secret chat room

It was past eleven o'clock in the morning, and the number of people handling business in the bank gradually increased.

A teller was taking the trouble to explain to an elderly man how to fill out a remittance form. The old lady was holding a square object wrapped in paper towels layer by layer, still looking confused...

...

The young people queuing up behind had impatient expressions on their faces, as if they were about to explode at the next moment.

A tall man in a suit and leather shoes walked out of the reception room on the side and squeezed through the people queuing in the lobby to reach the door.

When Zhuang Xie came out of the bank, he was unable to resolve the doubts in his heart. Instead, he felt that things had become more complicated and confusing.

He just told the bank straight to the point that he suspected there was an abnormality in the flow of funds in the bank's account, and the amount involved may be in the millions.

The bank did not dare to neglect and invited him to the reception room. After some verification, the bank manager walked in with a strange look on his face and the teller who had just received Zhuang Xie, indicating that there was nothing unusual at all.

Zhuang Xie pointed to the astonishing figure of 2 million that suddenly appeared on the passbook, "There is nothing abnormal about this data of transferred funds?"

"Sir, yes, there is nothing unusual."

"Can you reveal the transferred account to me?"

"Sorry sir, the account has not been transferred."

"There was no transfer into the account. The money came out of thin air. Isn't it abnormal?"

"Yes sir, nothing unusual!!"

The bank manager was vaguely impatient at being teased, but he still maintained the most basic courtesy. The teller beside him also behaved as if such a thing was normal.

It was as if a transfer transaction fell from the sky, with no transferee, only the receiver, as ordinary as the sun rising from the east.

Zhuang Xie took a deep look at the bank manager.

"Okay, I'm really sorry to trouble you. I must have made a mistake."

"It's okay, it's our duty to solve problems for customers!"

It's so weird. Now that Zhuang Xie has eliminated the possibility that someone else made a transfer error or that the bank data was wrong, the last remaining possibility is the fact.

The game rewards of that weird chat group are indeed real, and they can even distort and affect the cognitive abilities of other people in reality.

After walking out of the bank, he looked up at the dazzling sun. Zhuang Xie reached out and pushed up his flat glasses that had slid down the bridge of his nose. After checking the direction, he walked toward the subway station on the right.

The subway station is close to the old pedestrian street, and the shops and facilities around it all look a bit old. As Zhuang Xie was thinking about something, he accidentally bumped into a cursing man walking out of a nearby lottery station, dressed in second-rate clothes.

"You don't have eyes!"

The man is obviously used to it.

Zhuang Xie slowly raised his eyes to look at the person coming, took off his plain glasses, his eyes were full of indifference as he regarded everything as nothing.

"I'm sorry." Zhuang Xie said warmly.

"You! Remember to have eyes next time you walk!"

The second-rate son originally wanted to find trouble, but looking at Zhuang Xie's indifferent eyes, he felt a little cold in his heart for some reason. After a slight hesitation, he put down his harsh words and left with a curse.

Zhuang Xie looked down at the part of his clothes that had just touched the man, frowned and flicked it twice.

He had been squeezing through the subway in this place for a long time.

As for why I don’t drive now, it’s naturally because I mortgaged my car early due to lack of funds.

Even though he went to the bank, he still had no solution to his doubts. However, a huge sum of money arrived in his account, which could solve his urgent needs, and it was confirmed that there was no risk of breaking the law, so Zhuang Xie simply ignored it for the time being.

After being delayed for so long today, I have to go to the studio to have a look.

...

Whether the leader of a startup company can give employees confidence and courage is often the key to whether a startup company can survive the most difficult period of time.

For example, Papa Ma, who became the father of many people after becoming famous, is a leader in this regard.

Obviously, Zhuang Xie's performance in this aspect is also good.

But Zhuang Xie has no intention of announcing it to the public until he eliminates his inner doubts about the life-saving funds.

Because even though the studio colleagues all know that the studio is short of funds, they still believe that Zhuang Xie can solve it, and their military morale is relatively stable.

After get off work, Zhuang Xie invited all his colleagues in the studio to have a dinner together to bond. During this period, he received a text message from Cheng Najing. He replied casually and didn't pay attention to it anymore.

After drinking and eating, he was about to go home when he suddenly received a phone call while passing through the busy city.

"Hey! Is this Mr. Zhuang Xie?"

"Yes."

"That's right, we are here at the Lianyundong Police Station in Pulang District. Do you know Miss Cheng Najing?"

"know."

"It's like this. Miss Cheng Najing had a traffic accident in our Lianyundong area around 19:40. The driver escaped and Miss Cheng Najing died on the way to the hospital. When we retrieved the surveillance video, we discovered

There are some anomalies among them. Among the belongings of Miss Cheng Najing, we found that the last person she communicated with was Mr. Zhuang Xie, so I hope you..."

Buzz!

Zhuang Xie's mouth opened slightly, and a layer of goosebumps instantly spread all over his body. The noisy cries and smoke of people coming and going all around him seemed to be completely separated from him by an invisible film in an instant.

It felt like my thoughts were being pulled away very quickly, and everything around me became a little unreal.

"Hey! Hey! Mr. Zhuang Xie, are you listening?"

There was an urging sound in his ears that seemed to come from far away, bringing him back to reality.

"Well, I'm listening. Sorry, could you say the next thing again? It's a bit noisy here."

Zhuang Xie's voice still seemed steady and strong.

"I mean, I hope Mr. Zhuang Xie will come to our bureau to take a statement. Of course, it's not a mandatory requirement, but..."

"Okay! I'll go!" Zhuang Xie interrupted the other person.

"Oh...oh...ok! Thank you for your cooperation!"

After hanging up the phone, Zhuang Xie looked at his phone and opened the chat history with Cheng Najing. He rubbed his thumb over the words "no time" in his reply and stared at it for a long time.

When he took a taxi and arrived at Lianyundong Police Station, the first thing he saw was Cheng Najing's parents.

Cheng's mother fell softly beside Cheng's father who looked sad, sitting there like a corpse that had lost its soul, but tears kept flowing down.

Cheng's father's originally elegant hairstyle now looked messy. With red eyes, he looked up at Zhuang Xie and nodded, "Xiao Xie is here."

Zhuang Xie and Cheng Najing were childhood sweethearts, and the two families had a close relationship. When Zhuang Xie was a child, they even treated this sensible child as half of their own son, and were naturally very familiar with each other.

Mother Cheng's eyes were staring blankly in front of her, as if her soul had been awakened, and she slowly raised her eyes to look at the person coming.

There was deathly silence in his eyes.

Zhuang Xie paused for a moment, his body moved a step faster than his mind, he stepped forward and gently hugged this mother who seemed to be half dead.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu" Cheng's mother was held in Zhuang Xie's arms, as if her emotional switch was turned on, and she whispered like a wail, "Xiao Xie, Xiao Xie! Na Jing, she...

.... Najeong, she..."

Zhuang Xie patted Mother Cheng's back gently, "I know, I know..."

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

Cheng's father, who had been holding back his sadness and his eyes were red, finally couldn't help but squat down, covered his face with his hands and rubbed them up and down, letting out a desperate cry like a dying animal...

After the Cheng family's parents calmed down a little, Zhuang Xie slowly walked into the interrogation room.

"Don't be nervous, it's just a process."

"Name?"

"Zhuang Xie."

"age?"

"25 years old."

...

"What's the relationship with the deceased?"

"I..." Zhuang Xie, who had been answering all questions smoothly since entering, got stuck for the first time, "I am her brother."

"Hmm? Mr. Zhuang Xie, your surname is Zhuang, and the deceased's surname is Cheng. You..."

The partner next to the young policeman who was taking the confession gave him a secret poke with his elbow. The young policeman turned around and saw the other man mouthing exaggeratedly, "You are interrogating the prisoner!"

Finally, he pursed his lips and motioned the young policeman to look at Zhuang Xie's frighteningly empty eyes after taking off his flat glasses.

"Feel sorry..."

"Childhood sweethearts."

"What? Oh, I understand."

The young policeman wrote the word "friend" in the relationship column.

...

As mentioned at the beginning, inviting Zhuang Xie to come was more of a process. After asking about the time of the last meeting, the content of the last communication, and confirming that there was nothing unusual, Zhuang Xie walked out of the police station.

Cheng's father was afraid that Cheng's mother would be saddened by the scene, and would be extremely sad and hurt her body, so he had already taken his wife home early.

...

On his way home, Zhuang Xie passed by a convenience store and walked in.

He doesn't smoke on weekdays, but he drinks, and the feeling of being tipsy when he drinks can release a little bit of his rock-hard emotions.

It’s just that I seem to have bought a bit too much today.

After returning home, Zhuang Xie turned on the light and looked up at the neat and clean room, which Cheng Najing helped him tidy up this morning.

Putting down his beer, Zhuang Xie walked into the kitchen, looked at the unwashed lunch box in the sink, stared at it for a long time, and suddenly spoke.

"Why haven't you washed the dishes yet?"

It's like saying it to yourself, but also like you're saying it to someone.

Rolling up his sleeves, he washed the lunch box cleanly and put it aside to dry.

Zhuang Xie wiped his hands and took a can of beer, opened the ring with a click, raised his head and took a sip.

He looked back at the plastic lunch box hanging by the sink.

He murmured again and again, "I haven't washed the dishes yet."