Chapter 634 "Who Is the Detective: Pilot" (Twelve)

Qin Feng fixed his eyes, walked over quickly, and began to push the sofa towards the corner.

He exerted his strength very carefully, bending his feet and leaning his body against the side of the sofa, trying his best to exert his strength. Except for the overly obvious male body, there was no detail that made people feel distracted.

After pushing both sofas to the corner, Qin Feng curled up and hid in it.

His height and body size were naturally much larger than Tao Jing herself, and the scene was even more funny on the basis of weirdness and absurdity.

Qin Feng pressed his palm on his chest, and his rapid breathing gradually eased. The semi-closed angle effectively relieved his panic. He swallowed his saliva and shrank even smaller, trying to make his presence continue to decrease, wishing he could become a transparent person.

Qin Feng held his head tightly with both hands, pressing the back of his head down desperately, shrinking himself into a ball or a small cube in the extremely narrow space, but even so, many goose bumps still stood up on the back of his neck, just like when a person has a guilty conscience, he will feel uncomfortable no matter what, and always feel that someone is blowing the wind next to his/her neck, laughing and whispering in his ear.

"Ah!"

He screamed again in collapse, rushed out of the angle, and ran very fast with a few steps, as if he was surrounded and blocked by countless police and righteous people.

The two sofas also shifted a little because of this action, which was not quite similar to the original scene.

Qin Feng ran to the center of the room in three or two steps. It seemed that his route was towards the bar and the wine cabinet-the curved bar was more than half a person's height, heavier and more solid. If he could hide in it, he might feel safer.

But there was a body lying nearby. The body of Xiao Zhanggui, who had just been killed by her own hands.

Qin Feng couldn't help but let out a few tiny sobs and turned around again.

He strode through the glass partition, hunched his shoulders, trembling. He saw the door and immediately looked away as if he was burned.

[Why didn't he run away?]

[Maybe he was afraid? It was the feeling of "Will the police be waiting for me outside as soon as I open the door?"]

[Friendly reminder: You can breathe while watching variety shows]

[She didn't dare to run but was afraid of being caught. . . This woman is stupid enough]

[How stupid is she? She just didn't expect that someone would really die and was so scared that she lost her mind]

[Thanks to the previous self-contained barrage, my goodness, I was so nervous across the screen, and then I realized that I was holding my breath]

[Fuck, me too]

[Me too]

Qin Feng looked around helplessly, but the chat area was more empty than the entertainment area. The lights were the most commonly used office incandescent lamps, and there was a sense of danger that the crime could not be hidden.

He hugged himself, huddled into a ball, trembling, and only his head and eyes turned left and right.

Finally, Qin Feng's face flashed with a look as if he was redeemed, and he rushed in one direction--

Bang!

Qin Feng's lower body knelt on the ground, his eyes closed, and his shoulders and back hit the things behind him frantically.

That was the closed bookcase on the far left of the bookcase, which was more than half a person tall.

...

Zhan Xuesong shuddered.

"The only closed space in this whole place is there!"

Inspiration flashed in his mind like lightning, and Zhan Xuesong immediately turned and walked towards the chat area. He didn't pay attention to the closed laptop on the coffee table, but stared directly at the bookcase and the three bright red lines of numbers outside it.

"514382, 514382, 9163, and the paper on the glass grid, the nine-square grid..."

Zhan Xuesong's reaction was faster than any previous player. His lips moved quickly, and he tried all the possibilities one by one with his brain without the need for draft paper. After nearly half a minute of mumbling, Zhan Xuesong slapped his forehead!

His eyes moved left and right, obviously thinking about the corresponding situation at a very fast speed. Soon his eyes were fixed and no longer drifted. Then, he wrote the calculated answer again on the palm of his left hand with the ballpoint pen in his hand to confirm it.

"Save me. That's right, these three strings of numbers mean 'save me'!"

Zhan Xuesong breathed a sigh of relief, convinced that his reasoning was correct.

"There must be something in this bookcase, not just the numbers written on it."

He wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of his wrist and began to touch the outer shell of the bookcase.

"It's strange, there is no handle, no place to enter the password, and there is obviously a gap, so it must be opened."

Zhan Xuesong kept muttering, "The question is where is the channel to open it?"

...

"Ah! I actually missed this!"

Lan Jiaqing, who gave up the small rectangular machine and the puzzle, ran back to the bar and finally found the mobile phone on the wine cabinet this time.

She stood on tiptoe and tried to reach it. After turning on the screen, her expression suddenly became crying again.

"Why is it the password again——"

"You still have one minute!"

"Ahhh, it's too late, password password..."

Lan Jiaqing held the phone with both hands and looked through it anxiously.

[Qingqing who doesn't like to use her brain]

[So noisy, I don't like her]

[The child has just entered the first year of high school, please don't be too harsh on her # Heart]

[Variety shows will be very monotonous without the atmosphere group. Although I don't know Lan Jiaqing, it's good to be lively]

[That little machine is for opening the bookcase, right? Qingqing is very good at finding things, and no one else can find them]

[+1, everyone has their own strengths, get along harmoniously and don't quarrel]

[Our Qingbao's baby voice is so cute (*▽*)! ! ]

[I wonder if this is the director's script or a real reaction hhhhh Is Yu Qing's character a silly and cute one?]

[I think it's real]

[It's fake, they must be acting, isn't this a work of Group B?]

[I think it's real, too, otherwise how detailed would the script be, with so many lines and actions?]

[Actually, there is also a possibility that the director gave an outline and the actors added their own personal performance on this basis]

"Oh! Oh!! It's on!"

Lan Jiaqing's eyes lit up, and she jumped on the spot, "Let me see what's inside - there's a recording!"

Her cute little face was full of seriousness, and she listened carefully to the audio.

——"Actually, I still don't understand how to open the lock screen."

Lan Jiaqing blinked, "It just said 'E+1', and I didn't know what it meant, so I tried the E, and then I found that it was wrong to turn to the bend in the middle, so I turned it horizontally and then vertically, and it looked like 6. At that time, I thought 'ah, it's wrong again', but I couldn't connect and couldn't find the stop point, so I simply passed the vertical bar and stopped at the middle point on the left, hey! I didn't expect it to open!"

After the recording ended, Lan Jiaqing tilted his head, feeling that he didn't get more information.

"It's just what I thought before."

She stroked her braids, "This Xiao Zhanggui is a scumbag, a big bad guy! Um - in addition to the contract and cheating on the relationship, he also killed Jingjing's sister, so Jingjing had an argument with him, and then she was probably too angry, so she took a weapon and smashed Xiao Zhanggui to death!"

"Jingjing didn't expect her boyfriend to really die. She felt that she did something wrong, so she wrote that confession and wanted to turn herself in! Um! That's it!"

[Oh, my silly daughter 23333]

[Lan Jiaqing didn't have enough time and was too anxious to listen]

"Please leave the scene!"

"Okay - wait a minute! My notebook!"

Lan Jiaqing responded obediently, ran over to pick up the clipboard and pen, quickly added a few more contents, and was then taken out by the staff.