Chapter 76

Not long after, there was a knock on 1712's door.

Song Zhou opened the door and saw the boss Xiao Qiang standing at the door, rubbing his hands awkwardly: "Sorry, brother..."

"Come in and talk."

Xiao Qiang walked in and said with an apologetic smile, "Brother, you have good eyesight. You can find this out. This is just my personal hobby. Don't mind it, brother."

Song Zhou slowly closed the door and locked it.

Xiao Qiang's bald head was covered in cold sweat. "Brother, your lover hasn't even arrived yet. I didn't see anything, and you didn't lose anything. Let's just forget about it, shall we?"

Song Zhou turned around and looked at him silently.

Xiao Qiang wiped the sweat off his face and said, "How about this? I'll take the camera away, refund you the rent, and you can stay in the house as long as you want. What do you think?"

A hint of smile appeared in Song Zhou's eyes above his mask.

Xiao Qiang's expression relaxed, and he also laughed: "Well, that's what I mean, we are all the same kind of people, I knew you would understand me..."

Song Zhou attacked suddenly, punching Xiao Qiang in the stomach, while at the same time covering his mouth with his other hand and pressing down hard, causing the back of his head to hit the wall with a "bang".

Xiao Qiang's screams were stuck in his throat, his eyeballs almost popped out of their sockets, and there were stars in front of his eyes.

Song Zhou's sinister voice rang in his ears.

"Who is the same as you?"

After several consecutive punches, Xiao Qiang's internal organs were dislocated.

Although I haven't fought for years, my physical fitness has not declined.

As a doctor who often performs massage on patients, the strength in my hands is no joke.

Xiao Qiang probably couldn't scream anymore, so Song Zhou moved the hand that was covering his mouth to the back of his head, pressed down hard, and raised his knees at the same time.

With a dull "bang", Xiao Qiang suspected that his entire face had sunken in. His nose bone must have been broken.

He slid to the ground, his vision went dark, and heat flowed out of his nose and mouth.

Song Zhou let out a refreshing breath, feeling that the anger that was clogging up his chest had dissipated a lot.

He raised one foot and stepped on Xiao Qiang's throat.

Xiao Qiang's throat was almost crushed and he felt like he was about to die. He weakly slapped Song Zhou's shoes to beg for mercy.

Only to hear a faint voice floating down from above: "Tell me, are there hidden cameras in every room?"

Then loosen the foot that is pressing on your neck slightly.

Xiao Qiang took a deep breath, blood foaming from his mouth. He coughed and choked while speaking: "All..."

"So there's 1714 too."

When Xiao Qiang heard the room number, he was stunned for a moment and failed to answer in time. The foot on his neck immediately stepped down.

Xiao Qiang heard a crack and suspected that his laryngeal cartilage was broken, kicking his legs like a dying toad.

The foot loosened slightly again. This time, Xiao Qiang didn't dare to delay and answered hurriedly: "Yes, yes..."

Song Zhou grabbed a towel from the bathroom and considerately wiped the blood off Xiao Qiang's face. He helped him up, put his arm around his shoulders and walked out of the room.

Xiao Qiang's legs started to weaken as he walked, and he asked in a trembling voice, "Brother, are you...are you a police officer?"

Song Zhou chuckled softly, "Do I look like you?"

Xiao Qiang's voice was tinged with tears: "No... not like that. Police discipline is strict nowadays, no one dares to beat people like that. You look like a gangster."

Song Zhou smiled and led the man into 1701, locked the door again, pressed Xiao Qiang on the chair in front of the computer, and pointed at the computer.

"On October 29th, the hidden video footage of 1714 was found."

Xiao Qiang's face turned pale as he wiped the blood: "You mean, the day when that woman fell from the building..."

Song Zhou nodded.

Xiao Qiang looked up at him in horror: "You, who are you..." He suddenly thought of something, "You are that person!"

Song Zhou narrowed his eyes slightly: "Who?"

Xiao Qiang's teeth chattered: "The man who...threw that woman...down the building..."

He slid off the chair like mud and fell to the ground, with tears streaming down his face.

"Please spare me! I didn't mean to secretly film you. I just wanted to watch the men and women who checked into the hotel do that thing...

"I recognize Yu Aiai. I recognize all the pretty girls in this apartment building. She lives on the eighth floor, but she came to my place to get a room. I think she must be dating a man.

"As soon as she came into the room, I stared at the computer, but the more I stared, the more I felt something was wrong.

"Later I saw in the homeowners' group chat that someone had jumped from the building, so I went to the window and looked down, and it was Yu Aiai!

"I was ashamed of my secret filming and didn't want to get into trouble. Before the police showed up, I removed the camera from 1714 without them noticing.

"Brother, I didn't tell the police anything, and I didn't show the recorded video to anyone. Please don't kill me to silence me..."

Xiao Qiang began to sob.

Song Zhou laughed. So that's what happened.

He looked at Xiao Qiang jokingly and said, "Find the video and I won't kill you."

"I'm looking for it, I'm looking for it..."

Xiao Qiang got up, leaned over the computer, and opened layer upon layer of folders.

Song Zhou watched from the side and said, "Wow, you've saved so many videos."

Xiao Qiang smiled wryly: "Just keep it for my own enjoyment."

He found a video file and said, "This is it. I'm deleting it now."

"Stop." Song Zhou snatched the mouse away. "Stay aside."

"Yes, yes." Xiao Qiang hid by the wall and knelt on the ground consciously.

Song Zhou sat in the computer chair, put his legs on the table, leaned back comfortably, and clicked on the video.

The video was long. In a hurry, Song Zhou dragged the progress bar to watch the key parts, and the frown between his brows deepened the more he watched.

Suddenly, he picked up the tissue box on the table and smashed it against Xiao Qiang: "Waste!"

Xiao Qiang was so scared that he kowtowed: "I won't dare to do it again. I will never take secret photos again!"

"All you know is to slap the bed, all you know is to slap the bed!" Song Zhou became angrier and angrier as he spoke. He picked up a notebook on the table and smashed it on Xiao Qiang's bald head, making him hold his head and sob.

Song Zhou cursed and clicked the mouse to open the cloud disk on the desktop.

Song Zhou logged into Xiao Qiang's account on the cloud disk and clicked to upload the video.

It took a while to upload, so I used this time to browse the web pages that Xiao Qiang often used.

He sneered as he read it. "You said it's just a personal hobby, for your own enjoyment. Bullshit. Isn't it being uploaded to the internet and making money?"

Xiao Qiang shrank back and defended himself: "Those who come out to book a room are all wild couples, not good people. I just share it and make some pocket money, it's no big deal."

Song Zhou stood up, walked up to him, and kicked him to the ground.

"They booked your B&B, and you called them a bad person. They weren't just booking a room, but didn't you secretly take photos of the two girls staying in their standard room? Didn't you post them online? Do you think I'm blind?"

Xiao Qiang protected his head: "I was wrong, I was wrong..."

Song Zhou was tired and returned to the computer. The video had already been uploaded.

He shared the cloud disk link on the local forum, still using Xiao Qiang's logged-in account.

Title: The truth behind Yu Aiai’s fall from the Aegean Apartment Yunju Hostel.

After posting, find the folder where the secretly filmed videos were stored, and delete and clear the one that recorded yourself at 1712.

Then I unplugged the computer.

He picked up a few banknotes on the table and put them in his pocket. They were the room fees he had paid earlier, and stood up.

Xiao Qiang shuddered with fear, banging his forehead against the ground. "Don't kill me, don't kill me... I won't tell anyone. I haven't seen you, never seen you..."

There was no response for a long time.

Xiao Qiang raised his head fearfully. The door had been half-opened for some time, and the man was no longer in the room.

Xiao Qiang rolled his eyes blankly, unable to understand what was happening.