Orphan girl reborn: Why are you clinging to me?

"Brother, what do you mean?"

Lin Luo held the phone tightly and stood up suddenly.

"Did something happen to Master and the others? Please explain clearly!"

"Xiaoluo, don't think too much now, protect yourself, do as I say, leave the king's house and wait for me in the town."

After speaking hastily, Wang Zhizhou hung up the phone.

Lin Luo looked at Xi Ping's cell phone and thought about Wang Zhizhou's words. He did not leave the surveillance room immediately. Instead, he sat down again and started checking the surveillance videos from a week ago.

Nine days ago, at 9:9 a.m., Zhao Youmei, wearing a blue Chinese blouse, entered the gate of Wang's residence carrying a vegetable basket. This was the last day's surveillance video that Lin Luo could retrieve.

Starting at 9:1 noon nine days ago, the surveillance video was interrupted, and the security system also became inoperable due to a power outage at the same time.

Wang Zhizhou said that he did not receive an alarm reminder last night because the security system on the fence had stopped working.

The real-time surveillance video he thought he saw was actually a repeat of the same scene a few days ago.

Only Wang Lingyue and Zhao Youmei live in the Wang House. They live in seclusion every day and have a regular schedule. The surveillance video footage does not change much. If you don't watch it carefully, you will generally not be suspicious.

In other words, someone hacked into Wang Zhizhou's monitoring system, manipulated Wang Zhizhou's mobile phone and computer, and arranged all this.

Something may have happened to Master and Sister Zhao!

Lin Luo kept pulling the progress bar, looking at the situation of the last two days that could be found, and thinking quickly in his mind.

What does this person want to do? He kidnapped Master and the others and manipulated the surveillance. Did he not want the Wang family to find out?

But why did he kidnap the master?

Master is nearly 90 years old and has long since stopped caring about world affairs. He doesn’t even go out much. Who could he be and for what purpose would he want to deal with Master?

Lin Luo's fingertips when operating the mouse were cold, but he felt a sense of peace in his heart that he had finally waited for.

The uneasiness I had been feeling for days finally had an answer.

She seemed to be able to feel that a larger conspiracy had already enveloped the Wang residence.

After connecting the Wang residence's security system to his mobile phone, Lin Luo turned off the computer, walked out of the monitoring room, and left the Wang residence.

She did not drive, carried her bag, and walked to the police station in the town.

I wonder where else could it be safer than being around a policeman?

"Xiaoluo, you're here." Zhang Xiangdong waved to her, "Are you alone? Didn't Xiao Zhao come with you?"

"Uncle Zhang, Aunt Zhao is busy with something. Let me come over and tell you. My father will come over later to deal with this matter."

Lin Luo thought about how he could stay at the police station and not leave.

"Did Wu Fan speak? What did he see in my house?"

"He still refused to speak, but we found the video he took last night on his mobile phone and camera. They did enter your home. Coupled with Zhu Li's confession, it is illegal to invade other people's homes. Can be confirmed.

However, after Wu Fan entered the dining room, the video he shot was all black screen, with no image or live sound. Maybe he was afraid and did not record it. "

Zhang Xiangdong said as he led Lin Luo into the police station.

"Zhu Li proposed that he want to mediate with you. He is willing to compensate for the losses caused to your family. Ask your father if he accepts mediation."

Lin Luo thought for a while and asked, "Can I meet this Wu Fan? I want to talk about mediation, and I want to talk to them together."

"Okay, I'll arrange for you to meet them."

Zhang Xiangdong was very efficient. After 10 minutes, Lin Luo was sitting face to face with Wu Fan and Zhu Li in the mediation room.

Lin Luo first showed the photo on his phone, which was the scratch on the back of the Wangzhai dining room door.

"My house is hundreds of years old. This door is made of nanmu, which is very precious. However, you have made so many marks on it. How are you going to compensate me?"

Zhu Li leaned over, looked at the photos on Lin Luo's phone, and then pulled his head back in fear.

"It wasn't me, I never even entered that room!"

He looked at Wu Fan beside him meaningfully.

Wu Fan lowered his head, not even looking at Lin Luo or the photos on her phone, as if he was not afraid of boiling water.

"Wu Fan, you were the one who entered that room, and you were the one who caught these traces behind the door."

Lin Luo stretched out his arm and knocked on the table in front of Wu Fan to attract his attention.

"Why did you scratch the door like this? The repair cost is not cheap."

"Such a big house, is it your home?"

Wu Fan raised his head as if waking up from a dream and looked at Lin Luo suspiciously.

Lin Luo looked at him calmly, "Of course it's my home. Everyone in the town knows about it, right?"

"No, I thought no one lived there, so I wanted to go in and take some videos. We didn't move anything. Why do you say that the marks on the back of the door were made by me?"

When Wu Fan heard that he was going to pay a lot of money, he finally couldn't help but refute.

"I didn't touch anything anyway. Those marks were made by you yourself. Don't try to extort my money."

"Extorting money? Ha!"

Lin Luo laughed, she really didn't want his money, it would be nice if she could force him to tell the truth.

"How difficult is it to prove that those marks were made by you? I see that your finger was injured. Could it have been when you scratched my door? Can't we confirm it with a DNA test?"

"You!" Wu Fan frowned and retracted his hand under the table, "How much do you want me to pay?"

Lin Luo smiled and said: "It's impossible to tell. We have to ask antique restoration experts to appraise it and let the experts set the price. Don't worry, we won't charge you any more."

As soon as he heard the word antique restoration expert, Wu Fan felt that it was worth a lot of money. The five-digit balance in his bank card was probably not enough to compensate him.

Lin Luo seemed unable to see his embarrassment and continued to say heartbreaking words.

"I checked you out on the way here. You are the famous 'Angkor Visitor' on the Internet. You have hundreds of thousands of fans. This kind of money must be nothing to you~"

Wu Fan has pale lips and a pretty face. More than half of his hundreds of thousands of fans are purchased. The account has only been open for a year, and there are not many advertisements, so his income is very limited.

Moreover, in order to shoot attractive videos, he traveled all over the country. These were all expenses, and Zhu Li, an ineffective and timid assistant, had to pay his salary every month. He didn't have much money at all.

"What if I can't afford the compensation?"

"Ah?" Lin Luo opened his mouth slightly in surprise, "You don't want to lose money?"

"It's not that I don't want to lose money, it's just that what you said is too scary. You are an expert in antique restoration. It sounds very expensive."

Wu Fan stopped pretending and just put down his trump cards.

"Let me tell you clearly, I only have tens of thousands of yuan with me. If you take it all away, I won't even be able to eat in the future."

"Isn't it so unprofitable to make videos?" Lin Luo curled his lips, "Why don't you find a serious class? It's not a big deal to break into private houses like this every day."

"I don't break into private houses every day. It was an accident last night. I didn't know anyone lived there." Wu Fan retorted.

"I'm not a bad person. I have to force you to starve to death without money."

Lin Luo was not interested in hearing his excuses, but suddenly he had a good idea.

"Well, how about you go to my house with me and repeat what happened last night in the same place, and I won't ask you to compensate?"