Can I call the police after being searched by human flesh? [Second person]

Chapter 3 Step 3

Customers are really getting more and more difficult, difficult as hell.

You accompany him to turn and stare at the first draft of the website page for a whole afternoon, and finally wait for the client to say, "Well, it seems a bit uninspiring.", as the end.

In fact, you seldom take the bus. You have a small yellow and blue electric donkey, and you wear a helmet and run on the avenue of hope every day.

But today you are mourning again, and you feel that you have nothing to love and you need to go around to the sugar shop in the suburbs to find love.

When you get on the long-lost No. 2 bus, you suddenly feel a little dazed.

Because you suddenly remembered the human mail of that nympho "sister paper".

So you plan to go back and ask that "sister paper" if you have found her little brother-you feel a little worried for her.

In fact, there is a bit of literary youth in your essence, which is between literary and angry youth.So you have to struggle in the contradiction between "increasing pursuit of material culture" and "backward social production".

You feel a little envious of that "sister girl" who can fall in love at first sight, even though she just passed by the right one.

You find out that it's actually quite romantic.

You get home sweaty, but you finally feel a lot lighter.

After 9 o'clock at night, everything is the same as before, and you can't help feeling that there are so many dreams that you can't ask for in the world.

But today's "human flesh task" was surprisingly easy.

You only need to search the sender's IP casually, and most of them will be solved.

Lying on the swivel chair, you wiped your hair with a towel, and suddenly remembered that "sister paper" seemed to have not written nympho emails for a long time.

You smiled, feeling as if you were suffering from masochism - you used to think she was stupid and annoying, but now you actually miss her a little bit.

You clicked a few movies indiscriminately until the early morning, and you found that your hair was almost dry and it was time to go to bed.

Then you heard a long-lost email reminder - "Ding".

Netizens looking for human flesh are rarely so timely. Most of them will send messages during the prime time at night, instead of waiting conscientiously for midnight.

In fact, most people who have the idea of ​​human flesh and others are hesitant, and those who desperately want to find the "right man" like chasing a prisoner, you have met this one from the beginning to the end.

You click on the email and can't help but laugh—it's her!

"O God, God, I am the first one this time, please don't send me a fixed reply, I found a clue!!! Thank you, God, God, he is super handsome, awesome, and nice! [Attachment attached] "

You download the pictures in the attachment.

In that one-tenth of a second before the picture loads, you swear you're really happy for her.

Because you always feel that all efforts should be rewarded, and the beginning of all love is best to have a perfect result.

Then the next second, the corners of your mouth froze there.

You see in the photo, the man whose face is blurred and framed by a red circle.

The chaotic style of that photo is exactly the same as "Sister Paper"'s previous writing without punctuation.The mobile phone for taking pictures should also be handheld, without anti-shake, and the focus should be on the armrest closest to the field of view.

But you still recognize it at a glance.

Because you found out that you and your "sister paper" struggled and struggled to find the mysterious real man on the No. 42 bus for 3 days and 2 hours-it turned out to be yourself!