Both She Zian and Zhao Jing saw the other's obviously normal behavior. Li Jian slowly and quietly took a step closer and asked, “Did you go to the civic sports center last night?”
"Was I... there?" Xin Junmao seemed to be wondering.
“I saw you on the stadium surveillance footage last night.” Li Jian took another step forward and stood behind Xin Junmao, “What are you doing there?”
"What are you doing..." Xin Junmao's brain seemed to be working very slowly, and he said slowly and hesitantly, "It seems he went there..." .
``Did you go to the concert?'' Li Zian looked and saw only a pale face and Hagar.
Xin Junmao slowly widened his eyes and looked at Xie Jian. Then his neck twisted stiffly and he opened and closed his mouth haphazardly. "It seems...that's what happened."
“What did you hear?” Li Zhen asked.
"I don't remember." Xin Junmao twitched the corners of his mouth, a strange smile appeared on his tired face, and his eyes were empty, as if talking about the "concert" reminded him of other wonderful things. He shone with a strange expression.
Facing such a broken look, Sha Zi'an felt that the pores all over her body were itchy.
When She Zian asked, Zhao Jing also observed Xin Junmao's room and suddenly noticed something inconsistent in the room, it was a pin on Xin Junmao's desk.
There is only one type of b in the boy's room, which would be meaningless if that b is used by a woman, but Xin Junmao's room has two of the same type. A b, and the most feminine b, but people can't help but feel strange because under normal circumstances there is no need to use two bs of the same type.
Moreover, the material and shape of the b were so high-quality that it was exquisite. This was not something that ordinary families like Xin Junmao had. Mr. Xin Junmao, who was still unemployed, was even less likely to purchase such products.
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