Host, You're Targeted

"Dear players, welcome to the" trace ", pure love strategy section 001 system Max will provide you with any service you need."

"The system prompts that the plane task has been activated, please confirm the identity of the player, Liang Jingyi, a student of Lvcheng Medical University in the city of tourism. The following is the identity information of the person who is going to attack you: Fu Jiyao, male, 23 years old, a probationary police officer of Qingmu police station, Dongcheng Branch, Lvcheng. Family members include parents and sisters

"The player's identity information has been determined, I hope players strictly abide by the bottom line of the strategy, I wish players good luck."

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in spring, the city is shrouded in continuous thunderstorms, and the gray sky engulfs all colors.

At 6:30 p.m., it was completely dark, and at the end of the rush hour, the day was coming to an end.

"Hula --"

the number of the Qingmu police station was washed by the downpour, and the dust hiding in the dark corner was pulled out by the rain and thrown on the ground and washed away.

The glass door of the reception hall was open to one side, and the rain outside suddenly became heavy.

"Wow, the rain is too heavy, isn't it?"

Fu Jiyao sits in the duty room in the lobby cubicle, sipping coffee and stitching the last piece of the window back.

The coffee in your hand is mellow and mellow, which is suitable for sitting in a leisurely coffee shop and tasting it slowly.

Suddenly, someone outside the door called his name: "Xiao Fu!"

"Ah! Here we are Fu Jiyao immediately finished his coffee and ran out of the duty room, wiping his mouth.

His name was Wang Ziyu, who was the reception policeman of Qingmu police station.

Fu Jiyao wiped his mouth from the duty room to the reception, across a layer of glass to see the people standing outside.

The visitor was wearing a black denim coat and carrying a transparent umbrella with a long handle. His eyebrows and eyes were colder than the rain outside the window.

Wang Ziyu stood up, grabbed Fu Jiyao's shoulder, and motioned to the man standing outside, "come on, this is the police officer. He said that he has been tracked recently. Take him inside to find out the situation. I will help you to call brother Cong back."

"Good."

Fu Jiyao promised to come down, spread out a palm across the glass, motioned to the side, and said to the people outside, "please come here, follow me to understand the situation and make a simple record."

The people outside nodded, put the umbrella in the place of the door, lowered his head and followed Fu Jiyao, who came out of the reception desk, into the side door.

Behind the small door is a spacious room. In the middle of the room is a large long table. The chairs on both sides of the long table are neatly stacked under the table.

Fu Jiyao pulled out a chair close to the side, motioning for someone to sit down. He walked around the corner of the table and sat on the side.

The boy sat down on the side and looked at Fu Jiyao.

The ball point pen turns around in Fu Jiyao's hand. The head of the pen touches the desk and presses the switch. The tip of the pen comes out from the end of the pen.

"What about your personal information? What's your name? How old are you? " Fu Jiyao puts the paper in his hand and looks at the boy sitting on the side.

"Liang Jingyi, 23."

"What do you do?"

"Students of Lvcheng Medical University are currently on probation in the hospital."

Fu Jiyao recorded Liang Jingyi's personal information and asked him what he was doing to report the case.

Liang Jingyi's face was as usual, and there was no change in the tone of his words. He did not seem to have come to report the case.

"I have been followed by people. Recently, red paint often appears at my door. At first, I thought it was a prank by others. Until I got home today, I found that someone had written on my door with red paint."

When he heard Liang Jingyi say this, Fu Jiyao is a little surprised.