say sorry, on the one hand, because of my willfulness, and on the other hand, because my level is not enough.

Well, having said so much, there is only one central idea - this article is a mess.

...maybe I'll write again later?