It's all because of the blind date

Chapter 107 Nothing I Lost
I rushed into the room again and searched around the table but couldn't find it.

Looks like it was really stolen...

I was a little disappointed, thinking that this 8000-odd notebook has only been used for two months and it has become the possession of a small thief. I am really unwilling.

After smoking two dull cigarettes, I decided it would be better to call the police without further delay.

I dialed 110, and the police asked me carefully on the phone and told me that the police would be dispatched in half an hour.

I'm sitting in my messy house, distracted, and if the cops catch a burglar, I want to slap him in the mouth.

I feel sorry for that computer. In fact, the price is relatively expensive for me. On the one hand, there are many materials I collected in my spare time and photos backed up on my mobile phone.

Less than four or ten minutes later, I heard a knock on the door, opened the door, and two uniformed police officers looked at me and asked, "Are you Mr. Wang Liang who just called the police and said the house was stolen?"

The police went through a cutscene at the scene of the crime, recorded some rented houses and my personal information, and then took photos everywhere.

They walked into my room, looked at the books on the floor like a carpet, and asked, "Apart from the laptop, do you think what else has been stolen at home? You have to think carefully, once we catch the suspect People will have a lot to do with his conviction and sentencing."

I thought about it, and it seemed to be nothing. I usually put my bank card in my wallet, and I always carry my mobile phone with me. The only tens of yuan in my family’s change for buying fruit yesterday was also taken by Bu Zhaorou to take a taxi early this morning. .

"It should be gone. I'm just a student, and there's nothing particularly valuable in the rental house."

At this time, the mobile phone beeped twice suddenly. I knew that the battery was too low and was calling the police, so I habitually looked for the charger.

I searched around and didn't want to find it. Although the house was turned over like a chicken coop, it shouldn't be so difficult to find a charger.

The police looked around the room again, and I walked up to them and said, "Brother policeman, I have another thing that seems to have been stolen."

A policeman was squatting and flipping through the books on the floor with great interest. When he heard what I said, he stood up holding the book, "Oh? What else was stolen?"

I paused, "Mobile phone charger."

……

The policeman holding the book had black lines all over his face, and smiled at me and said, "Okay, we will also record this, but the charger is not worth much, but it is still a thing, hehe."

As soon as he finished speaking, another policeman wearing glasses walked in from the living room, took a camera and said, "Xiao Zhang, help me lift Simmons, this mattress also has signs of being greatly moved, I will take another shot Zhang, we can go back."

After finishing speaking, the policeman surnamed Zhang put down the book, pulled out the shirt that was pressed under Simmons, and moved Simmons to the halfway position where he was pushed out just now.

"Why is there a lump at the head of the bed?"

The policeman in glasses pointed forward after taking the photo.The policeman surnamed Zhang walked over, pressed the mattress with his hands, and then carefully lifted the mattress.

Looking at his posture, I thought there was a time bomb inside. I looked over curiously, and I was happy to see what he took out.

It turned out that my laptop hadn't been stolen, it was just pressed under Simmons by the thief.

The two policemen looked at each other, and one of them said, "Hehe, it's okay, I finally recovered the most valuable loss, don't look for that charger, just record it."

I nodded and took the notebook handed over by the policeman.Putting it on the table, looking at this lost and found partner, I opened it casually in ecstasy.

At this time, the police had already walked out of the room and were about to call in the police.I stared at the notebook for a few seconds, then yelled towards the door, "Brother policeman, please stay, there is something extra in this notebook!"

The policeman stopped when he heard my voice, turned to me and asked, "What's wrong with your computer?"

I moved away from the front of the notebook and showed the note pasted on the screen to the police.

The policeman surnamed Zhang came over first, quickly glanced at the writing on the screen obliquely, and then said to his colleagues, "Brother Zhang, this does not seem to be a simple burglary."

The policeman in glasses nodded and raised his chin to stare at the words on the note thoughtfully.

"Don't hand over the things, otherwise..."

He said the key sentence aloud, suddenly turned his head to me, and then asked with his eyes wide open as if he was interrogating, "Xiao Wang, do you have any problems with others?"

"No... I'm just a student."

My tone was a little unnatural. To be honest, this was the first time I called the police. I was suddenly asked a question. Whether it was true or not, my heart was always a little empty.

"Impossible!" The policeman suddenly denied sharply, "If you tell the truth, it will also help us solve the case."

He really frightened me so much, but this matter is getting more and more complicated now, and I'm not sure if it will bring any adverse effects to Li Qingqing once I tell the whole story.

After all, she was burdened with two murder cases whose life and death were uncertain, and she was still making small movies before.

Li Qingqing's experience is already miserable enough, and she is still in the hospital. I really don't want Li Qingqing to be imprisoned after she is discharged from the hospital.

In this case, even if I had already revealed the truth with a guilty conscience, even if I was taken back for interrogation by them, I would not be able to tell the truth.

"Really, I really don't know. All I know are classmates in school. Except for class and get out of class, I really don't know what the note means."

The policeman surnamed Zhang saw that I had finished speaking tremblingly, and my tongue was not smooth, so he patted his colleague on the shoulder.

"Okay, brother Zhang, he's still a half-grown kid, don't scare him. He looks like an honest kid, what can he do?"

The policeman in glasses didn't say anything, and observed me for a while, then tore off the note stuck on the screen and put it in his notebook.

"That's it. We'll check your files and relationships when we go back. Leave a phone call. If you need your cooperation, we can call you at any time."

His tone softened a lot, and then he took out a gel pen and handed it to me.

I wrote down my mobile phone number in the notebook, watched the two policemen study the notebook again, and then the two left the room.

"Tell me, why is there nothing missing in this room, but there is a charger missing and a message note?"

"I don't know... Go back and finish the work at hand. I'll check it out. This case is interesting."

……

The two policemen walked out while talking, greeted me at the door and then closed the door and left.

I sat on the sofa and breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that at least the police did not insist that I had a shady secret.

(End of this chapter)