In the wooden corridor of the B&B apartment, rapid footsteps resounded, and Hans went downstairs menacingly.
Arriving on the first floor, Hans noticed that the lights were still on in the reception hall, and immediately walked over quickly.
Entering the hall from the corridor, Hans glanced at the bar, but there was no one there.
"Whoa!"
The microcomputer screen that just turned on automatically locked the screen and entered sleep mode.
Beside the cabinet not far away, Yan Xing held his breath, holding a slender silver knife in his right hand, ready to use it at any time.
Hans turned his head and looked around, feeling very strange because he smelled a not-so-strong smell of blood and disinfectant.
Hans is a genetically modified warrior. Although he has not reached the stage of dirty blood, his senses are far superior to ordinary people. He can tell that the smell of blood does not resemble that of livestock.
The smell is very strange, but it has nothing to do with Hans. He came to southern Yunnan to do big things, and he has no intention of meddling in other people's business. Moreover, the trick just now proved once again that any of his actions may bring unpleasant consequences.
Necessary trouble.
Thinking of this, Hans paused briefly, turned around and returned to the corridor.
In the dark corner, the bold and careful Yan Xing stepped out, even having time to wipe the table, and finally left through the window.
"Dong dong dong!"
There was a rapid knock on the door in the corridor.
"Who is it?" After a while, a response came from the staff dormitory.
"I am a guest of Ting Yuxuan, and I have something to ask you." Hans replied.
"Squeak!"
The door opened, and the waiter on the first floor of the store, wearing clothes, asked him: "What's the matter, Mr. Hans?"
"Has someone entered my room?" Hans asked urgently: "Didn't I tell you that Ting Yuxuan doesn't need to clean up?"
The waiter looked confused: "I didn't clean it up. I wasn't in the store in the afternoon."
"Where's the AI person responsible for cleaning up the third floor? That's the one named... Ling!"
"Bell?"
"...It's Ling!! Xiaoling." Hans's eyes were so anxious that his eyes were red.
"Oh, she's already resting and recharging her energy, and it's not her room to clean up in the afternoon," the waiter replied.
"Who is that?"
"He's our boss."
"Where is your boss?" Hans asked, stretching his neck.
"She went on a trip today and won't be back until tomorrow morning." The waiter responded politely.
"Sorry!" Hans was so angry that his chest exploded, and he clenched his fists and shouted: "I told you not to enter my room, how did you serve me?!"
"Sir, please don't make any noise. The other passengers have already taken a rest." The waiter blinked and replied, "Did you throw anything away...?"
Hans panted and looked at her, feeling extremely speechless: "Are you sure your boss will return tomorrow morning?"
"Yes, the tourism festival is about to start, she will definitely come back."
Five minutes later, Hans returned to Tingyuxuan, retrieved the observation camera he had installed on the balcony, read the stored images on his computer, and watched them carefully.
The screen showed that the waiter did not lie. It was indeed the damn woman who entered the room. Judging from her actions, she probably did not find anything, but regarded the bag as garbage.
When Hans saw this scene, he was extremely upset. Everything was going well at first, but after the sudden trick, he seemed to be having bad luck, and everything was not going well.
There was no way, it was already past one in the morning, and it would be unrealistic to go out and look for the boss. All Hans could do was wait.
…
Two fifteen in the morning.
Yan Xing quietly returned to the unit, entered the duty room, and took a shower in a leisurely manner to cleanse himself of the faint smell of blood.
After taking a shower, Yan Xing returned to the sofa and took off the artificial intelligence robot from the back of the chair. This robot was newly purchased and has been sitting here instead of Yan Xing since tonight, watching video programs.
This artificial intelligence robot is only the size of a palm and has very simple functions. It is generally used for home life systems, such as closing curtains, flushing toilets, etc.
Yan Xing took out the video image of the robot and put it in his pocket. This video image was also adjusted by him before. The resolution, frequency of swinging the head, and angle of lying were all similar to Yan Xing's usual habits.
The purpose of asking for this thing is to prove his alibi. Tomorrow, as long as the image is recorded and entered into the electrode chip of the human brain through the brain computer, it can prove that he has not left tonight and has been watching the video program.
In this way, Yan Xing sat in the duty room and waited until 3:55 in the morning before walking out of the room and going to the clock-in hall.
Just like in the middle of the night, Yan Xing waited until the hour and came to the front of the time card machine.
"Whoa!"
A red light came from the direction of the cabinet, covering the front sensing area of the clock card machine. The image emitted by the red light was a work permit.
Yan Xing did not move. The clock card machine read the red light and made a beeping sound.
"Whoa!"
When Yan Xing saw this, he picked up the small infrared camera from the cabinet and turned around to leave.
This thing looks high-end, but it is very common. For example, in order to decorate the lights of computer cases, this kind of infrared projection is used. For example, many cars also have this thing installed at the bottom of their doors, projecting the logo on the ground, which looks good.
Electronic City has a lot of this stuff.
Yan Xing relied on this little trick to complete the check-in when leaving, and the angle was exactly in the blind spot of the ray.
But I clocked in on time, but what should I do if there is no monitoring influence from Yan Xing in the corridor?
Not urgent.
Yan Xing returned to the duty room in the front hall slowly and shouted softly: "Uncle Guo, Uncle Guo!"
There was an echo in the empty corridor, and Yan Xing called out more than a dozen times before the sound of getting dressed came from the room.
After a while, the door was opened, and the old man at the watch, Uncle Guo, held some braised food and wine in his hand and said with a smile: "Is it about to start?"
"Yeah!" Yan Xing nodded: "Let's go."
"Hey, are you alive tomorrow morning?"
"Nothing. Last night, we were at the end of the queue. We didn't stop in the middle. I got off work at that point." Yan Xing smiled.
"Oh, that's good. Let's have a drink and then go home and sleep after get off work." Lao Guo replied and walked forward.
Yan Xing has been working with him for at least two years, and he knows this person's habits very well. The old man is used to going to bed early and getting up early. Even if you don't call him at four o'clock, it's almost five o'clock, and except for work, he doesn't stay up late in the middle of the night.
.
The two walked forward for a while, and Yan Xing said to him: "Hey, uncle, you go there first. I just remembered that Xiao Liu asked me to go to his office to pick up something and deliver it to him in the morning..."
"Okay, go ahead!"
"good!"
The two separated at the corner of the corridor. Lao Guo quickly entered Yan Xing's duty room with his wine in hand.
Yan Xing took out a card from his trouser pocket and walked back to the old man's room, preparing to replace tonight's on-duty images, including the time record for the entire night.
The image was secretly copied by Yan Xing when he was watching football with the old man in the duty room a year ago. On that day and today, he was wearing exactly the same clothes.
A year ago!!!
More than 360 days and nights ago!!
What a meticulous layout this is!
Why not steal the video from three days ago, or the one from a week ago?
Because the time is so close, there is a certain chance that the police department will call surveillance cameras to conduct a large-scale investigation into Yan Xing's night shift habits. If the video images on the two days are the same... then it must be cool.
But it wouldn't be the case a year ago. The security room cleans the surveillance system every six months, and the time, season, and temperature a year ago were no different from now. When the video is inserted, there will be no sense of surprise.
It took less than a minute. Yan Xing used the microcomputer he carried to simply edit the scene where he asked Lao Guo to watch football twice tonight, inserted it into the large screen, and finally smoothed it and saved it.
Turn around and leave.
When Yan Xing left, he was not afraid of surveillance because the image time he stored was twenty minutes later than now, and the system was not running.
After returning to the room to watch the game, Yan Xing was as usual, drinking wine and eating snacks with the old man too calmly, without any abnormalities.
…
At half past eight the next day.
In Hongrun Scenic Area, Zhang Yunxi got up early and finished washing. He turned to look at Shi Wentian and asked, "Brother, what are the plans for today?"
"You just have to make arrangements." Shi Wentian yawned and lifted the quilt to get up: "Anyway, there are no classes today. Free activities. Let's have a fun day!"
"Brother, look at us tying a rope and jumping down from the snow together. Wouldn't it be fun?" Zhang Yunxi teased: "It's exciting to jump once in a lifetime."
"You speak very nicely, you should learn bel canto." Shi Wentian patted Zhang Yunxi's back: "It's so smooth!"
"Yes, our Mingzhu City General Administration has the habit of doing beauty treatments."
"Haha, I heard that our Aunt Lai Lai goes to the beauty salon three times a week. I heard that she also had ovarian surgery last month...!"
"What a loss to you!"
"Ha ha!"
The two of them joked around, and after washing up one by one, they went outside together to gather with the troops.
Everyone got together, called three cars, and left the scenic spot.
About thirty minutes later, everyone arrived near the tourist festival area, and as soon as they got off the car, they heard sirens from the surrounding area. Jiang Xin turned around and took a look, and saw people from the Crime Department walking into a B&B called Love Mythology.
apartment.
Everyone didn't take it seriously and walked towards the busy scenic spot.
ten minutes later.
In the Love Myth B&B apartment, a group of staff members were called down, and Hans, who had not slept all night, also heard the sound and rushed over. He stood at the corner of the corridor and observed secretly.
"Your boss's name is Wen Ya, right?" the police officer asked.
"Yes, what's wrong?"
"She had a car accident last night and fell from the winding road into the pond. She is already dead..."
Everyone was shocked.
"My Fuck!!!" Hans, whose eyes were filled with tears, blurted out: "Dead???? I*(&)!"
At the same time, Yan Xing, who was on his way home, received a call: "Hello? What?! There was a car accident?! Okay... Mom and Dad... I'll be there right away!"
Yan Xing's shouts were full of heart-breaking sadness, attracting the attention of passers-by around him.
Three groups of people gathered at the tourist festival area inexplicably.