Chapter 603 Temporary Worker

"Who do you suspect?" Chen Qiang suddenly asked.

Lin Wan'er tilted her head to look at him. When their eyes met, Chen Qiang avoided her unnaturally. He was just curious. He didn't expect that

"It's not important who I suspect." Lin Wan'er said, "It's important to find out who this person is."

It was already dawn. In order to avoid unnecessary trouble, everyone still moved the bodies of Pandu and Linghu Yong into the room at Zhao Xingguo's request.

Of course, Zhao Xingguo then closed the door of the room from the outside and followed everyone to the living room.

After all, no one could stand facing two corpses.

Seeing a familiar person turned into a corpse, and the corpse still had such a weird smile on his face, this contrast made Zhao Xingguo feel cold on his back just thinking about it.

Everyone discussed the details of the task in a casual manner. Jiang Cheng was holding a mobile phone and looking through the photos one by one.

The photos were taken by Luo He, and the background was full of doors.

According to Huai Yi, these doors are rooms in the western-style building, and the photos are posted on the doors, disguised with decorative paintings.

It is obvious that the people in these photos lived in the corresponding rooms.

When they were alive.

Jiang Cheng put away his phone, then reached out and handed it back to Luo He, "Mr. Luo is really a skilled and courageous man. In such a critical moment, he still had the mind to take pictures of every door.

If it were an ordinary person, when he lifted the quilt in the Feng family's western-style building and found that the teammate who was lying on the bed was by his side not long ago, he would probably scream out in fear on the spot.

Even if there was no teammate, he would immediately flee and save his life first.

But according to Huai Yi, Luo He and Fu Fu were the last to retreat from the western-style building, about 5 minutes after they climbed out of the window.

At that time, they thought that the two were haunted by ghosts.

Not only that, Luo He also carried out the body of Linghu Yong with a weird smile on his face.

Now it seems that Luo He used that time to walk around in the corridor and then took pictures of every door.

This courage alone makes others feel ashamed.

For this, Luo He just smiled and said in a calm tone without any targeting: "I just think these photos are important. It is helpful for us to confirm whether there are any survivors in the Feng family. "

"As for the high skill and boldness," Luo He paused, raised his blue eyes and looked at Jiang Cheng, "I think we just made the right choice among the limited options. I think if it was Mr. Jiang, he would do the same."

"If Mr. Jiang and your friends were not trash." He added at last.

Hearing the last sentence, the fat man's previous good impression of Luo He disappeared. Now in his eyes, this is just a pretender, a very hateful one.

Unexpectedly, Jiang Cheng seemed to be thinking seriously. He touched his chin and suddenly raised his head and said, "Are you really a night watchman?"

Luo He was slightly stunned.

"I don't think so. I also know a few night watchmen. You are not very different from them. "Jiang Cheng said in a very sincere tone.

Luo He seemed to be interested. Instead of worrying about being discovered, he was more interested in how he was discovered.

He slightly closed the five fingers of his left hand and clenched the black book in his hand.

A strange breath spread around him, like a transparent shell. Fu Fu, who was standing beside him, also pursed her lips, with a crazy and repressed breath surging in her eyes.

"You are lower in quality than them, and your words are also unpleasant." Jiang Cheng lowered his voice and asked timidly: "Are you not a temporary worker? Recently, the business is busy at the end of the year, and I was pulled here to make up the numbers."

"Then when something went wrong, you were directly pulled out by the leader to take the blame."

"The reason is that you have not received on-the-job training." Jiang Cheng said quickly: "Or more directly, say that you are disabled people who are re-employed. Although you have healthy limbs and don't seem to have any major problems, you are mentally retarded, and then sell a wave of misery, calling on society to be more tolerant of you brain-dead people. "

The fat man couldn't help laughing when he heard this. He wanted to take advantage of the doctor with his mouth, but he really made a wrong calculation. The doctor was a petty person, and the neighbors knew it.

To everyone's surprise, Fu Fu, who was traveling with Luo He, saw her companion being insulted, and she actually grinned, and a trace of gloating flashed in her eyes.

No. 3 is a very special person in Shenhong. He is neither good at calculating nor aggressive. He is a person with a calmer state of mind than his appearance.

It's just that communicating with people is more problematic, and he often talks to death.

So when there is a meeting, No. 3 is generally not scheduled to speak. Even if it is necessary, he is the last one, and at this time, others are often ready to leave.

Fortunately, No. 3 has never felt embarrassed.

But No. 3 is also recognized by Shenhong as the person closest to Mr., at least his feelings for Mr. can be seen with the naked eye.

"Tap."

"Tap."

"Tap." "

A strange sound of footsteps approached from far away, occasionally mixed with the sound of a wooden stick hitting the ground. Everyone immediately became alert and looked away to the door.

It was already half bright outside. Although the window was closed, a hunched figure appeared through the window paper and approached the door step by step.

"Dong."

"Dongdong."

There was a knock on the door, followed by the hoarse voice of Liu Quezi, "Dear guests, are you up? Cough cough, it's dawn."

Liu Quezi's health seemed to be worse than the day before. He kept coughing, as if he wanted to cough out his lungs.

Everyone looked at each other, and then Zhao Xingguo hardened his heart and walked up quickly, saying in a lazy and impatient tone: "I'm here, it's early in the morning, it's not even day, why are you so loud?"

After the door opened, it was indeed Liu Quezi's twisted body outside.

He stretched his neck and looked inside unnaturally, as if he was looking for something.

The rest of the people pretended to have just woken up, and walked out of their rooms in disheveled clothes. Among them, Fatty and Pi Ruan pretended the most.

"What's the matter?" Fatty asked casually: "Is it time to have breakfast?"

"Nothing." Seeing that his vision was blocked, Liu Quezi retracted his sight and stared at them with a strange face, "I came here just to ask, have you rested well recently?"

Jiang Cheng held his chin, shook his head thoughtfully and said: "Not good."

Liu Quezi immediately looked at Jiang Cheng.

"You don't know, since I lived here, I couldn't sleep well at night. I finally fell asleep yesterday, and I had nightmares all night." Jiang Cheng said with lingering fear.

"What did you dream about?" Liu Quezi urged.

Jiang Cheng looked away and suddenly stared at Liu Quezi with a strange, thought-provoking look, "I dreamed of an old man squatting in a corner with his back to me."