Zhuo Jian didn't ask any more questions. Checking the surveillance cameras was what she wanted to do.
The police officers there went to understand the situation, took a few photos, and then took them to see the surveillance camera.
The man rode a motorcycle, but after checking the license plate number, he found that it was rented by him.
After checking it all morning, I found nothing more.
After noon, Li Yuqing was going to do an interview. Before leaving, he stood in front of her with some hesitation and hesitated to speak.
Zhuo Jian looked at him and said, "Go ahead."
After hearing this, Li Yuqing looked at her and saw her firm and clear eyes. He couldn't help but smile: "Have you noticed that I have something to say to you?"
"Start with breakfast."
Zhuo Jian replied to him.
Li Yuqing smiled and shook her head. She really had a vicious eye.
"If I told you that Lin Ruxiang's terminal illness was fake, would you believe it?"
"..."
Zhuo Jian's mind suddenly buzzed.
Is terminal illness fake?
"Everyone is hypocritical, don't trust anyone easily, even me."
Li Yuqing said this to her before getting in the car.
Zhuo Jian stood there calmly, blowing the cold wind, and something sank in her heart.
She is not a Virgin Mary Sue, she is not a kind person, and she does not think everyone is as good as she thinks.
But she really wished that there would be no such contest between her and Lin Ruxiang.
Zhuo Jian knew that if Lin Ruxiang had murderous intentions towards her, this would not be the last time.
But the enemy is in the dark and she is in the light.
Two days later she moved into another apartment.
On New Year's Eve, she cleaned the house by herself.
Ouyang Ping made a video call with her. She put her phone on the ground casually, and while mopping the floor, she listened to Ouyang Ping nagging on the other end: "You just told me today after such a big thing happened. Do you think of me as a sister or not?"
"Yeah, but it's Chinese New Year, and I don't want you to worry about me. I've pretty much cleaned up the house. If you feel bad about it, don't ask me to buy you a drink when you come back. You can just buy me a drink."
She spent all the money to buy gifts for her elders, but now she is really short of money and cannot treat guests.
"Zhuo Jian, how long has it been and you are still telling me these irrelevant things? Are you hurt?"
Ouyang Ping was anxious. She couldn't see her and could only see an old lamp, which made her upset.
"No injuries, Yuqing is here, we are two against one."
"That's good. I'll go back as soon as the Chinese New Year is over. You have to be careful and close the doors and windows when you go to bed at night, you know?"
"I know! Goodbye, I'm mopping the floor."
After Zhuo Jian finished speaking, he wrung out the rag and squatted on the ground to start fucking.
As soon as Ouyang Ping hung up the video, a call came in. When she saw the words "Boss Fu", her heart trembled, and then she picked it up carefully: "Hello, hello?"
Fu Yanye heard the cautiousness in her voice and just asked lightly: "Have you contacted Zhuo Jian?"
"I contacted you. We just had a video call."
Ouyang Ping explained honestly.
"I can't contact her. Your apartment door is locked."
"What? Apartment? Are you looking for Jian Jian?"
Ouyang Ping suspected that there was something wrong with her ears.
Fu Yanye stood at the door and looked at the lighted house on one side. He sighed, did not answer, and asked again: "Do you know where she is now?"
"Well......"
Ouyang Ping is suddenly in trouble, can she tell her?
