In the evening, Dai Min and the other two had supper in a small restaurant near D, and then returned to dormitory 602 to wait for darkness. Time dripped, Dai Min still unwilling to look through the foreign object of the deceased Wang Jiayuan, a silver ipad lying quietly in the drawer of the desk. Dai Min tried hard to recall Wang Jiayuan's identity information, and gently tapped Wang Jiayuan's birthday on the screen with his fingertips. After the ding-tone, the screen lock was lifted and entered the standby screen.

"You really have it!" Zhan Peng praised. Why didn't he expect to check Wang Jiayuan's iPad? Maybe she would record something there.

Dai Min smiled slightly without caring. Most unmarried women generally like to use their birthdays as their password!

Several popular mini games are neatly summarized into a document. In addition to some social software commonly used by people, they are shopping apps, typical girls.

Dai Min tentatively clicked on Wang Jiayuan's QQ, but fortunately, she had already recorded her password, so she could log in directly by connecting to wifi. As they guessed, this girl's social circle is not complicated, and it is not difficult to see from the grouping of friends lists that she is a more organized person.

Elementary school, junior high school, high school, and colleges, and friends at each stage were neatly summarized into the corresponding groups by her, and marked them. If she had not seen the basic information of the deceased, Dai Minzhen would have doubted whether she was a Virgo.

While the beeping system prompted the sound, a person with ten fingers tightly clasped and flashed.

"Who are you?" asked the other party.

Dai Min thought about it and extorted three words lightly, "What do you say!"

"Hey! You must scare the other party to death if you say this." Zhan Peng laughed sneer. A dead person suddenly had her QQ online and she replied to you. What would you feel?

Above the dialog box, a line of small words "The other party is typing..." is displayed, but for a long time, no message has been passed.

"Look!" Zhan Peng shrugged. He seemed to have seen a pair of trembling hands, hesitating back and forth on the keyboard, what words should I type.

"Dayuan, is it you? Are you really back?..." Just as Dai Min was about to give up and wanted to tell the other party his identity, he sent a message like a cannon. Judging from the content of the message, it must be Wang Jiayuan's boyfriend.

After expressing a series of longings, Wang Jiayuan still did not respond to him. The other party finally couldn't help but send a request to connect to the video.

The system's beeping prompt sound revealed the urgent mood of the person on that end. Dai Min hesitated for a moment, but still refused the other party's request indifferently. Zhan Peng raised his eyebrows indifferently, "It seems that you have ignited someone's hope again." Dai Min pulled the corners of his mouth helplessly, and apologized to the other party and explained it clearly to him! Otherwise, it would be bad for people to think that Wang Jiayuan's ghost was logging in to QQ, causing panic. Suddenly, the other party sent another text message, which caught the eyes of the two.

"I'm already divorced. I'm sorry, I know it's too late, but I want you to know that I love you the most!"

New discovery! Dai Min Zhan Peng looked at each other, but he didn't expect that this female college student was still a "missie" during her lifetime. The two of them decided for a while and ignored the lover of the deceased Wang Jiayuan. Dai Min took out his cell phone, found Mo Chen's phone number, and quickly dialed it over.

After a short busy tone, Mo Chen answered the phone and Dai Min said a long story short, "Team leader, help me check my personal... Yes, only QQ number... OK!"

Mo Chen recorded the QQ number reported to him by Dai Min, and quickly contacted the relevant technical department for investigation. Although there are no clues yet that the man is related to Wang Jiayuan's death, they do not want to give up any possibility.

Before the technical department gave a reply, Mo Chen and Zheng Yi were still staying at the first deceased Fang Qing’s unit, reviewing the surveillance video of that night. However, the ending was not different from the previous records. There was no scene where the deceased Fang Qing left the school or others approached the teacher’s office.

Just after eight o'clock in the evening, Zheng Yi was hungry, so the two of them found a fairly clean cross-bridge rice noodle shop near the school.

This small shop, which is less than 40 square meters, is divided into two halves by simple gypsum board. Half of the large area is used as a dining area, and half of the area is the kitchen. The boss lady, who is in her forties and fifties, is alone, and is detoured between the front and the kitchen. Through a 1.5*2-meter rectangular dining mouth, you can see that a woman in her 20s is busy in front of the stove in the kitchen.

Mo Chen and the other two ordered a single portion of rice noodles. Zheng Yi started to be idle again. He swayed and used the excuse of choosing drinks to stalk the freezer in front of the kitchen door and chatted with the woman inside.

"Old girl, this hand speed... tsk... look, this job is so neat." As he said that, Zheng Yi took a mouthful of the coke that had just taken out of the freezer. It was cool and delicious, and he burped loudly with an exaggerated sound.

The young woman glanced down at him without stopping, without saying a word. The proprietress on the side continued to say something, "I don't have education and no skills, I have to do some rough work and be tedious, but I'm just alive, and I'm a waste." There was some contempt in her tone, and it seemed to be mixed with a hint of complaint. Mo Chen put down his cell phone, looked up at the other party, and saw the proprietress rolling the young woman with her eyes rolled.

"Don't say that, the girl looks good, and her appearance is the best these days." As he said that, Zheng Yi simply whistled at the food pickup mouth and smiled and whistled at the woman.

The proprietress seemed to have heard some big joke, grabbed a rag and started to clean up the table that had just been eaten by a guest. She retorted without raising her head, "And, what's the use of being good-looking? It's not for food..." Then Balabala gave an example. Even if she looks good, she can't find any good job, so she still has to stay at home for free. Could it be that she has to rely on her face and be with a wealthy man or something like those shameless women on TV.

Although it makes sense, it's a bit ugly. The young woman's face was said to be blue and white. Mo Chen really couldn't stand it anymore. "You can't say that. Having a high education is a good thing, but it is not the only way out. As for education, like a ticket to enter the workplace, you still have to rely on your ability."

"What this gentleman said is really reasonable, but then again, it is absolutely impossible to not have an entrance ticket!" The boss lady was about to start to continue the fallacy just now. She happened to catch the aunt next door calling her over and said something was wrong, so she put down her work, greeted the woman inside, and ran out hurriedly.

Two steaming casseroles were sent to Mo Chen and the others by the girl using a large insulated iron clip. Mo Chen thanked him and started to eat.

"Who is the boss lady?" Zheng Yi asked the woman while stuffing the rice noodles into his mouth.

"My mother." The woman answered unexpectedly, but then turned back to the kitchen to pack up.

"You eat yours first!" Zheng Yi had greeted Mo Chen. He grabbed a small bowl of rice noodles, picked up some rice noodles, and ran to the kitchen door, eating and flirting with girls.

Mo Chen was really convinced that this guy couldn't walk when he saw a beautiful girl. At this time, a colleague from the technical department called and found information about Wang Jiayuan's boyfriend. Mo Chen quickly edited the message he received into a text message and sent it to Dai Min's mobile phone.

There was nothing wrong with the meal, and the two paid the bill to leave. When they happened to be the boss's wife came back at this time, they were stopped by Zheng Yi, "Is the boss's wife from Northeast China?" He said this without any thoughts.

The boss lady was stunned, "Yes!"

"Haha!" Zheng Yi glanced at the plaque hanging on the door, "Authentic Yunnan Bridge Rice Noodles", and left with a sneer.
Chapter completed!