Chapter 793

When the phone rings, Xiao Li picks up her mobile phone and takes a glance. She is stunned to see that her name is Hebrew. Heber... Heber doesn't call her unless it's new year's day.

EBER is just the housekeeper of a private villa under her name. What does he call to do with himself?

When the phone was about to hang up, Xiaoli answered the phone in time.

"Hebrew."

The man at the other end was obviously quiet for a moment, and then said to Xiaoli in a respectful tone, "Miss Rosen, the abandoned house next door has been bought."

Xiaoli hardly remembered what Hebrew was saying.

When she remembered what the so-called house next door was, her expression changed slightly, "who bought it?" Xiaoli's tone became serious. That house has become a real villain. Who should buy it.

He said, "a gentleman named Zhuang."

Xiaoli's heart beats a little fast.

Zhuang?

Is it him?

Hebrew did not hear Xiaoli speak, know that she may have guessed each other's identity, hesitated, Hebrew still reminded her, "Miss Rosen, he is your ex husband."

The guess in the heart is carried out completely, for a time, Xiao Li can't speak.

Is Monterey Bay the destination Zhuang long said he wanted to travel?

The world is so big, he just went there

After guessing the reason why Zhuang long went to Monterey, Xiao Li's heart beat a little faster.

After reporting the situation, EBER said nothing else, waiting for Xiaoli to reply. Xiaoli calmed his heart and said to Hebrew, "Hebrew, you should pay more attention to him. If he is abnormal, you must contact me in time."

Hebrew said yes.

After he hung up the phone, EBER rang out the tense tone of the young lady on the phone just now. He could not help but doubt whether the young lady had any more affection for Mr. Zhuang.

When Zhuang long came home, he felt like he was going to explode.

He threw himself on the soft sofa, holding a glass of water tightly in his hand, racking his brain to recall some details. But he couldn't remember at all. He couldn't remember anything about the abnormal murderer's father or Xiaoli.

Zhuang long was so bitter and fruitless that he finally fell asleep on the sofa.

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In the morning, Zhuang long found that he woke up in bed.

He sat up and looked at the room with a confused face. When did he go upstairs? Or did the second personality wake up again last night? He has no memory of second personality, but second personality has his memory‘ He went straight back to his room to sleep. He was so blatant that he was not afraid of being discovered by him.

Zhuang long remembers what the doctor said.

The doctor said that "he" hoped that he would recover.

Does he want to tell Zhuang long that something in this room can wake him up. Since "he" is so eager to recover, it is impossible not to leave clues.

If he wants to make Zhuang long recover completely, "he" must have his own plan.

Zhuang long jumped out of bed, ran downstairs and found his laptop in the living room.

He turned on the surveillance screen and set the time back to around 5 p.m. yesterday. He sat on the sofa yesterday and played for a long time. He remembered the last time he saw it. It was about 4:40. The screen jumps to five o'clock. Through the surveillance screen, Zhuang long sees himself sleeping on the sofa.

I don't know how long I've been sleeping. Apart from being patient when doing research, Zhuang long is actually an acute when he comes across other things. Zhuang long drags the mouse directly, and finds that his sleeping position in the monitor moves, so he clicks to play.

A few minutes after seven, he woke up.

At this time, he is no longer him, but another personality.

When he got up, he looked straight at the camera. He remembered the location of the surveillance camera‘ He gently pressed his belly, then turned to the kitchen, and Zhuang long knew that he was hungry.

"He" looked inside for a while. A few minutes later, he came out of the kitchen with empty hands‘ He looks at the camera helplessly, as if complaining that Zhuang long can't live.

He left home.

Almost an hour later, he came back with a big bag of vegetables in his hand.

Chuang long in the back of the camera only feels incredible when he looks at his every move.

What the hell?

His second person, Ge, can even cook!

Zhuang long watched him enter the kitchen. There was a bang inside. Then he came out with a bowl of noodles. Zhuang long click stop, he specially enlarged the picture, staring at the bowl of noodles for a long time.

It's a bowl of seafood noodles. The shrimp is pink with some pepper. The noodles are very flexible and delicious.

Zhuang long is hungry.

He continued to play.

At this time, the "he" in the monitor suddenly looks up at the monitor and opens his mouth to say something. The monitor is silent, only the picture has no sound. Zhuang long could tell what he was talking about by the shape of his lips——

I can't cook anything.

Zhuang long

He was despised by his second personality. Never thought, his second personality should be so personality.

"He" finished eating noodles, washed dishes, just wanted to say something, suddenly covered his head. After a while, when he looked up again, his face turned pale. He didn't have time to say more, but Zhuang long saw that he stretched out his hand and pointed to a room.

Then the man went upstairs.

Zhuang long switched the video to the room's monitor and set the right time. When he saw "he" appear in the house, he did nothing but lie down and go to sleep.

It seems that the second personality will disappear soon after it wakes up.

Zhuang long turns off the monitor, goes to the sofa and sits down. He points in the same direction as he saw in the monitor. Zhuang long looks in the direction of his finger and finds that the place where he points is a room. After thinking about it, Zhuang long got up from the sofa and walked towards the house.

Last time the housekeeping company came, Zhuang long only asked them to clean the main hall, kitchen and toilet on the first floor. They didn't touch the rest of the houses. So when he opened the door, he saw such a scene——

This room looks like a fitness room. It's full of fitness equipment. Of course, the fitness equipment and the floor, as well as the ceiling on the head, are a little dirty. There is a layer of dust on it. On the ground, there are footprints of adult men.

Staring at the footprints, Zhuang long pondered for a moment, raised his leg, put one of his footprints on the dust, and left another.

This footprint is the same size as those before.

This is his own footprint.