Era space: flirting with tens of billions of materials

Who is the murderer of Yang Jiawen?

Everyone wants to know this question, but no one knows it.

Nishi once suspected that this was directed and acted by Lin Nianhe, but thinking about the tragic situation where her life was hanging by a thread at the police station, she felt that it shouldn't be her.

She thought about it in the hotel for half an hour, and finally realized that she had gone astray - she was neither a police officer nor Yang Jiawen's mother, so what did she want to do?

She should think about how to recruit workers.

It was impossible to recruit workers from Paris.

First, the labor force in Xiangjiang is much cheaper than in Paris, and she has already spent most of her budget on building relationships and securing office buildings. Subsequent construction will also cost a lot of money, and she can no longer bear such additional expenses;

Secondly, this is not a job that only one or two people can do. Thousands of workers are entering the country. Needless to say, the procedures are very troublesome. What if the Yang family plays dirty tricks with her and hinders the construction again after they come here?

Although the Yang family's move was bad, it really stuck in Nishi's lifeline.

What's more, there is a Shen family boy working as a money-spreader in the dark!

Who knows what they will do next?

Nishi drank three cups of coffee in a row, but she didn't think of a way to break the situation.

She was so annoyed that she threw all the cups, bags, and telephones on the table to the ground as if to vent her anger.

The carpet was soft and the cup was not broken.

But the contents of the bag fell out.

One of the photos fluttered and fell in the middle of the carpet.

In the photo, Lin Nianhe is shaking hands with Shen Yu.

Nishi looked at the photo and was stunned for a moment, with the corners of her mouth raised.

……

In the suite next to Ni Shi, Shen Hongzun looked at Lin Nianhe in fear, unable to wipe off the sweat on his palms.

"Ah He, no, grandma, aren't you going to hide it? You... are almost hiding in front of her eyes."

Lin Nianhe yawned: "It's dark under the lamp, do you understand? Your family's goal is too big, you don't know how many people are staring at it. I just changed my hairstyle, not my face. Sooner or later I will be recognized... …It’s nice here, I’ll live here forever.”

Shen Hongzun glanced at the bread and milk they had just bought when they arrived: "Then you will eat these things?"

"Well, as long as you don't starve to death." Lin Nianhe said, pushing him out, "Don't come to me if you have nothing to do. If you come to me if you have something to do, you... just bring an actress."

Shen Hongzun: "...?"

It’s not only him who is at risk, but also his reputation!

Before Shen Hongzun had time to voice his objections, both feet were forced out the door.

There was a soft sound and the door closed behind him.

Shen Hongzun had a lot of questions, but when he glanced at the door next door, he didn't dare to say anything, kept his mouth tightly shut, and left pretending to be normal.

In the room, Lin Nianhe locked the door, closed the curtains on each window, and then took out two sofas from the space to block the door.

After doing this, she went to the study room in the suite and set up a three-meter-long table and a small LAN device that she had made using a router, eight network cables, and eight computers while she was sleeping yesterday afternoon.

Connect the last network cable, turn on the computer, and then set up...

After working for less than half an hour, eight pictures finally appeared on the eight computer screens.

In one of the shots, there happened to be Nishi and her secretary.

Lin Nianhe finally took out the most comfortable sofa and a bottle of iced Coke from the space, and murmured softly while watching and drinking:

"Technology changes destiny. This wave is a dimensionality reduction attack... It's just a bit immoral... But what does it have to do with me? My morality can't be separated from home. It really doesn't want to come to Xiangjiang with me... I'm so It’s impossible for me to force a kind person..."

She installed the pinhole camera in Nishi's room in the morning while Nishi was out.

To this she could only say - the young master of the Shen family is really easy to brush his face. Except for the women's toilet and the women's bathroom, there is no door that he cannot enter.

Lin Nianhe took the earphones and turned on the microphone of camera No. 1. While listening to the conversation between the two people next door, he took out a spicy duck neck and commented on it while eating.

‘I use boxes to spread money, but you say you can’t find workers? Is it possible that I still need to recruit construction workers from Paris? ’

Xiao Lin was stunned: "What kind of brains do you have, you can't recruit workers from Asan Kingdom? They are cheaper."

‘Are they out of their minds? Why target me? ’

Xiao Lin was confused: "Am I fighting a human with a normal IQ? Why would she ask such an obvious thing?"

‘Are they...are they crazy? Should I kill Yang Jiawen? I don't even know who he is! ’

"Hmm...huh?" Lin Nianhe sat up straight in astonishment, staring at the equally incredulous Nishi on the screen in disbelief.

This is a surveillance picture captured by a pinhole camera. Nishi has no reason to lie, and her expression doesn't seem to be fake.

Lin Nianhe looked at her overly sincere expression of grievance, and the duck neck in his hand no longer smelled good.

If not her, then who?

Lin Nianhe herself was in a daze for a moment, wondering if she had sleepwalked and killed Yang Jiawen.

This... is impossible, it was daytime, she, she didn't sleep.

In the fifth minute of monitoring, Xiao Lin discovered sadly that not only did she not solve the problem, but she also created a bigger doubt for herself.

"A sin."

Xiao Lin leaned back and lay on the sofa with a look of despair.

After half a minute, she decided to leave the professional matters to professionals.

When she just picked up the phone receiver and was about to make a call for foreign aid, Nishi on the screen suddenly went crazy.

Lin Nianhe was slightly startled. After seeing the change in Nishi's expression, she immediately controlled Monitor No. 1, zoomed in, and then zoomed in again——

"Secretly filming me?"

"It's so immoral."

Xiao Lin strongly condemns the immoral behavior of others.

……

They are not the only immoral people.

Yang Jiahao put a few photos on the coffee table, leaned forward slightly, looked up at Yang Laosan respectfully and said: "Abba, these are the photos taken by the people below today. This person is the one in the photo. , he is Nishi Abel’s secretary and once went to the Canton Fair with her.”

Yang Laosan looked through the photos and picked out a few of them, with a sneer on his lips: "Lin Nianhe is right about one thing - these are not the same ancestors, and they really can't get together."

The photos he took out were all of Nishiki and foreigners.

All of those people hold important positions, and when combined together, it is not difficult to explain why Nishi was able to complete all the procedures in such a short period of time.

Yang Jiahao still looked up to his father and whispered: "No wonder the police station can't find the murderer... It seems that it's not that he can't find it, but that he refuses to find it."

Yang Laosan was silent and didn't speak for a long time.

After a long time, he put down the photo, raised his hand to hold Yang Jiahao's shoulders, stared into his eyes, and said every word seriously: "Ah Hao, your brother can't die in an unknown way."

Yang Jiahao did not avoid his father's gaze and nodded seriously: "I understand."

"No, you don't understand."

"On the surface, anyone can do it."

Yang Laosan pinched the back of his eldest son's neck, his eyes blazing with anger: "What I want is the real murderer! The real murderer!"

"Don't use this kind of interest relationship to deal with me!"

Yang Laosan stared at Yang Jiahao, the corners of his mouth suddenly raised, and he showed a creepy smile: "Ah Hao, if you can't find the murderer, I might as well follow the old man of the Shen family and donate all the family property."

Yang Jiahao unconsciously speeded up his blinking.

Yang Laosan asked: "Now, do you understand?"

Yang Jiahao's throat moved slightly and he nodded: "I understand."

"That's good."

Yang Laosan breathed a sigh of relief, let go of his son, and helped him smooth out his wrinkled shirt with a smile.

A LAN can be built in a non-network environment, but it is limited to transferring data files between devices in the LAN, and it is impossible to obtain information from the Internet.