Dear Officer Zhuang

Chapter 162
Zhuang Xun couldn't say that the situation was indeed consistent with Guan Xisheng's guess, and he did plan to bring Wen Mi and ask Guan Xisheng to have dinner with his wife in the future.

However, before that, he had to meet Wen Mi first, face to face...

"Yeah." Zhuang Xun didn't want to go into details to save Guan Xisheng from asking questions.

"You are really doing great things in silence." Guan Xisheng has not yet recovered from the shock: "You have a girlfriend quietly, and even I, a friend who spends with you every day, don't know. What the hell are you doing?" It's time to fall in love? Aren't you running around every day to solve the case?"

Zhuang Xun: "..."

"Hey, who is the other party? Do you have any photos for me to see first?" Guan Xisheng raised his eyebrows and smiled gossipingly.

"There is no photo, you will know when you see her in the future." Zhuang Xun said with a cold face.

"That's fine." Guan Xisheng chuckled: "Oh, you're finally in love. Finally, you don't have to watch me show off your affection all day long. You can also show off your affection."

Zhuang Xun: "..."

"Look at this steamed stuffed bun. It's big for nothing, with lots of meat. It's very delicious. It's made by my wife." Guan Xisheng ate the remaining steamed stuffed bun in one big gulp, and raised his hand to hold it in the other hand Two buns in a plastic bag.

"It's a pity that there are only two. I don't have enough to eat, so I can't share it with you. Next time you bring your girlfriend to my house, I will ask my wife to show you something." Guan Xisheng said incomparably embarrassingly.

Zhuang Xun glanced at him expressionlessly, and walked away, not wanting to waste time with him.

He had just walked a few steps when the phone in his hand vibrated a few times.

[Wen Mi: Have you received your breakfast, is it delicious? 】

[Wen Mi: Chinese style or Western style, which one do you think tastes better? 】

Zhuang Xun pursed his lower lip, hesitated for a moment, and decided to tell the truth.

[Zhuang Xun: Did not receive it]

[Zhuang Xun: There is no reception desk]

[Zhuang Xun: Has the rider not delivered yet? 】

When Wen Mi saw Zhuang Xun's wechat messages, she bought a cup of soy milk and four steamed buns and walked to the company.

Seeing Zhuang Xun's WeChat, she stopped in her tracks.

Zhuang Xun didn't receive the love breakfast she bought?
Wen Mi typed back to Zhuang Xun's WeChat while continuing to walk forward.

[Wen Mi: The rider said he delivered it, and even took pictures for me to see]

[Wen Mi: Did you not find it? 】

Wen Mi saved the photo sent to her by the rider and sent it to Zhuang Xun.

【Wen Mi: He put it there】

As soon as Wen Mi finished sending this message, she found that the photo she just sent was actually blank.

"It's strange, why the photo has become blank." Wen Mi muttered and sent it several times.

Every time, before she sent it, the photos were good.But once the photo is sent out in WeChat, it becomes blank.

[Wen Mi: Did you see the photo I posted?Why is the display on my side blank? I don’t know if it’s because the network is bad.]

Zhuang Xun stared at several blank pictures sent by Wen Mi one after another.

Compared to Wen Mi who was flustered in confusion, Zhuang Xun was much calmer.

One of the unexplainable anomalies between him and Wen Mi that he had recorded before was that the two of them seemed unable to send pictures to each other.

Wen Mi's feelings may not be as deep as his, so she doesn't remember.

In the beginning, it was Wen Mi who took pictures and sent him things, but the photos sent were blank, and he began to notice this strangeness.

After that, this happened several times.

This time, it was once again confirmed that they did have such an anomaly before.

Zhuang Xun suddenly thought that he didn't receive the takeaway that Wen Mi bought for him, is it also an unexplainable strangeness?

Zhuang Xun sorted out the takeaway in his mind again, and the more he thought about it, the more incredible he felt, and he couldn't explain the whole thing at all.

He suddenly had a guess and decided to confirm it.

【Zhuang Xun: I see it】

[Zhuang Xun: The rider did deliver it, right?]

Wen Mi was puzzled.

Since Zhuang Xun had seen the photos, why did he ask her this question?

【Wen Mi: Yes, the rider said he delivered it】

[Wen Mi: Isn't the one in the photo the reception desk of your bureau? 】

【Zhuang Xun: Yes, I'll look for it again】

【Warm Honey: OK】

[Zhuang Xun: The company you work for is called Zhenzhi News Agency, right]

[Wen Mi: Yes, what's wrong? 】

[Zhuang Xun: Nothing, I suddenly thought of asking]

【Wenmi: Oh】

[Wen Mi: Hurry up and find your takeaway, or someone might take it by mistake]

【Zhuang Xun: OK】

Zhuang Xun returned to his work station, clicked on the delivery software, ordered coffee at a random shop, filled in Wen Mi's work address and her mobile phone number, and placed the order.

Then, he switched back to WeChat and sent a message to Wen Mi.

[Zhuang Xun: I found the breakfast you bought, I missed it before]

[Wen Mi: That's good, I'm still worried that the takeaway will be sold out]

【Wen Mi: Hurry up and eat, or it will be cold】

[Zhuang Xun: Yes]

Zhuang Xun didn't mention at all that he ordered a cup of coffee for Wen Mi to take away.

He is testing.

If Wen Mi can receive this takeaway smoothly, it's not too late for him to tell her; if Wen Mi can't receive it...

While working, Zhuang Xun glanced at his phone absently.

About half an hour later, the rider contacted him through the delivery software.

[Rider: Your mobile phone can't get through]

[Rider: Where do you put the takeaway?Can you put it on the front desk? 】

Looking at the message from the rider, Zhuang Xun's brown eyes deepened.

The same situation as the takeaway that Wen Mi bought for him...

[XUN: Are you sure you can't get through?I bought this for my friend, the phone number is correct]

[Rider: I'm sure I can't get through, and the prompt is an empty number when I call it]

[Rider: Did you write the phone number wrong? 】

[Rider: I'll put the front desk for you, you talk to your friend, let him come down and get it by himself.There is no takeaway in this office building, I’m about to run out]

Zhuang Xun's attention was all on the word "empty number".

Empty number...

He thought that after Wen Mi dialed him by mistake for the first time, he called back and the prompt was also an empty number.

And he called back many times at that time, and the prompts were all empty numbers...

【XUN: You order delivery first】

【Rider: Thank you】

[XUN: You can put the takeaway at the front desk, but you have to make it clear to the front desk, whose takeaway is this]

[Rider: OK, no problem]

【XUN: Let me know when it’s delivered】

[Rider: OK]

While waiting for further news from the rider, Zhuang Xun was full of thoughts about empty numbers.

Why is it empty...

Not long after, the rider sent him another message.

[Rider: The front desk said there is no one named Wen Mi]

[Rider: Did you also write the address wrong? 】

Zhuang Xun was stunned, his eyes were full of dark and unclear light.

This situation is exactly the same as his.

Why it came out like this?
The takeaway that Wen Mi bought for him, the rider couldn't get through to his cell phone, and the police said he was not there.

The takeaway he bought for Wen Mi, the rider couldn't get through to Wen Mi's cell phone, and the front desk also said that there was no one named Wen Mi in the company.

(End of this chapter)