The husband who agreed to marry suddenly became a clingy

The singer was a little anxious: "How did you find out? This is someone who appeared out of nowhere. There was no such person at the banquet, and he has nothing on him!"

Doorman: "Follow the process, let's search everyone's room and then have a round table discussion."

"There are eight of us here, in groups of two, and each group investigates two rooms, is that ok?"

"no problem."

Form a team by yourself, Jiang Yu Meng Anyu is in a group, Li Jinxu's students are in a group, Qiao Yiren Qingyi is in a group, singer guards are in a group, Jiang Yu's group checks the room of Li Jinxu's group, and the same goes for the latter two groups.

The camera followed them, and Chen Xingsa stared at the screen. On it were the cameras of nine rooms including the hall. The camera in the hall could directly see the corridor.

She asked Xu Qinggui: "Did you just see how that puppet got there?"

"No."

Someone next to him explained: "The staff let it go after turning off the lights."

"I thought it was the murderer who went to the scene to restore it."

Chen Xingsa followed Jiang Yumeng Anyu with his eyes. They had just entered Li Jinxu's room.

Li Jinxu's room is very identity-conscious, and it really looks like he "loves work and is a handsome man". There are pictures of abs and faces of various men on the wall, and there are piles of workbooks on the desktop.

Meng Anyu was blinded by the dazzling beauty in front of him, "You don't have to be so hungry, sister."

Jiang Yu held her head and pressed down: "Keep your eyes closed, don't look at what you shouldn't."

She muttered unconvinced: "I don't care how to collect evidence."

"I'll give you the table and bed, search carefully."

Meng Anyu didn't have any objections this time, everything on the desktop was normal except for a small drawer with a combination lock, and her intuition told her that there must be something wrong.

"We have to find the code here."

The two searched for a long time, but found nothing, and finally found a small note in a pile of documents, which read "Three little rabbits are strung together from top to bottom."

Meng Anyu didn't understand: "The password is three? But this password is four numbers."

She tried four and three, no.

Having no idea, she suggested: "Why don't you ask them to take a look?"

The director's voice suddenly came: "You must solve it yourself, and no one else can help you."

Jiang Yu took it and glanced at it, then threw it away casually: "What the hell."

Meng Anyu also felt that it was nonsensical, and tried to look for other notes in the document, but only this was the only answer, which proved that the answer was only here.

Jiang Yu was still looking at those paintings.

Meng Anyu sat on the bed: "Think about the password."

He tore off a photo and threw it to her: "Is this the student?"

"It seems like hey, why is his photo here? Eldest sister likes him?"

"Maybe."

He tore off another one: "Do you see who this is?"

"Isn't this just a hand? How do I know who it is... Wait." She looked at the white finger with a familiar ring hanging on it: "Is this you?"

"uh-huh."

Meng Anyu tutted: "She still likes you?"

He reached out and pinched her chin, and bent his lips: "Pay attention to your tone, Second Miss, don't forget that you like me, you know?"

She rolled her eyes and said angrily, "How dare she hide your photo!"

Jiang Yu let go with satisfaction: "Keep it up, don't ask me to remind you next time."

After a while, Jiang Yu took off another photo, only showing a pair of eyes, no accident, it should be the singer.

Meng Anyu squeezed the note and almost crushed it: "What the hell is it?"

Unable to figure it out, he pushed it directly, and Jiang Yu went out: "Let's go to the student's room first."

"Ok."

There were no messy combination locks there, and some things were found.

Meng Anyu has been thinking about what the password is: "Director, can you give me a hint?"

"The answer is in this sentence, read it carefully."

"...You don't need to tell me I know."

Chen Xingsa asked Xu Qinggui: "What's the answer?"

"Number locks should be related to numbers. In addition to opening three, there are hidden data in this sentence."

"What hidden data?" Chen Xingsa suddenly said: "Legs?!"

"Yes."

Jiang Yu was finally ready to think about it. He took the note, fixed his eyes for a few seconds, and realized: "Three rabbits have twelve feet and six ears. Isn't that just four numbers?"

Meng Anyu reacted abruptly: "That's right! Why didn't I think of that!"

"Stupid."

Meng Anyu ignored him: "Then the answer is 3126?"

She hurriedly tried it, "It's not right, it's still not right."

She looked at the note again, squinted her eyes and thought about it, and repeated this sentence, and suddenly said: "I know! If you string it from top to bottom, you should start counting from the top. Ears, head, and feet should be 6312!"

Meng Anyu turned the number again and said pleasantly, "It's open!"

Jiang Yu ticked her head like a reward: "It's not too stupid."

She waved his hand away and took out the contents.

A group of photos of Li Jinxu and Qiao Yi, they look very affectionate.

A stack of wish lists, which recorded the wishes of eight people, but no one signed them, and the wishes of three people were erased.

The two looked at each other, and Meng Anyu said, "Let's go out first."

"Ah."

Everyone else encountered more or less difficulties, including advanced math problems, intellectual problems, and brain teasers, but overall it went smoothly.

It was Meng Anyu and Jiang Yu who had just left the room when they heard the singer's horrifying shouts.

They paused and turned in at the same time.

The voice came from Ren Qingyi's room.

Her room is very pink, and there are dolls all over the floor. They all wear beautiful clothes and have soft hair. They look exquisite, but they look weird.

There is a wig at the singer's feet, the silky hair is very beautiful, and a box of translucent white nail caps is on the table.

Meng Anyu: "..."

The guard read Ren Qingyi's diary: "I made another doll today. This time the hair is not very easy to use. It feels rough to the touch. I don't like it. I like the big sister's hair. It is black and shiny. Give it to me. The doll must be beautiful to sew on."

"It's still not possible to pull the nails of living people in the future. Their painful appearance is really ugly. It's better to die, and they won't scream."

"I really like big sister, she is so beautiful, I want to hug her to sleep, but she doesn't like me, if only she were my doll."

"It's also her younger sister. Why can that bitch win the love of the big sister? I'm the youngest, and I should be paid attention to! Why..."

The following words and sentences gradually became chaotic, as if they were written in a very bad mental state.

The singer had a bitter face: "What kind of psychopath is this? If I had known, I wouldn't have searched her room."

Meng Anyu pointed to the hair on the ground: "This is?"

He was about to cry, "There's a label on it, the dead man's hair."

"..." She suddenly felt a chill behind her back: "It's so perverted."