Capítulo 9: Chapter 9: Was it an enemy?
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Ling Jue glanced at the three siblings who were grieving. She chuckled and walked downstairs.
If she did not guess wrongly, the fire tomorrow would make the headlines.
The governor's house was burned down, hehe.
She raised her head and glanced at the surveillance camera on the tree. She had destroyed everything around her, so she was not worried that they would find out about her.
2"Governor Ling..." the fire captain saw the person who came down and quickly went up to him, telling him about the situation he had found out. "We checked. The gas tank on your side exploded. Because the power line was broken, something like this happened."
2"Why did the power line suddenly break?" Ling Zhensheng grabbed his collar and said angrily.
2"This... We don't know either." He looked at him with fear and shook his head repeatedly.
2Ling Zhensheng threw him away and looked at Mu Xueling with his sharp eyes. "When we went out, you were the last one to use gas. Didn't you turn it off?"
2"I turned it off! " Mu Xueling retorted when she heard that. "I really turned it off."
2She had specially checked it when she went out. She didn't expect such a mistake to happen.
Ling Zhensheng suddenly thought of something. Looking at the monitor on the tree, he said angrily, "Take down the monitor. I want to see who's behind this!"
2The wires were really easy to break, and the gas tank just happened to open. How could everything be so coincidental!
It must be his enemy who wanted to harm him!
The firemen quickly took the chip from the monitor. Someone immediately took the computer and inserted the chip into it.
2Everyone looked at the situation in confusion. The computer kept making a series of hissing sounds, but no images appeared.
"What's going on?" Ling Zhensheng's face was dark.
2Suddenly, the computer made a hissing sound, and then it turned black.
Ling Jue, who was standing next to him, pursed her lips. Tang Yuan even farted when he went up there?
It was really great!
2"The monitor was destroyed. There's no sound at all. The images were all destroyed."
2"What's that sound?! Why is there that sound?!" Ling Zhensheng thought. This was the key to solving the case. He said in a deep voice, "Take this tape back and study it. You must find out the source of that sound! It must be the most important part of this matter! And the surveillance cameras on this road, pull them up. You must find out what's going on!"
2He was a governor, but he actually had his house burned down by someone. It was simply a disgrace!
2"Yes!" The fire captain also felt that the sound was very strange. Of course, when he heard it for the first time, he thought it was a fart, but when he listened carefully, it was really a little strange.
2The others took the chip back one after another and plugged it into the computer. The result was the same.
Other than the sound in the chip at the beginning, everything else was the same. It was just that there was no other sound or picture.
"Damn it!" Ling Zhensheng's face was dark. "If I find out who did it, I'll cut him into pieces!"
2Mu Xueling did not say anything. She looked at the leisurely Ling Jue, deep in thought.
"Let's stay at the hotel next door tonight!" Ling Zhensheng was furious. His family had gone to a banquet today.
2It was Mu Xueling's father's retirement banquet. The chairman had stepped down, so the family was invited to the party.
Ling Jue did not go because of her awkward status.
However, he happened to have a class reunion, so someone took advantage of the loophole and destroyed his family's home.
2Ling Zhensheng was really angry. No one had dared to lay a finger on him for so many years.
He did not expect someone to be so reckless. If he found that person, he would not let him go.
The person in question said that this kind of thing was quite interesting.
If the new house let her stay in the bathroom again, she would do it again. It would be more exciting...
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