The wild and lustful social animal will act coquettishly, and the ferocious boss will have his soul

The man by the window said nothing.

When Jiang Nan looked back, she looked at the person on the bed again.

Song Xiaolou's eyes were red but his gaze was still fierce, and he cursed: "It's all because of you, you damn pervert..."

"How many times do you have to tell me that I didn't do it?" Jiang Nan raised her hand and tapped the back of her head, pulled up her sweater and hat and put it on her head. The air-conditioning outlet felt a little cold, "Why did you think it was me? Do you have any evidence?"

"The evidence is that you are the only man who has come in through the corridor surveillance!"

"This is only the third floor. What if someone has been watching you for a long time and climbed in through the window."

Jiang Nan had no intention of quarreling and patiently guided them to find the real culprit.

He wanted to get rid of the suspicion as soon as possible and go home to rest.

Song Xiaolou raised his hand and pointed to the window: "Go and see for yourself!"

"..."

Jiang Nan didn't want to move, but she stood up and walked towards the curtain.

The man in white shirt, who was leaning back on the single sofa chair, did not move when he heard his footsteps.

Jiang Nan ignored his presence and quickly pressed the window sill to look outside.

Depend on.

This is a privacy-proof building, and the entire building is equipped with internal circulation air conditioning.

The outer wall is as smooth as a mirror, without any footholds.

This rules out anyone coming in through the window, proving that the only way to enter the room is through the corridor!

Song Xiaolou was a little depressed and said with lowered eyes.

"You see, you have nothing to argue with."

"It can't be me... Are you sure that the surveillance is complete and there are no traces of it being intercepted or deleted?"

Jiang Nan walked back to the bed and was about to sit down, but was afraid of any dirty liquid on the bed.

He turned around and walked towards the TV cabinet. He sat directly on the low TV cabinet, wearing a sweatshirt and hat and sitting in a slouched posture, with his left ankle resting on his right knee. His loose light gray sweatpants were shrunk a few inches to reveal his bulging ankles.

Youthful and handsome.

Song Xiaolou looked at the boy in a sweatshirt at the end of the bed, raised his hand to wrap his bathrobe more tightly, and sat cross-legged under the quilt, leaning against the head of the bed with his shoulders.

When he spoke, his voice was weak and hoarse.

"You don't know what that person does? He can tell at a glance whether it has been deleted or modified. There is no problem with surveillance."

That one refers to the man in the white shirt, Cheng Ze.

Jiang Nan didn't know them, so she didn't know what Cheng Ze did.

However, thinking that these two people should be from the ghost hunting agency, they must have their own abilities, and it would be easy to identify and monitor them.

He spread his hands: "Then I don't know."

"you--"

"The only thing that's certain is that I never touched you."

"..."

In the silence, Cheng Ze spoke.

"You took your cell phone after entering the room, and it had your fingerprints on it."

Jiang Nan admitted simply: "Yes, the boss at that time... Tang Yan called, and the name was Tang Batian, right? I answered the call."

"Why are you a delivery person touching my cell phone?" Song Xiaolou asked, his tone not very good.

Jiang Nan was also impatient and clicked his tongue.

"You sent me a message asking me to deliver the goods, is it you? You gave me the address. Do you remember this?"

"..."

Song Xiaolou nodded reluctantly.

At that time, he was going to go upstairs to take a shower and then return to the office. He sent a message to the designer, Jiang Nan, on the dance floor of the bar.

"Just admit it. I was suddenly called over by you without any preparation. I stood in the corridor knocking on the door for a long time. Hey, you should be able to see me knocking on the surveillance camera."

Cheng Ze moved the sofa and turned around, looking at the TV cabinet to signal him to continue.

It's like The Voice of China, where the instructor is looking back.

Jiang Nan rolled his eyes inwardly and continued.

"Then I heard a cell phone ringing in the house, but no one answered it. I was in a hurry to deliver the goods and was afraid that something might happen to Mr. Song, so I tried to turn the door handle..."

Song Xiaolou and Cheng Ze looked at each other, then remembered the quarrel they had just had and looked away at the same time.

Because the two of them had a suspicion before--

If it was just a delivery, how could Jiang Nan dare to open the door rashly?

Now when I heard the process, I realized that there was a cell phone ringtone.

This statement is quite reasonable. Anyone who comes will enter the room to confirm the situation.

Cheng Ze asked: "What did you see when you entered the room?"

"What else could I see? He was lying here sprawled out and couldn't wake up. Then I answered the phone and suddenly fell into a dark hole. When I opened my eyes, I was surrounded by the sea and the deck!"

The total process only lasted a few minutes, and Jiang Nan had already explained it in great detail.

Song Xiaolou gritted his molars and stared at the TV cabinet fiercely.

"I'm lying on my back, have you seen everything?"

"——No, you are covered with a quilt! It covers your neck very tightly. I didn't lift the quilt off you."

Jiang Nan had the idea of ​​lifting the quilt at that time, but was afraid of seeing something eye-catching, so she didn't do it.

"..."

Song Xiaolou breathed a sigh of relief.

Although the suspicion of the number one suspect has not been cleared, I heard that my naked state, still wearing nothing, was not seen, and a social death was avoided.

Just when Jiang Nan thought he was no longer suspicious, Cheng Ze suddenly asked again.

"Are you sure you only touched your phone and then entered the plane immediately after?"

Jiang Nan nodded: "Yes -"

"Lie!" Cheng Ze's tone suddenly became cold and stern, and a cold light flashed behind his lenses. "There are also your fingerprints on the tissue box. How do you explain this?"

He rushed to the hotel and asked someone to send tools, and he collected the fingerprints himself.

He also had people go directly to the garage to smash the car window, and extracted Jiang Nan's fingerprints from the steering wheel, which were verified correctly!

Cheng Ze was not a person who could listen to Song Xiaolou's foolish words. His suspicion of Jiang Nan was justified.

The fingerprints were monitored, the bartender identified him, and the witnesses and evidence were all in place.

"If the facts are as you say, then there should be no need for you to touch the tissue box during the whole process, unless it is for wiping..."

Wipe what?

"Stop! You mean a tissue box, right?" Jiang Nan interrupted with a straight hand to prevent others from saying anything sarcastic, "I remembered."

"He was sleeping deeply at the time. I called several times but he didn't move. So I put a tissue on my hand and pushed his head."

Song Xiaolou interjected: "Why do you have to hold your hands when you push your head? Do you believe this lie?"

"..."

What else could there be for this? It's too dirty.

Jiang Nan licked her lips awkwardly and coughed lightly.

"You come to a place like this to get drunk, and the room smells... I don't know what you've done. Just touch your fingers."

Cheng Ze didn't react, so he asked with the intention of peeling off the cocoon.

"Tell me clearly, what does it smell like?"

hiss.

Jiang Nan put down her legs in embarrassment, put her hands in her sweater pockets, and sat like a primary school student.

"You should understand, that kind of smell... huh? You still don't understand."

He took out his hand and rubbed the tip of his nose, humming quietly under the gaze of the two people.

"It just... tastes like egg liquid."

"..."