I have special communication skills

Chapter 236 Who Is The Stalker

A few days later, Randall called her and said that the clues from the dolls in the warehouse had been cut off, and there was still no news about the missing girls, so he came to ask Yang Mianmian if she was feeling well recently. If anything goes wrong, he can come and help at any time.

"Hehe." For such a friend who is so sincere that she can't speak, Yang Mianmian deeply feels the superiority of her EQ. People rely on comparison to gain self-confidence. Compared with Jing Chu, she is scumbag, but with Randall Bi, she is simply too considerate, "Don't bother you, I've been doing very well recently, very well!"

Xiao Huang Ji sighed helplessly: "I will suffer for my face."

Yang Mianmian pretended not to hear, and hung up the phone neatly.Little Huang Ji asked: "Mianmian, are you really not going to tell him?"

"What are you saying, I feel like someone is following me?" Of course Yang Mianmian is not as good as she said recently. In the past few days, she has been feeling that someone is following her, but the other party's detection skills are quite high, even if she has cute things They helped, and the man was never caught.

How should I put it, it feels like she is going through customs and fighting bosses all the way. Now her level has increased, but the perverts she faces are becoming more and more powerful one by one.

"It's always good to have someone to help you." Little Huang Ji softly persuaded.

But Yang Mianmian shook his head: "I asked him to help, is it really a good thing? Investigations have never been opportunistic, not to mention that I always ran into murderers to complain, even if it is so unlucky this time, you can guarantee What I met was the pervert who made people into puppets? He is the FBI. If you want to investigate the case, you should investigate it steadily. I can’t mislead him. If I ask him to help, it’s just a misunderstanding in the end, then he is A waste of time and energy that would have allowed the real killer to get away."

She is not arrogant, nor is she unwilling to accept help from others, but just like when she was poor, she still worked honestly instead of picking up lost gambling stones to buy lottery tickets. Yang Mianmian believes that investigating cases is a very rigorous matter. , Once or twice may rely on luck, but it cannot be relied on for a lifetime.

It is better to be down-to-earth, step by step, find clues, reason, and investigate. This is the real correct way to investigate the case. Randall may just be curious and want to verify whether Yang Mianmian really has the characteristics to attract criminals, but Yang Mianmian still didn't want to mislead him.

Although she doesn't like the FBI, she still recognizes their abilities and believes that Randall will definitely find the murderer.

As for her?I really hope that the person following her is just an ordinary idiot and not a perverted murderer.

But the question is, can an ordinary stalker escape her observation several times?
The answer is of course no.

Yang Mianmian was thinking so, and heard Yang Xiaoyang leisurely say: "Do you feel it, he is nearby."

Yang Mianmian pretended to look down at the books in his hands, but from the corner of his eyes, he was scanning the people around him. Across the front row of bookshelves were two boys. Two girls were talking in a low voice.

On the left row is a tall boy, leaning on the bookshelf to concentrate on reading, and on the right is a long row of desks, full of people who came to borrow books.

In such an environment, Yang Mianmian couldn't tell who was the real stalker.

"That person must be very good at cross-dressing." Yang Mianmian sighed a little depressed. Although her ability seems to be against the sky, it actually has many flaws and is not omnipotent.

At times like this, the little friends are as blind as she is.

Since Zhou Dazhi's case, Yang Xiaoyang has seldom appeared. She only appears when she needs to mobilize her brain a lot: "I'm afraid it's not an easy opponent. Even if it's not the puppeteer, he's still a pervert."

"Do you think I really have the kind of physique that attracts perverts?" Yang Mianmian was a little depressed. Although Jing Chu said she was not, she still felt that she was too unlucky.

Yang Xiaoyang said earnestly: "I think like attracts like. You have such an obvious difference from ordinary people, then others will naturally find out and think that you and them are the same kind. Let me tell you, if you are not with Jing Chu Together, the two of us might be the biggest villain now."

"What you said makes sense, but I'm speechless!" Yang Mianmian looked back at her psychological journey and felt that it was true.

Before she was with Jing Chu, she was conceited and smart, regarded others as fools, and had no awe of the law, but now she knows that when manpower is limited, there is a sky beyond the sky, so how can she rely on her? Then a little bit of skill makes you proud.

"Right, luckily the second term of middle school is not long, otherwise Xiao Tian would be a lesson from the past!" Yang Xiaoyang felt a little worried.

Yang Mianmian decided to go back and give Jing Chu a kiss, thanking him for pulling him out of the way, but before that, he should get rid of the stalker first.

Thinking of this, she casually borrowed a few books to register, while quietly paying attention to whether someone was following her, but to her disappointment, she did not find a stalker until she walked out of the library door. Behind her was a thin girl wearing glasses as thick as a beer bottle.

"That..." Just when Yang Mianmian was about to go home, the thin girl followed up and said timidly, "Well, excuse me..."

Yang Mianmian turned her head and looked at her suspiciously: "Are you calling me?"

A blush appeared on the girl's face, but she still nodded slightly: "I want to ask, are you eager to read this book?" She pointed to a stack of books in Yang Mianmian's arms. Ben, Euclid's Elements of Geometry.

Yang Mianmian took it casually: "There's no rush."

"Then can you lend me to read it first?" She showed an embarrassed expression, but still insisted, "I need it urgently for writing a thesis, but the others have been borrowed. This is the last one."

Yang Mianmian was very straightforward: "That's fine, I'll return the book now, you can borrow it."

After the girl successfully borrowed the book, she sincerely thanked her: "I am Jenny Brown, and I will finish the book tomorrow and return it. Thank you very much for your help today."

"You're welcome."

Yang Mianmian thought it was just doing a good deed, and she forgot about Jenny when she got home, so she showed a very surprised expression when she saw Jenny again when she went to return the book three days later.

Jenny still smiled shyly: "I think you should come too, I brought the book."

"Are you waiting for me?" Yang Mianmian blinked in disbelief.

Jenny nodded, and tied a lock of hair from her sideburns behind her ears: "I'm afraid that someone else will borrow the book after I return it, so I want to wait until you come to return it, so that you can borrow it."

"..." Yang Mianmian didn't expect that there would be such a stupid and cute girl. Isn't it just a book? Be careful, don't let your guard down just because you're a soft girl."

Yang Mianmian thought for a second, yes, isn't she also a soft girl on the outside, but her lethality... is not her bragging, it's leverage.

"Thank you, but I don't need this book anymore." In the end, Yang Mianmian chose to politely and coldly distance herself from Jenny, making it clear that she didn't want to continue communicating with her.

Jenny's face turned pale with a brush, and she wanted to say something, but she just moved her lips and watched Yang Mianmian walk away.

The next day, when Yang Mianmian was picking bread in the bakery, she once again felt that someone was looking at her. Instead of turning her head, she looked at the reflection on the glass. There were not many people in the bakery, only A girl dressed in a non-mainstream way, an old man with slightly white hair at the sideburns, and a boy of eighteen or nineteen chewing gum.

Yang Mianmian first focused on the old man. After all, the old man is easier to disguise than the young man. Of course, it is also possible that this is his real body, but in any case, Yang Mianmian has never seen these three people before. Your own outstanding memory guarantee.

Just as she was thinking about how to test it out, a tall and strong man suddenly rushed in, and without a word, he took out a gun and pointed at the shopkeeper: "Put all your money on the table!"

Yang Mianmian: "..." Isn't it only convenience stores that get robbed? !Why did she buy a bakery and also encounter it!

After complaining a hundred times in his heart, Yang Mianmian went to the corner obediently, so as not to be involved in the turmoil. Anyway, this kind of robbery is usually for money. As long as the boss cooperates, the robbers take the money and leave. Customers like them can also save their lives. .

Who knew that the old man would play cards out of common sense, and quietly touched the robber's back. After a beautiful elbow and an over-the-shoulder throw, the robber fell hard, but he was not powerless to fight back. The person immediately raised his gun to fight back.

Yang Mianmian hesitated for a second, then picked up the mop in the corner and knocked him to the ground with a bang.Tsk, after learning kendo, her lethality seems to have improved to a higher level.

Of course, she and the old uncle got the robber down. The boss took the opportunity to call the police, and the police car arrived in a short while.

A smile appeared on the old man's serious face: "Thank you for your help, lady, I am Detective Wood."

"Detective?" Yang Mianmian repeated the word, "Are you a police detective?"

Wood asked: "You don't believe it?" He took out the ID from his pocket and showed it to Yang Mianmian.

Of course the certificate is real, because it is throwing a tantrum at this moment: "He is not Wood! No! Wood was killed by him! This bastard!!!"

At this moment, she suddenly remembered the pistol that blew herself up in the barren hills to save her. He was originally a policeman's gun. It came to attack, the gun decided to explode in a rage, wanting to die with him, but unfortunately the power of the explosion was too small, Wu Zhihua only suffered a little injury.

Although so much time has passed, this incident seems to have happened yesterday, and when Yang Mianmian thinks about it today, it is still very clear.

"So it's a police detective." She had a smile on her face, but a sneer in her heart.

Finally got you.

(End of this chapter)