Mr. He, please respect yourself

"The biggest suspect at the moment is the younger brother of this family." Jiang Qing said: "He and Xiao Chengcheng are in the same school, so we have a connection line."

"This person is from the same school as Song Zicheng..."

He Chumo repeated to himself, then raised his head and asked, "What's the name of this person?"

"Liu Weizhuo."

Song Zicheng stayed in Taiding all day, Li Yaoxu, the little prince, had a lot of questions, while Jin Honghong was a question encyclopedia, the two of them asked and answered, and in the blink of an eye, the time dragged on to 07:30.

Yaozi's mother and Yaozi's aunt and aunt, seeing their baby Liao talking like flying, unexpectedly ignoring life or fear in front of Jin Honghong, were so happy, relieved and moved that they didn't need to find a handkerchief to wipe their tears.So that night, she warmly invited Jin Honghong to have a luxurious meal, and told Jin Honghong to take good care of their youngest.

Song Zicheng watched from the side, almost thinking that the two elders were going to recognize their sons on the spot.

This luxurious dinner lasted until after eight o'clock in the evening, and it was already nine fifteen when Yaozi's family sent Song Zicheng back to He Chumo's villa complex.

Because the community does not allow outside vehicles to enter, Song Zicheng could only get off the car in front of the community and walk back.

The right to digest food.

As soon as he entered the gate of the community, news from He Chumo came.

He Chumo: [Where]

The language is concise and clear, Song Zicheng replied: [I have already returned to the community, and I am on my way back]

Song Zicheng was about to ask President He Da what he wanted from him, when he suddenly heard someone calling his name behind him.

"Song Zicheng."

Song Zicheng turned around to look at the sound, and a trace of impatience suddenly surged in his heart.

It's Liu Weizhuo.

Song Zicheng couldn't ignore him, and said with a wooden face, "Why are you here?"

Liu Weizhuo didn't seem to feel Song Zicheng's emotions, and ran to Song Zicheng's side with a look of surprise, "What a coincidence, we can meet all of these."

Song Zicheng took a step back calmly, "You haven't answered me yet, why are you here?"

Liu Weizhuo seemed to hear some funny joke, "Why can't I be here, I live in this community, don't you know?"

"I don't know, I haven't noticed."

Song Zicheng didn't want to go with Liu Weizhuo. This person was inexplicably familiar to him before, giving people a very weird feeling, which always made him feel nervous.

Pointing to the direction on his left, Song Zicheng said, "My home is in the North Building, I'm going this way, goodbye."

Liu Weizhuo suddenly reached out and grabbed Song Zicheng's arm, "Why did you go this way? Shouldn't you go straight where you live, and then turn right at the next intersection?"

Song Zicheng looked at him in surprise.

"I should remember correctly, you live in Xidong District, right?" Liu Weizhuo squinted his eyes like a victor who knows everything, and asked Song Zicheng this question, but his tone was firm.

This time Song Zicheng was really furious. He shook off Liu Weizhuo's hand, and stared at Liu Weizhuo with a hint of anger, "How do you know where my house is? I'm near my house, and I haven't seen you at all."

"You must have seen me, but you just didn't notice it." Liu Weizhuo pretended to laugh loudly, and suddenly took a big stride, one step forward, directly in front of Song Zicheng.

Song Zicheng was startled, and quickly took a step back.

However, Liu Weizhuo followed Song Zicheng's pace unhurriedly, and also took a step forward. His eyes, like a vulture staring at its prey, revealed a gloomy coldness under the orange streetlight. He stared closely at Song Zicheng, lowered his eyes. voice asked:

"Why did you block me."

Song Zicheng was already flustered when he saw him, but now when he heard his words, his heart skipped a beat, and he couldn't help but want to curse in his heart.There is something really wrong with this person, it is because of this kind of frivolous matter, he became even more angry, "You are deliberately blocking me here because of this trivial matter?"

"A small matter?" Liu Weizhuo's eyes widened, and he pointed at himself exaggeratedly, "You blocked me, is it a small matter for you?"

"Crazy." Song Zicheng couldn't help scolding him. "I don't know you well. You often tell me silly things and ask me weird questions. What's wrong with me blocking you? It's me. Can you manage your personal freedom?"

Liu Weizhuo's face froze when he heard Song Zicheng's words, and after a while he said bluntly, "We don't know each other well?"

After finishing the sentence, he repeated it several times, "You think we are not familiar? You actually think that the two of us are not familiar?"

Song Zicheng didn't want to talk nonsense with him. This person probably has an extra brain, and he will automatically make up for the encounters and acquaintances of others with him.Just at this time, the news from He Chumo came again. When the notification sounded on the phone, Song Zicheng picked up the phone and took a look. It was He Chumo who asked him why he hadn't returned yet.

Song Zicheng didn't bother to pay attention to Liu Weizhuo, so he turned around and left. Just as he was about to reply to He Chumo with his mobile phone, he suddenly felt pain from a needle in the back of his neck. It was obvious that he was pierced into the skin by some kind of fine needle, and he lost consciousness immediately.

President He Da, who worked overtime until after eight o'clock, returned home, and there was a big dark room waiting for him again, feeling that the fatigue from the day was doubled.Sitting on the sofa at home, He Chumo fiddled with the phone in his hand in every possible way, after thinking about it, he still sent a message to Song Zicheng.

He Chumo: [Where]

It's normal to care and greet, but the identity of the person pretending to be a delivery man has not been determined, even Song Zicheng is dangerous.And his simple inquiry seemed very real. If he hadn't come back, he could even go out to pick up someone. All of this was for safety reasons.

President He Da did psychological training for himself, with good reasons and perfect excuses, if Jiang's playwright acted like a monster, he would say this golden sentence for thousands of years and send people away.

Song Zicheng replied almost in seconds: [I have already returned to the community, and I am on my way back]

He Chumo looked at the message and suddenly didn't know what to reply.

They were on their way back, and his plan to pick up someone was broken.

President He Da couldn't help scowling again.

Since it is said that I will return soon, I have to find something to do/do to pass the time.

He Chumo looked at the drawing paper on the coffee table, and remembered that Song Zicheng had drawn these scenes with reference to some TV series. Anyway, he was bored, so he turned on the TV and picked a TV series that Song Zicheng had watched in the historical records.

A few minutes passed, and the opening song of the TV series was played, but Song Zicheng hadn't returned yet.

He Chumo sent him another message: [Why haven't you returned yet? 】

But there has been no reply.

He Chumo felt very strange, and kept staring at the chat interface on the phone.After waiting for a while, 10 minutes passed, but there was still no sign of Song Zicheng, and there was no reply to the message he sent.

what happened?

He Chumo had a bad premonition, stood up, and wanted to go out to find someone.

Just then, Jiang Qing's phone call came.

Just as He Chumo connected, Jiang Qing's loud voice came from the microphone, piercing He Chumo's eardrums.

He Chumo hastily removed the phone to keep the magic sound away from his ears.