Huang Ying couldn't stand watching anymore, and felt that she would be unable to control her tears if she continued to watch.

Walking out of the duty room, Han Chaoyang was waiting for her at the bar with his winter duty uniform. Aunt Chen and the boiler worker on duty tonight were standing in the hall talking.

"Let's leave later. My mother took Xinxin to the supermarket and hasn't come back yet."

"Mom just called and asked us to go back early to rest. Dad went directly to the supermarket and was waiting for her in the underground parking lot. He picked her up and sent Xinxin back together."

I still have to go to work tomorrow, and it is already past eight o'clock.

Huang Ying nodded slightly. As soon as she took the down jacket from Aunt Chen, Han Chaoyang's cell phone rang again.

"Instructor, I'll answer the phone first." Han Chaoyang smiled apologetically and walked to the corner to answer the phone habitually.

"Chaoyang, I forgot something, and I remembered it only when I got home."

"Instructor, what's the matter?"

"It's not a big deal, and it's impossible to forget it." Xu Weizhong changed into slippers and walked into the living room. He looked at his wife who was lying on the sofa watching TV and watching his sleeping wife. He picked up the remote control and turned off the TV. He sat down and said, "I went to the bureau for a meeting in the afternoon. When the meeting was over, Director Wen called me. He said that the branch office would establish a Federation of Literary and Art Circles, and organize the calligraphy, good literary talent, and comrades who understand music like you, and do a good job in police camp culture. Let you fill out a form, which is your resume, specialty, artistic achievements, etc."

The branch established a Federation of Literary and Art Circles, are you making a mistake?

Han Chaoyang was not interested in participating in these things. He didn't know how to speak, but Xu Weizhong said again: "I just looked at my phone and found out that Director Wen sent me a blank spreadsheet. Now I forward it to you. I will fill it in and send it to me soon. I will ask Xiujuan to print it out tomorrow morning and send it to the branch office together with those reports."

"So urgent!"

"I heard from the director's tone that this matter is very urgent. I may have to establish the Federation of Literary and Art Circles before the Spring Festival. Even if I don't have to fill in it early, it will be better than late, so as to avoid getting busy and forgetting, and then it will make the leader unhappy."

"Okay, fill it out now."

Han Chaoyang hung up the phone and clicked on the spreadsheet that the instructor had just sent, and found that although this was not a serious matter, it was not very troublesome.

To summarize it, there are three parts. The first part is name, gender, age, political appearance, education, title, work unit, position, home address, contact information, etc. The second part is personal resume of what year to year. The third part is the main achievements of an individual, what competitions or selections have participated in, what awards have been won, etc.

For Han Chaoyang, who often records the parties involved, filling out these is really not challenging and can be done in five minutes. I just don’t know if it’s a problem with the form or the software that opens the form, but I can only browse on my phone, but it’s not easy to fill it directly on my phone.

"What's wrong? Is there something wrong to ask you to work overtime in the office?" Huang Ying came over and asked.

"No, I just asked to fill in the form." Han Chaoyang raised his cell phone and asked her to look at it. Then he walked to the duty room and raised his arm to knock on the door: "Brother Ling, I'll lend you a computer to use it. If you ask me to fill in something in the office, it's not important, but it's quite urgent."

"Use it, do you fill it out here or take out the computer?"

"Just here."

Ling Bin turned off the computer for a while, but Han Chaoyang had to turn it on again.

Thinking of logging in to WeChat on the computer, he found that he did not install the WeChat computer. He was planning to search for it and use the web page. The small window for logging in to QQ popped up. Han Chaoyang thought it would be fine if he could use QQ. He first saved the form to his mobile phone, then logged in to QQ on his mobile phone and computer at the same time, and then used the file assistant to pass it on, so he clicked to log in.

I clicked on it and remembered that this was not my computer. Although I saved the account and password and didn’t need to enter it, this is Ling Bin’s number. I was about to log out and enter my account and password, but suddenly a system prompt popped up when the account had logged in or even logged in another place.

This is normal. Most people who have used QQ have encountered it. They have never been to that place and the QQ has not been stolen, but they have prompted to log in in another place. It should be because of the server or the line. Han Chaoyang doesn't understand the specific details.

Just finish his own business and help Ling Bin turn off the computer.

On the way back to Polytechnic University, Huang Ying talked about Ling Bin again and talked about the letter Ling Bin wrote to "Zhang Ziyue" on his blog.

"It makes people feel uncomfortable when you look at it. Even I will cry after watching it. What kind of mood do you think Zhang Ziyue feel when she sees it?"

"This is a hypothetical question, the premise is whether she can see it, and whether she will go and see it." After so many days of tossing and trying like a dog, there was no progress at all. Han Chaoyang really didn't want to talk about this topic anymore.

"I think she will watch it."

"When someone clicked the letters he wrote on his blog?" Han Chaoyang asked subconsciously.

"It's available as soon as it is uploaded, but I don't know if Zhang Ziyue clicked it," Huang Ying couldn't help but laugh: "Some people like one first, and then suggest making friends through literature. Some people advertise, recommend stocks, financial management, and anyway, there are all kinds of messy things."

"Even if Zhang Ziyue opens to check it out, it will be difficult to check it out." Speaking of this, Han Chaoyang suddenly remembered what happened just now and subconsciously stopped.

"What should I do?" Huang Ying turned around and asked.

Han Chaoyang snapped and said excitedly: "We may be stubborn. If Zhang Ziyue wants to see the latest photos uploaded by Ling Bin to the QQ space, she may not have to log in to her own QQ account. She can log in to Ling Bin directly. She knows Ling Bin's QQ account, and she may also know the password of Ling Bin's QQ account!"

I was shocked and thought why?

Huang Ying pulled his arm and smiled as she walked: "So what if Zhang Ziyue logged in? The QQ login record is not a mobile phone call record. Even if you know she logged in, can you still help Ling Bin and Xinxin find her?"

"I definitely can't find it, but it doesn't mean that others can't find it," Han Chaoyang thought about it more and more, and he forgot to tell Lao Tan who was on duty tonight that he forced Huang Ying to the police room and asked her to wait in the police room. However, he ran from the back door to the community police office to dial the number of Team Wang.

Wang Jianping didn't sleep either. After listening to his guess, he pondered: "If she had logged into Ling Bin's QQ, then she not only knew that Ling Bin took Xinxin to Yanyang to find her, but also knew your identity and your relationship with Ling Bin."

"If you want to know these photos without looking at the space, you can tell by just looking at Ling Bin's blog. He writes all the people he met these days, what happened and what he did in the blog, and it is also full of pictures and texts."

Nothing is important, what matters is how to find someone!
Chapter completed!