Agent Baby I President Daddy You Demon

【336 Seeing is believing】

Zhizhi was slightly surprised, "You want to help me?"

Turning his head to look at Nangong Jue, his face was expressionless, unable to distinguish between happiness and anger.

Without saying much, he turned on the surveillance video and quickly browsed and watched. His eyes were deep and sharp, and the observation time was very short. It took less than a minute, and his complexion suddenly turned cold.

"What did you find?" Zhizhi observed her words and asked in a low voice.

"Can you recognize Nangong Mo?"

Zhizhi was a little puzzled by his question, "What do you mean?"

She knew that he must have found something, so she turned her eyes to the frame of his freeze, and was stunned for a while, but she didn't find anything wrong.

"Look here first." Nangong Jue opened the video in front of the study door, and saw Nangong Mo walking slowly to the door, staying for a moment, clenched his fists, unscrewed the door, and walked in.

"Look here again," Nangong Jue pointed to the video near the two cadres, and saw Nangong Mo walking quickly through the door, turning around to enter the door, and dodging into the room.

Zhizhi has some ideas.

Nangong Jue pointed to the displayed time, "From the cadre's villa to the main villa, it takes 5 minutes for a normal person to run, depending on the time difference."

The time when Nangong Mo walked out of the cadre's room was only three and a half minutes behind the time when he entered the study.

"Nangong Mo doesn't have a right leg. Even with a prosthetic leg, it's impossible to walk so fast. The person who went to Nangong's cadre's room was not Nangong Mo." These are clearly two people, the one who went to the study was the real Nangong Mo, he just entered Master Nangong's room and brought Master Nangong to sacrifice, and he did not intend to commit any wrongdoing, someone pretended to be Nangong Mo and planted a frame, the murderer was not Nangong Mo!"

Her tone was unspeakably excited.

Nangong Jue stared at her for a moment, grabbed her hand, put it down, with a sullen face, got up and left.

Not a word.

Zhizhi was stunned by his sudden and inexplicable movement for a moment, and did not come back to his senses until the sound of closing the door.

Uh.

He seems to be jealous.

Just when Zhizhi was hesitating whether to chase him out to comfort Mr. President's wounded heart, there was a knock on the door, "Miss Song, I've brought something."

With a sound of knowing, An Yan walked in, holding a thick stack of documents in his hand, he put the things on the table, and replied: "The master ordered to bring all the documents of MZ in my hand to Miss Song, and said It may be helpful to Ms. Song's investigation."

After receiving the information, Zhizhi glanced at it twice, "When did you order?"

"Before the headquarters meeting," An Yan took out the materials and arranged them into categories. "These materials are a bit old, and it's a little troublesome to sort them out, so I brought them a little late."

"Before the meeting?"

Knowing to repeat one sentence, it is inevitable that I am surprised...

Because he was always more considerate than himself, and knew that he was checking the monitoring, so he ordered to use these materials as a reference.

Nangong Jueyuan decided to help her early in the morning.

Zhizhi looked at the information, smiled slightly, and turned to ask An Yan, "Is it possible that the new head of Nangong is too low-key, and always likes to do things in silence."

"This is the young master," An Yan smiled, "Miss Song should know better than any of us."

She didn't answer. She picked up the document at the bottom, browsed it roughly, leaned on the back of the chair and sighed, "The document is a few years old. Nangong Jue knew that Nangong Mo had an MZ organization early in the morning."

"In City Z, how could the young master not be aware of such a rapidly rising power?" An Yan nodded, "It's just that the old man has always ordered the second young master's troops to be banned, and the young master kept it a secret and never mentioned it."

Even if you don't speak, you know it in your heart.

That's because Nangong Jue felt that he owed Nangong Mo a leg.

At that time, he didn't know what Nangong Mo's mother had done, so he could protect him. Now, even though he knew what Nangong Mo's mother had done, he still had the choice to help him get rid of Nangong Mo's charges... Nangong is by no means a saint, It is also impossible to have no emotions, no hatred, Lu Lan's death, Meng Yao's injury, and Beiming Wanrou's persecution to the whole family and even the entire family, any of which can make Nangong absolutely Nangong Mo Ignore them and kill them all.

He chose another course.

This practice, at least 80.00% is for yourself.

Zhizhi smiled silently, and suddenly thought, how could Miss Song be so lucky to find such a man.

An Yan handed over some of the papers, "Most of the branches of the MZ organization are located in several Asian countries with prominent financial status. Xiao Wang, and in many poverty-stricken areas, there are foundations in the name of MZ enterprises, which donate hundreds of millions of dollars every year to support the poor. This is the specific distribution map of the branches of MZ organizations over the years."

Zhizhi went on to check and found that Peugeot was very detailed. Just as An Yan said, in several small Asian countries, a branch of an organization can even be related to the lifeline of the country.

"This one is the result of the latest investigation after the Second Young Master disappeared." An Yan handed over another distribution map, "All branches, within a few days, all moved to the vicinity of London, England. Also, in the Rose Garden The people who have been there have been emptied, and the two people who followed the second young master seem to be in England now, I don't think this should be a coincidence."

Zhizhi tightened her fingertips, her face solemn, "There are two possibilities. One, Nangong Mo and Diderot were indeed conspiring to kill someone. Second, Nangong Mo was taken away by Diderot and is under threat."

"Which possibility does Miss Song believe in?"

"To tell the truth," Zhizhi put down the chart, with a firm look on his face, "I now feel that the two possibilities are 50.00% each, and I'm not going to make a choice lightly. I have to see it with my own eyes before making a decision."

An Yi smiled, "Miss Song's answer is exactly the same as that of the master."

Rare synchronization rate ah!

Zhizhi shrugged, "He imitated me."

An Yan shook his head and stood up, "The Lu family is being kidnapped to the beach, Miss Song, are you sure you don't want to watch?"

Zhizhi thought for a while, then shook his head, "Who does Assistant An think I should most want to see now?"

"The young master went upstairs to see the young master."

After An Yan made a reminder, he turned and left. Zhizhi stared at the thick material on the table and the surveillance video that was constantly repeated on the screen. He let out a sigh of relief, locked the data, and deleted the video.

No need to prove anything.

Whether it is to prove to others, or to convince myself, these things are useless.

Seeing is believing.

(Thank you dear 493552738 for presenting the silent gold medal, okay, next morning ^_^)