Game of Destiny: This player is different.

This is the bottom line.

In the blink of an eye, Qin Nuo had already made up his mind.

Tonight, I will go to investigate this matter and find out the source behind it, even if the mission has not been triggered yet.

Because his mind was attracted by the sudden supernatural event, Qin Nuo behaved normally in the following interview.

According to the script, after answering the questions according to the arranged script, he returned to the team honestly.

Several school leaders breathed a sigh of relief, but also looked strange.

Lao Ban and his childhood sweetheart also stared at him as if they didn't know Qin Nuo.

People who have never been serious suddenly acted too serious.

Is it sick?

...

At six o'clock in the afternoon, the school bell rang on time.

As usual, Qin Nuo packed her schoolbag in advance, and was ready to rush out before the old class left the classroom.

But Fu Xiaodie grabbed her arm.

The study committee member was about to speak, but he was the first to attack, "What's the matter? What's the proper way to gossip in public?"

Qin Nuo's face turned pale, and his eyes showed three parts coldness, three parts sarcasm and four parts carelessness: "Woman, if you want to use this method to attract my attention.

Then I can tell you that you succeeded.

But I also want to warn you, this is playing with fire! "

The corner of Fu Xiaodie's mouth twitched, and there seemed to be a black line hanging down her forehead.

The students next to me also froze.

Even Lao Ban, who stepped out of the door with one foot, almost stumbled.

The air froze at this moment, and there was no sound in the classroom.

"..."

Dozens of pairs of eyes fell on Qin Nuo and Fu Xiaodie.

Finally, the latter couldn't bear the mountain-like pressure, let go, and silently stepped aside.

The former remained calm and walked out of the classroom under the watchful eyes of all the students.

Lao Ban squeezed the aching brows, thinking that he was really worrying too much.

It's not normal to think that Qin Nuo will get sick.

Fu Xiaodie, who was sitting on the seat, coughed a few times, obviously suffering from internal injuries.

She didn't expect Qin Nuo to act like this.

Although the two of them had played with the domineering president before, it was in private.

Now it can be so unscrupulous in public.

Whether he regressed or that guy improved too fast, the gap was widened.

After Qin Nuo's back disappeared in the corridor, the classroom returned to normal.

A best friend walked up to Fu Xiaodie and patted her on the shoulder, "Xiaodie, if it doesn't work, just change it.

I think the monitor's bottom line will break through the sky sooner or later, and ordinary people can't grasp it. "

"I feel that the squad leader has reached the atmosphere now."

Another best friend also came over and looked at Fu Xiaodie with pitiful eyes: "Obviously she has a good skin, but the inside is black."

"OK OK."

Fu Xiaodie waved her hands, declined the kindness of the two girlfriends, and changed the topic: "Let's go to the newly opened Chuan Chuan restaurant for dinner later. The new store offers a 50% discount, and free fruit juice when you spend over [-] yuan."

The so-called fire prevention, theft prevention and boudoir protection, the study committee is still clear about this point.

It was not news before that a woman resolutely divorced her husband under the persuasion of her best friend.

As a result, as soon as he left the Civil Affairs Bureau, he slapped himself wildly at the door.

So if you are a girlfriend, just listen to ten sentences and believe one sentence.

Chapter 180 Tracking, Holiday Inn

Let's bloom two flowers and represent one each.

Qin Nuo didn't waste time and hurried back to the Golden Olive Community.

As soon as he entered the house, he sat directly in front of the computer, plugged in an anonymous network card, set up a virtual IP, and began to look up the address of the TV station and the list of staff.

In the Internet age, no one has privacy.

Just use some means, don't say your real name.

ID cards, private mobile phone numbers, home addresses, bank card numbers, and house opening records can all be investigated clearly.

Qin Nuo quickly screened and found several qualified names from the TV station's list of non-staff personnel.

Then compare the photos to finally determine the target.

"Hua Wenlin, Room 3, Building 201, Jinyao Community, Duobao Road, Xicheng District.

This year is 35 years old, not a native of Xinghai, divorced and living alone. "

Qin Nuo wrote down the collected information on his mobile phone, disconnected from the network, and cleared the Internet traces.

Get up and tidy up, and stuff all the props and equipment you need into your backpack.

Then after a simple change in the bathroom, he opened the door and left.

...

He didn't go directly to Xicheng District, but went to the TV station building first.

Pretend to be a courier delivering goods to your door and ask the security guard at the door.

After learning that Hua Wenlin was off work, he turned back and went into a public restroom, where he cross-dressed for the second time.

Take the bus to Duobao Road, Xicheng District.

Walk all the way and arrive at Jinyao Community.

Since it is an old, dilapidated small residential area built in the old city, access control does not exist.

The old man in charge of the gate huddled in the security room with his eyes closed.

There are no checks at all on entry and exit.

Qin Nuo entered the community unimpeded, and found three buildings by looking for the house numbers.

Just as he was about to go upstairs, a person walked down the stairs.

Medium build, wearing big pants, slippers, unshaven, slightly vicissitudes.

The two passed by each other without encountering each other.

But when the man walked out of the stairs, Qin Nuo glanced sideways.

Then he stopped walking upstairs.

It's Hua Wenlin.

Where are you going so late?

He stopped for a few seconds, looked through the window in the staircase aisle, confirmed the other party's position, and quickly went downstairs to follow.

At this time, it was past nine o'clock at night, and there were not few pedestrians on the street.

In addition, the Jinyao community is adjacent to the night market, and the voices of people can be heard far away.

The streets are filled with the greasy smell from hot pot restaurants.

The owner of the barbecue stall had a greasy face, and people passing by covered their mouths and noses and walked through the thick smoke.

Toasting and drinking, the diners released the pressure accumulated during the day in the food and beer.

Qin Nuo shuttled through the crowd, never letting Hua Wenlin out of sight.

The two walked slowly one after the other.

Until leaving the night market, turning into a dark alley.

Qin Nuo paused and jumped lightly.

Stepping on the fence, walking quietly like a cat among the rows of low houses.

After walking for about ten minutes, Hua Wenlin finally stopped in front of a row of low-rent single rooms.

Several women in cool clothes and heavy makeup leaned against the wall.

Saggy skin, cheap pungent perfumes, deliberately squeezed career lines.

The old face, which looked particularly haggard because of the imbalance of secretion, made fun of the passing man with unscrupulous words.

All of them explain their identities.

Qin Nuo, whose cat was in the shadows, raised his eyebrows.

Driving for a TV station, although the salary is not high, it is not low.

How short of money is it to come to this kind of place to spend money?

And you get what you pay for, what kind of service can you enjoy for tens of dollars?

Might as well buy two pieces of pork.

Hua Wenlin seemed to be a frequent visitor here, chatting and joking with a woman with dyed yellow hair, and she walked to one of the rooms arm in arm.

During the period, men came in and out from time to time, and some even looked back at the woman who was dressing in the house.

An astonishing look.

And in the deepest part of this row of rooms, a few social idlers with strong bodies and "I am a bad guy" written on their faces sat on the horses and smoked and drank.

There are a few steel rods under the feet, which are quite deterrent.

Warn the guests who come here, don't make trouble.

"It's just a bunch of hard-working people."

Qin Nuo was too lazy to go in, so he changed into a comfortable position and stood outside, waiting for Hua Wenlin to come out.

According to what happened to Mao Sanwei that day, there should be a paper doll in this guy's home.

But what rules did the paper figurines use to select targets?

Purposeful or random?

What is the intention of the mastermind behind the scenes?

All kinds of doubts arose in my heart.

"Since the inversion of the world and the reality have been connected, the number of supernatural events has increased."

Qin Nuo's thoughts changed sharply, and his intuition told him that the big wave of spiritual energy recovery was coming soon.

The woman at the alley below was still flirting.

Dim lights, highly suggestive language, and white thighs.

The men who attracted the past all paid attention.

Just when Qin Nuo was idly comparing the men who went in at the same time and who came out first, Hua Wenlin finally came to an end.

He tugged on his pants, walked towards the smoking and drinking gangsters at the entrance of the alley, and took out three hundred-yuan bills from his pocket.

Then he pointed to the yellow-haired woman who came out and said something.

One of them, Wu Ke, who was obviously the leader, nodded after counting the number.

The yellow-haired woman immediately put on a coat and walked out of the alley side by side with Hua Wenlin.

"Uh...Is this taken home for the night?"