Chapter 542

About the name "jiayeqinmei".

It's the only information of Yilin team.

Many people sneaked into the foreign house at that time.

But it happened that Xu Jingjing got the diary.

Maybe it's destiny.

With the help of the two mother spirits, the search process was very smooth.

The two mother spirits are also rare to appear. They are very positive in front of Yilin and dare not have any complaints.

After becoming the mother spirit, the spiritual life of Nie Hongxiu and Bai Xiaoyi seemed to be solidified, and there was no trace of the passage of time.

Nie Hongxiu is still so polite and charming. Bai Xiaoyi is still so shy and naive.

Maybe it was because of the upgrade of spirit attached weapons. In broad daylight, the spirit bodies of the two mother spirits seemed more solid, which made Yilin feel quite regretful... The almost transparent spirit bodies were more hidden.

Besides Sheng chunrou's room.

The layout is very simple. Both the decoration style and the home are full of the smell of small and fresh white-collar women. The only regret is that the version of AI housekeeper lags behind.

however.

Irene knows why.

For the apostles, too intelligent AI has many disadvantages.

At least, it's very inconvenient to do anything in the house.

In case of invasion, there is a risk of privacy exposure.

Not worth it.

Yilin quickly switches the vision of Bai Xiaoyi and Nie Hongxiu, and uses the reading power to perceive the search and exploration.

Soon.

Nie Hongxiu floated into Sheng chunrou's bedroom.

The little fat man had already gone straight here without hesitation. At the moment, he was opening Sheng chunrou's wardrobe and hesitating at the pile of colorful, hollowed out, framed and gilt edged clothes inside.

Too, too much!

Today's clothes, how can they be spicy and save cloth?

Wear it, you can't cover it!

He looked at his right hand with pain and turned it over and over. Finally, he sighed heavily and pulled the wardrobe door.

"Alas, it's not the right time, it's the wrong time!"

"What the hell is a bad time? Is this idiom used like this?"

Yilin stands behind the little fat man.

"Sleeping trough? When did you come? Are you a ghost? Don't you walk quietly?"

As soon as Li Er Pang closed Sheng chunrou's private closet, he heard Yi Lin's voice behind him.

The little fat man was so frightened that the chrysanthemums tightened into a point and broke out in a cold sweat.

Fortunately, he has a bottom line.

If you do something unusual and are discovered by this boy, isn't it a social death on the spot?

Yilin ignored the little fat man's complaints and asked, "did you find anything?"

Li Er Pang wiped the cold sweat on his forehead, and his expression was calm and calm. It is said that the eyes are the windows of the soul. I have closed all the windows. Who can see through the panic in my heart?

No.

"Although it's not a 'turn based battle' when destroying buildings, it can also be regarded as an alternative 'combat state' when bleeding strips appear at the moment of causing damage."

"As long as I'm in a combat state, I can release 'combat' skills... 'disaster ridden'."

"Moreover, the coverage range of the turn system aperture is limited. I am too far away from the Sao Bao to enter the turn system battle."

therefore.

The little fat man threw his mouth and spread out his palm: "it's nothing special. Generally speaking, if this woman wants to completely pretend the identity of ordinary people, it's difficult to find anything at home. After all, isn't there still storage space? Unless she deliberately stays."

Yilin looked at the exquisite and small computer on the desktop and pointed out: "did you check the computer?"

Li Er Pang suddenly felt guilty. He patronized the rummage. But he immediately straightened his chest, narrowed his eyes and said with a smile, "I feel that the only possible clue should be there. So I'm going to wait for you to come and have a look. Hey, hey, hey. It's not very timely."

Erin nodded.

According to his inference, Sheng chunrou's house has been overtaken by others.

But after being patronized, he can still leave such a computer... In fact, Yilin doesn't think he can find something from the computer.

While Yilin was thinking, the little fat man had opened Sheng chunrou's computer with curiosity.

"Eh? There's no password? It's unscientific."

Power on.

The computer runs very fast.

It enters the main interface at once.

The speed directly skipped the verification interface, which made Li Er Pang a little stunned.

No one noticed the existence of Yilin.

The speed directly skipped the verification interface, which made Li Er Pang a little stunned.

Li Er Pang skillfully and quickly looked up various documents in Sheng chunrou's personal computer.

See if you can find anything.

Li Er Pang's breath stagnated, and he couldn't help taking a breath.

Little fat man didn't think of it.

I actually found something.

And it's a big discovery.

"Ah, this discovery is really white. Ah, no, it's so big."

"Tut Tut, how long and thin -"

"Oh, drink! Perfect!"

"Wow! Unexpectedly, this little girl's skin is really good!" When Li Er Pang thought of the one in his family, he immediately felt sad and murmured to himself: "careless! Careless! This is a woman, this is a real woman!"

Unexpectedly, there is a complete set of Sheng chunrou's photo album on the desktop.

The little fat man stared at the window, didn't hear anything out of the window, and only looked at the photos of sages... For fear of missing anything wonderful.

"Wait!"

Yilin suddenly made a noise and scared the little fat man out of his wits again.

"Your uncle! Can you stop being so scary in the future? Can you breathe again?"

Li Er Pang almost broke the cover of the computer.

Reflexively trying to destroy the evidence.

Yilin frowned.

He pointed to the screen: "last one."

"Last one?"

Li Er Pang Leng took several seconds to react. Yilin pointed to the photo album that had just been minimized by him, so he opened it.

"Is this one OK? It's not as good as the one in front. It doesn't show much. Why do you like this introverted and low-key one?"

"What the hell are you talking about?" Yilin was speechless. He pointed to the upper right corner of the picture: "look here carefully."

Li Er Pang narrowed his eyes.

The place that Yilin refers to is beyond the snow-white of Sheng chunrou's photo, which happens to be the blind spot of his vision.

Which character is good in the background picture?

"ID: 1564? What's this? Are there more than 1000 pictures?"

Li Er Pang looked puzzled and drew several pictures up and down before and after, but he didn't find this string of signs in the blind spot area of the picture.

Yilin held his chin and looked dignified: "don't you find that these numbers look familiar?"

"Look familiar?"

Li Er Pang opened his eyes and tried to see clearly. Yi Lin's tone didn't seem to be joking or appreciating Sheng chunrou's greatness and whiteness.

"Sleeping trough?"

Ten seconds later.

Li Er Pang slapped his thigh and trembled with fat: "it's the Apostle ID!"

Yilin's eyes coagulated and stared at Sheng chunrou's picture on the picture. His mood changed. Ideas quickly surged in Yilin's brain: "why is it that only this picture is marked with the Apostle ID? Or something else?"

"Obviously, Sheng chunrou expected that one day, she deliberately... Left a clue."

"This is a code that only peers can understand."

"No wonder someone didn't take the computer away or destroy it after patronizing."

"Because this photo is directly placed on the most obvious desktop, the more secret content in the hard disk is estimated to have been thoroughly checked. It's nothing special."

"In other words, this photo marked with ID is the only clue left by Sheng chunrou."

"But what can you see in the picture?"

Erin stared at the picture.

Want to find any subtle clues from the photos.

After Li Er Pang knew that he had found something, he dared not look at Sheng chunrou's white and big again. It was rare to be serious. He narrowed his eyes and scanned Sheng chunrou's photos back and forth.

Neither of them spoke.

Very silent.

I don't know how long I watched it.

Li Er Pang felt his eyes were staring sour, and excrement was squeezed out of the corners of his eyes.

He couldn't help complaining, "don't you see anything special in the picture? Did you find anything?"

"... neither did I."

Yilin tells the truth.

But I don't know why, this feeling of being at the same starting line with the little fat man's IQ makes Yilin very unhappy.

"Wait."

Yilin frowned and bowed his head and thought, "it shouldn't be. You can't see that it's normal, but I can't see anything special like you, which is a little strange."

Li Er Pang was angry: "what do you mean?"

Yilin ignored the little fat man and continued to talk to himself: "obviously, Sheng chunrou marked the code of the suspected 'Apostle ID' on the picture, not to hide anything, but to let 'US' find something."

Li Er Pang was stunned when he heard the speech, and his angry expression stiffened on his face: "Er? Then?"

Yilin smiled: "I mean, since Sheng chunrou wants us to find something, we shouldn't hide the clue to the point where even a spiritual apostle like me can't see it. Since there is no abnormality in the picture, it shows that what Sheng chunrou wants to tell us is not in the picture itself."

Li Er Pang, it makes sense!

Lao Tzu as like as two peas in the wardrobe, there is a style that looks exactly the same.

"Did you touch it?"

"Well, I didn't have time."

"OK?"

"Sleeping trough! Do you think I am such a person!"

"That's right." Yilin nodded: "you have a wife."

“……”

Li Er Pang was instantly hit by 100000 tons, his lips moved, his expression was pale and painful, covered his chest, and couldn't say a complete word for a long time.

As he spoke.

Yilin has quickly swept through the wardrobe with perception.

Found the dress from the wardrobe.

Li Er Pang wanted to say: let me come!

But the critical damage continued, and the bright light cast a mottled shadow on the little fat man's uneven face. Very much like his inner depiction at the moment.

"It's not a prop."

Yilin studied it over and over.

The little fat man bowed his head and often remembered that day and the whole hour of suffering, which filled Li Er Pang's heart with tears.

I'm so miserable.

While feeling dejected, Li Er Pang brushed Sheng chunrou's photo album to comfort the injured little heart.

Yilin has finished checking in front of the wardrobe, and there is nothing special.

"Eh? There's something wrong with the size of this picture? Is it hot? Is it high-definition? Isn't it?"

In front of the computer.

The little fat man suddenly said with a sigh of wonder.

"What do you mean?"

Yilin's voice sounded strangely from behind Li Er Pang again.

Li Erpang had been unable to make complaints about AI Lin's ghosts and ghosts, but he was frightened for a while and then recovered. He pointed to the picture marked with "ID: 1564", which is not very big and not very white, and said, "according to the picture pixels, the higher the pixel, the larger the file. But this picture... How high is the HD to have 8.2g content? Is it inlaid with Phnom Penh?"

"Oh, I see!"

Yilin suddenly realized: "this is not a picture at all."

"Ah? Wait, you mean... Sleeping trough? It's really possible!"

Li Er Pang narrowed his eyes after being reminded by Yi Lin, and then quickly and skillfully changed the suffix for the format of the picture.

“mp6？Exe？Mkv？Avi？”

Finally.

The skilful little fat man succeeded.

but.

For a moment, all kinds of complex emotions came to my mind.

But these emotions are not intense enough to make [resentment] produce the next stage of change.

"Oh, Ling Yiyi?"

Yilin sneered and pressed the trigger.