When the power is disconnected, as long as his previous operation records have not been deleted, they will be automatically saved by the system. The man got up and ran to the window, and Fang Chi had already chased after him with lightning speed, twisting his wrist. He struggled twice, but he didn't break free, and looked at Fang Chi's gaze in amazement.

He probably didn't expect that Fang Chi, a seemingly slender and weak person, would have such great strength.

"Let's talk." Fang Chi said.

"What are you talking about?" He finally spoke.

"Didn't the spy organization that asked you to steal information teach you what to do if you get caught?" Fang Chi looked at him sharply.

"I'm not a spy." He replied briefly.

For his answer, Fang Chi actually agreed. He was vigilant, but he wasn't as well-trained as she was used to. For example, her gaze fell on his fingers, dry, clean, with tiny light-colored scars on several fingers; The nails are trimmed, short and neat.

"Even if you delete the operation records cleanly, can you wipe off so many fingerprints left behind?"

Faced with this problem, he was calmer than when Fang Chi cut off the power just now. He glanced at the keyboard and said, "I heard that the people of the Nineteenth Bureau especially like to use other people's criminal evidence to coerce each other. ”

Hearing this, it was impossible to say that Fang Chi was not surprised in his heart. Although her face was still waterless, the vigilance of this person in her heart increased.

He actually said her former identity in one sentence.

But this identity was once after all, and now she can deny it with confidence.

"I'm sorry, you guessed wrong." She said regretfully. "I'm just an employee here."

His gaze flickered a few times, as if to judge whether he should believe her self-confession. "Tell me what you want, then?"

"It's simple." Fang Chi said, "Give me what you took from the meat pump." ”

"Okay." He said without thinking.

"Sue me, why did you investigate the fox hunt operation and Sheng Qinghuai."

"It's my private business."

"If I had called the police, I wouldn't have said that."

His deer-like eyes narrowed slightly, revealing a bit of danger. Fang Chi was willing to bet that he was now thinking about how to stun her, and what was the chance of attacking her.

Fang Chi's thumb pressed the vein of his wrist tightly, and suddenly twisted downward—he hissed, and his body involuntarily stumbled forward.

"Be honest." Fang Chi said coldly.

"I can only sue you, I checked these things, and there was no malice." He made a compromise.

He didn't want to say. Fang Chi knew that it was hard to pry like this, and it was difficult to get words out of the mouth of a person like him. However, she didn't really want to call the police. This person helped her block broken wine bottles in the "Black Iron Age" KTV, and from this alone, she has reason to judge that he is indeed not a malicious person. Her ability to crack the system of the Information Security Research Center also made her admire. It seems more meaningful to keep him than to ruin him. What's more, if this person is caught, she may also be involved in investigating the "ice crack", and she doesn't want to lose her freedom for it.

"Give me my ID." She reached out to him and decided to cut in from a different angle.

He pulled a white card out of his pocket and held it in his hand. Fang Chi glanced over and saw that it was the alumni card he had swiped into the library. She reached for it, but saw him suddenly hold the card high, and with a flick of his hand, the card flew out and landed far away in the corner of the doorway.

Fang Chi glared at him fiercely, and the eyes above his mask had a somewhat mocking gaze.

Fang Chi really wanted to scold people this time. Releasing his hand, she hurried over to pick it up. However, when the card was in my hand, it was exactly the same on the front and back, both of which were the school emblem and instructions for use of Yan University!

It's fake!

Fang Chi was annoyed and was put on the table again. Also, how could he use a real alumni card to sneak in and do information theft!

As soon as he looked up, the man had pushed open the old-fashioned glass window on the wall next to him, turned over and jumped down.

Fang Chi didn't think about it, and jumped down from the window after him.

This side is the shady side of the library, and opposite is the Philosophy Building. Between the two buildings, there are thick green trees, and a corridor is covered with wisteria flowers, which is fragrant.

Under the window, a small viewing roof on the fourth floor protrudes out, planted with a large number of gorgeous and unrestrained flowers. The man was landing on the rooftop, brushing aside the spiky branches of the moon, and jumping down the porch.

Fang Chi followed him closely. When she landed on the rooftop, she suddenly felt a "buzz" behind her ears, and her head seemed to be covered with a dull stick.

Wounds.

It was as if the wound could never be healed, and it always became a stumbling block for her at a critical time. She gritted her teeth and chased after the man and continued to jump. The moment it landed on the porch, there was a tearing pain behind his ears, and a layer of black fog covered his eyes.

Her feet slipped.

The man below glanced back at her, saw her fall from the porch, and subconsciously stretched out his hands to catch her.

Fang Chi's consciousness was still sober. Years of training made her body movements even faster than her mind, shaking the paper clip chain in her hand, wringing his hands, and quickly circling a few times, so that he could not break free no matter what. Fang Chi endured the pain, pressed the man against the wall of the wisteria corridor with his knees, and groped for the pockets of his clothes from top to bottom.

"Girl, I said I had no ill intentions, and you're a bit of a stalker." He wrestled at the paperclip chain in his hand and said with a strong sigh of rage. "Either hurry up and see you in the bureau, what does lynching mean like this?"

Fang Chi ignored him. Fingers ran across his waist, his firm texture drenching with heat.

"Huh!" He was furious and kicked Fang Chi hard, Fang was on guard sooner or later, raised his leg to avoid it, and kicked his toes at the crook of his knee, kicking him to his knees on one knee. A long chain of paper clips flung over him, tightening his neck.

“……”

But this time I didn't take advantage of it, and with a little effort, there was a sharp pain in the back of my head like an explosion. Fang Chi felt the distortion of his expression, but fortunately, this person was facing away from him and couldn't see her.

Fang Chi carefully checked his clothes and pants, and his pockets were empty. There is no USB flash drive and nothing else.

It shouldn't be. Fang Chi frowned slightly.

When you go out alone, there is always something that you can't do without.

Like, money.

She searched his body more carefully, and didn't let go of the important ** parts that might be hiding things. His face twitched slightly:

"Enough is enough, girl." He said, holding back his anger, "I don't hit women, but it's conditional." ”

Fang Chi's ears were buzzing, and he could barely hear what he said. She ignored him, fumbling with his belt, and finally found a Visa credit card in the cracks. Pure black, no pattern, no UnionPay logo, is an overseas credit card.

"Give it back to me."

The tone suddenly became cold, with a complete threat.

He values this card very much. Fang Chi tugged at the corners of her mouth, and the twitching pain behind her ear almost made her unable to control her expression. But it is clear that he is not good at hiding his inner activities.

What's there about this card that can't be seen? His secret trading records? The signature on the back of the card?

Fang Chi turned the card around-

He had expected her to make such a move, and his bound hands clenched into fists, turning and sweeping over. This time he didn't hold any more back, and struck her with a whirring wind. Fang Chi dragged the large handful of paper clips to avoid his force, and kicked at the leg he was about to kick out, suppressing him again. Tightened the chain of paper clips that bound his wrists and neck, preventing him from moving his limbs. However, his punch was too strong, and Fang Chi didn't get rid of his strength when he avoided it, only feeling that when his head was sideways, some warm liquid was gurgling down behind his ears.

She fought back the dizziness in her mind and the blur in front of her eyes, and looked down at the credit card that had flipped over in her hand.

Suddenly, her lips seemed to be touched by something.

She looked up and saw the face just a stone's throw away—the face that blocked her view of the credit card. The deer-like eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of mist, moist, reddish and burning. She was in a trance for a moment, unable to tell whether it was real or unreal, and her eyes drooped again, but he came up again—this time she saw it really—and he kissed her on the lips. Through a thin layer of disinfectant mask, but still feel the temperature on his lips, and the shape.

There was a "boom" in her head, and she didn't seem to be able to hold the card tightly in her hand. He took two steps back, and fell down.

"Hey! You-"

"Don't check—" she said vaguely, vaguely feeling a hand touching a cracked wound behind her ear. However, the remaining consciousness is rapidly draining, "It's not for you to ......"

In the darkness, she lost consciousness.