After hearing Hu Qiang's question, Zhuge Dali smiled slightly: "Although the possibility of what you just said is very small, it may not be impossible."

Hu Qiang frowned and said, "You mean, you suspect that Zhang Wei did this and sneaked in while I was drunk and asleep last night?"

Zhuge Dali nodded: "Although this suspicion is indeed strange, this possibility cannot be ruled out.

However, it is more likely that Zhang Wei secretly contacted someone here, and then secretly asked that person to secretly put the diary in a drawer while you were drunk and asleep last night."

Hu Qiang touched the stubble on his chin, nodded in agreement: "This is indeed more likely, but what is the purpose?

If it was really the missing Zhang Wei who did it, why would he go to all the trouble to get someone to do it, and what’s the point of doing it?”

"This is also what I find strange." Zhuge Dali said, "But I think that if Zhang Wei really did it, then he must have his own reasons for doing so, but I haven't figured it out yet."

Speaking of this, Zhuge Dali smiled slightly: "Speaking of which, if all this is really designed by Zhang Wei, then he has made a lot of progress in the past two years! Even I can't see through the strategy he is using now. It is worthy of me

The man you like!"

Hu Qiang said speechlessly: "Hey, it's time now, don't show off your boyfriend's behavior, especially in front of me, a single guy, is it appropriate?"

"Single?" Zhuge Dali looked at Hu Qiang, "Are you single?"

"Obviously!" Hu Qiang spread his hands.

"That's right." Zhuge Dali thought thoughtfully, "I like a girl but dare not admit it. This is indeed one of the characteristics of a single person."

"Hey!" Hu Qiang said dissatisfied, "The more you talk, the more outrageous you are. If you keep doing this, I won't play anymore!"

"I'm sorry." Zhuge Dali quickly and sincerely apologized to Hu Qiang, "It's my fault and I ignored your feelings. Please accept my apology."

Seeing Zhuge Dali bowing his head and apologizing to him, Hu Qiang was stunned for a moment, and then sighed: "Oh, you are indeed not Murphy, and Murphy is absolutely impossible... Forget it, let's not mention her."

Immediately afterwards, Hu Qiang said seriously: "By the way, you mean that there is something wrong with this diary. It was written by Zhang Wei himself, but it was discovered at the wrong time, which is inconsistent with common sense.

So, you suspect that it was Zhang Wei himself, or he asked someone here to secretly put the diary in the drawer while I was drunk and asleep last night, just so that I could find this diary and let me come.

inform you?"

"I have this suspicion." Zhuge Dali nodded.

Hu Qiang frowned and touched his chin and said: "Assuming that Zhang Wei did this on purpose, how can he be sure that I will definitely open the drawer and find this diary?"

Having said this, Hu Qiang was stunned, looked at Zhuge Dali, and then said in unison: "Mobile phone!"

With a slap in the face, Hu Qiang said with bright eyes: "I understand! The reason why I opened the drawer was to find my mobile phone to prove that I was Hu Qiang. But when I couldn't find my mobile phone, I would naturally search around subconsciously. If other

If you can’t find it anywhere, you will definitely open the drawer and take a look. This is human nature.”

Zhuge Dali followed: "As for the other people here, except for the mole who colluded with Zhang Wei, the others must have searched this place long ago. They would not pull out the drawer without any trouble, nor would they think of the empty drawer.

There will be an extra diary! And a photo frame!”

Speaking of this, Zhuge Dali frowned: "Wait, photo frame? There is already a diary, why is there a photo frame?"

Hu Qiang was stunned and subconsciously said: "Couldn't the photo frame be in it before? Maybe it wasn't Zhang Wei who put it in."

"Impossible!" Zhuge Dali shook his head, "The photo frame must have been put in together with the diary, it didn't exist before."

Hu Qiang asked: "Why are you so sure?"

Zhuge Dali looked at Hu Qiang and said, "It's normal that you don't know this.

In fact, after Zhang Wei disappeared, Teacher Hu and others showed me the things Zhang Wei left behind. I remember that there was no photo frame for this group photo in them.

I don’t think Teacher Hu and the others would secretly hide a photo frame of me and Zhang Wei, so this must have been taken away by Zhang Wei when he ran away, and it should be used as a souvenir.

But now this photo frame that was not there before appears in the drawer, or appears together with the diary, do you think this is a coincidence?"

Hu Qiang nodded: "To put it this way, it is indeed not a coincidence, but more like a deliberate decision. But again, what is the point of doing this?"

Zhuge Dali thought for a while and didn't say anything. Instead, he walked aside and picked up the photo frame, started to look at it inside and out, and knocked it twice from time to time.

Just when Hu Qiang looked puzzled and was about to ask, Zhuge Dali suddenly took out a utility knife from his pocket and pushed out the blade with a click, shocking Hu Qiang.

"You, you also have a knife?" Hu Qiang said subconsciously, "You guys with the surname Ouyang, no, Zhuge, no, in short, with your looks, why do you like to carry a knife with you?

And, you, what do you want to do? What exactly do you want to do? I’m warning you, I know kung fu, and your knife is useless to me!"

Zhuge Dali was stunned: "What are you talking about? As a university teacher, I carry a utility knife with me. Is it reasonable?"

Hu Qiang frowned: "University teacher? University teachers need to carry a utility knife with them?"

Zhuge Dali said: "Of course, after I became a university teacher, I received various letters and express delivery almost every day. In addition, I also had to write papers and correct homework, and a utility knife was used in many places.

What's more, as a girl, I carry a utility knife with me so I can deal with some emergencies, just like now."

"It seems to make sense." Hu Qiang nodded, "But do university teachers really receive all kinds of letters every day? Is it such an exaggeration? What kind of letters are they?"

"Nothing." Zhuge Dali shrugged, "Except for a small number of formal replies from magazines and periodicals, most of them are boring letters of love and confession.

But it’s understandable, as college students have strong hormone secretions, which is normal. As long as it’s not too much, I basically save a bunch of it, then crush it with a paper shredder, and then throw it into the recyclable trash can.”

Hu Qiang was speechless for a while: "Are you showing off to me?"

"No," Zhuge Dali said seriously, "I'm just explaining to you why I carry a utility knife with me and the rationality of this matter."

"Okay, you're right, you have a good reason." Hu Qiang nodded, "Actually, what I really want to know is what exactly are you going to do with the knife."

Zhuge Dali pointed to the photo frame and said: "Of course you have to use a utility knife to cut the back of the photo frame to see what's inside."

Hu Qiang frowned: "So, you suspect there is something inside the photo frame?"

Zhuge Dali nodded and said while cutting the back of the photo frame with a utility knife: "That's right! Since the photo frame appears strange, there must be something wrong with it. If nothing unexpected happens, the secret is inside!"

At this point, Zhuge Dali had already cut the back of the photo frame with a utility knife, then picked up the photo frame and shook it.

There was a click, and sure enough, a card fell out of the picture frame.

There's something going on at home today, so I'll update it today, don't wait. Also, don't worry about not being able to compile this plot. This kind of mystery writing has the result first and then writes the process backwards, so don't worry about this aspect.
Chapter completed!