I'm Not The Murderer

Chapter 6

Lu xingnuan's mobile phone is a domestic smartphone. In her own words, this is called supporting domestic.

Zhao ChuChu knelt down on the bed with Lu xingnuan's mobile phone in front of him.

She sorted out her thoughts first.

Generally speaking, she knows the things she often uses. Girls use mobile phones. There seems to be nothing else except photo albums, phones, communication software and microblog.

Zhao ChuChu decided to look through the album first.

Lu xingnuan is worthy of being a senior foot control girl for 18 years. Six out of ten in the photo album are all kinds of feet with various angles, shoes and skin colors. Some are Lu Xingdao's own, some are downloaded from the Internet, and there are even microblog watermarks.

Zhao ChuChu pulled out his notebook from his suitcase, recorded and classified the microblog names and these photos, and then browsed the microblogs next to each other. Instead, I found the news that a city held a foot model competition from an account called arrogance information. She saw this microblog from beginning to end, but she didn't see any difference. There were not many praise comments and forwarding under the foot model competition message, but it was not small.

She searched the foot model competition again. It was held on October... 2nd, wasn't it yesterday?

Zhao ChuChu turned to the microblog again. The last one on the microblog was the news of the foot model competition, but he didn't track the progress of the competition? I'm afraid this number is not a fake fan. She Shua Shua Shua Shua Shua Shua Shua Shua Shua Shua Shua Shua Shua Shua Shua Shua Shua Shua Shua Shua Shua Shua Shua Shua Shua Shua Shua Shua Shua Shua Shua Shua Shua Shua Shua Shu.

After turning over the album, I found many photos of myself, including full body photos and ankle and foot photos.

Zhao ChuChu's heart is hard to calm. He exits the album and is ready to look at his contacts. Wennuan told herself that she asked her boyfriend to accompany her to the foot model competition. Now there is a homicide in wennuan, but her boyfriend disappears. Isn't that the most suspicious thing? That fool of Lu Xingdao has been twisting himself and feeding his IQ to the dog.

She just opened the contact, but suddenly remembered something. She hurried out, switched to the album, and quickly turned it over from top to bottom. She couldn't stop cold in her heart.

"BUCKLE!"

Lu Xingdao put the things on the desk over and covered them. Then he raised his head and looked at the study door, "come in."

Zhao ChuChu opened the door with his mobile phone and said as soon as he saw him, "have you ever touched a warm mobile phone?"

Lu Xingdao closed his lips and shook his head directly, "No."

"Did you find anything wrong?"

"What the hell are you trying to say?"

Zhao ChuChu didn't care about Lu Xingdao's impatient look. He paused for a moment, went to Lu Xingdao and put his mobile phone photo album in front of Lu Xingdao. "Well, now look -- from here, after August 12, here -- this is September 23. This is the photo I took when I got my mobile phone and sent wennuan a microblog. There is no picture in the middle. "

"So?"

"Aren't you surprised? For a whole month, there was no picture this month. "

"Maybe it was just deleted."

"Yes, it may have been deleted. Then why did she delete these photos? " Zhao ChuChu said word by word, but his eyes looked closely at Lu Xingdao. "Is there anything in the photo that can't be seen?"

Lu Xingdao leaned back in his seat, and the smile at the corners of his mouth looked ironic in the light. "Miss Zhao, I brought the warm mobile phone from your hand. So tell me, why did you delete those photos? Is there anything in those photos that exposes your information? "

"Me?" Zhao ChuChu was speechless. Except Lu xingnuan herself, she was the last operator of the mobile phone. She said she didn't touch it. Who would believe it?

Zhao ChuChu took a deep breath and stood up straight, "excuse me."

She said that and then left, shaking the study door with a sound, which was enough to prove the anger in her heart at the moment.

Lu Xinggui picked up a picture of the whole family from his desk. His fingers crossed the smiling girl's face and murmured, "warm, will you give your brother some clues?"

After this incident, Zhao ChuChu decided to completely give up the hind leg of the land satellite orbit and plan to go on his own. She watches Lu xingnuan's mobile phone when she is free, but the information collected from the mobile phone is really limited. In order to prevent Lu xingnuan from finding anything, the messages in his mobile phone are almost empty. Even Zhao ChuChu looks through the chat records one by one and gets the most blank.

It's a headache.

This is the worst national day I've ever had.

After 11, the cooling rate in the province increased. I don't know if Lu Xingdao was afraid of what little moths she was doing on her way to work. She even offered to pick up Zhao ChuChu to work. Zhao ChuChu has cultivated her ankle for more than ten days. On the surface, it doesn't matter. She walks normally, but it still hurts when running. Now it saves her a thing.

On the first day of work after the festival, Zhao ChuChu got off the land star rail car. They didn't even have a good relationship with the most strange taxi master and passengers. Don't say goodbye, not even a word. Zhao ChuChu got off and left. Lu Xinggui drove away after Zhao ChuChu got off.

The receptionist winked at Zhao ChuChu, "who sent you to work?"

"Hehe, a fool."

The front desk's response to Zhao ChuChu was directly understood as a quarrelling couple, tut Tut, exclaimed, "you don't know your happiness in happiness. Love and career have a good harvest. "

"Love your head - what career? I asked for so many leave last month. I think the manager wanted to eat me. "

"Big list." The front desk smiled, "the customer assigned you to be responsible."

Zhao ChuChu didn't believe what the front desk said. She is a financial planner. The company she stays in is neither big nor small. As for herself, she is a small employee, which can't be compared with Lu Xingdao's gold medal lawyer. Who can name her to be responsible?

Zhao ChuChu went to his position, put down his bag, took a cup of hot water to warm his hands, and met the smiling manager.

"Here comes Xiao Zhao?"

Zhao ChuChu nodded and wondered more. Is there really any big list?

"Come in, Mr. Zhang has been waiting for a while."

"Mr. Zhang? Which Mr. Zhang? " Zhao ChuChu is inexplicable. She has a customer surnamed Zhang, but the amount is definitely not enough to make the manager smile.

The manager was not annoyed and smiled, "Mr. Zhang Shan. Come in quickly. Mr. Zhang said to let you be responsible for his assets. "

No.

Zhao ChuChu took a sip of water and asked the manager vaguely, "I'm not the first in performance, Mr. Zhang Shan. Why did you call me?"

The manager smacked his mouth and looked at her strangely, "originally I didn't call the roll. I saw you from the staff wall and said I knew you. Do you still have friends with Zhang Shan? "

Zhao ChuChu breathed a sigh of relief, hurriedly shook his head, put the water cup down, dealt with the manager casually, and entered the reception room.

In the reception room sat a middle-aged man with a charitable face. When he saw Zhao ChuChu enter the door, he stood up and smiled amiably. "I didn't expect to meet Miss Zhao here. It's really fate."