Just now, Ai Rui walked in front and was about to knock on the door. I didn’t know that I had just approached, and there was no time to say anything, so I was silently carried by Nangong, and there was a problem like a gun...

"Tang...Tang Jue..." Nangong Mo couldn't describe the feeling of seeing Tang Jue at this moment.

He thought he was dreaming.

He had been disappointed too many times in these three days, and he couldn't believe that the person who had never appeared would unexpectedly appear in front of him when he was completely desperate.

While Nangong Mo was still in shock, Tang Jue had been pushed straight into the living room by the Saiwen behind him.

The man in the wheelchair is dressed in black, wrapped in frost, his complexion is cold and dark, and he is as arrogant and indifferent as before. Although it is frightening, he gives people a sense of invincible security.

Because the aura is too strong, people inadvertently ignore his haggard and pale face, the bloodshot eyes, and the depressive rage all over the body...

"Ire, turn right to the third room on the second floor, go to get the laptop on the desk." Like a room in the living room, no one exists. Ignoring everyone's dumbfounded expressions, the man directly ordered Iri.

"No problem, boss!" Ai Rui took the order, and looked at Nangong silently, "Are you okay? Hey! Come back! Can you stand it?"

"I'm okay!" Nangongmo finally managed to stabilize his mind, staring at Tang Jue, not daring to move or speaking, as if he was afraid that he would disappear if he moved too much.

Soon Iri took the computer off.

Tang Jue directly placed the laptop on his lap, turned it on, entered the password, clicked one of the folders full of folders, opened a software with a black icon in the folder, and typed in very quickly. A string of codes instantly popped up a video on the desktop. This entire string of actions took less than half a minute from beginning to end, and people who saw a room still in shock were even more shocked...

However, soon the countless questions in their minds were temporarily forgotten, and all their attention was attracted by the pictures that appeared on the screen. What was displayed on the screen was the monitoring of the entire villa, with hundreds of small squares. The grid composition shows the monitoring of different areas of the villa.

Everyone subconsciously wanted to move their heads over to see clearly, but because of Tang Jue's pressure, they didn't dare to get too close.

"This is too small and it looks too inconvenient! I'll find a projector in a moment!" Ou Mingxuan hurried upstairs.

Tang Jue was noncommittal, it was tacit approval.

After a while, Ou Mingxuan on the second floor lay on the railing and shouted, "Hey, where is your projector?"

"Turn left to the first screening room on the third floor."

"Oh... OK! Made it!"

...

After a while, Ou Mingxuan took the projector over, panting, turned off the light, and connected it to the computer.

After getting it done, he looked at Tang Jue's pale to almost transparent facial paralyzed face under the dim light of the projector with a whole face full of suspicion. What's so special, this guy...remembered... right?

At this time, the expressions of other people were similar to those of Ou Mingxuan, including Ai Rui and Saiwen, also looking at each other. After only such a short time, their expressions are almost running out, but now there are more important things, so they can only Postpone all problems.