Nalan Group Satellite Monitoring Center.

Qin Xin was in front of the screen, frowning and pondering.

She came this time to re-watch the ice lake monitoring.

I'm afraid I missed something last time.

However, unexpectedly, this time when I looked back, even the data monitored by the entire ice lake was gone.

She, Qin Wenrou, and the robot were as if they had never appeared in that area, including the picture of the robot exploding itself.

If she hadn't copied a video of a robot blowing itself up, she would have thought she would have seen the hell.

What makes her even more vigilant is that this is not the first time that she has lost data.

The last time she came, there was a lack of a man's voice data.

On the racetrack, the wing logo of the No. 1 car has also been erased.

She discovers a pattern, and every time she takes a step closer to the truth, it is as if there is an invisible hand trying to push the truth further.

At the same time, she suddenly realized that the unexpected car accident after she and Sara escaped from the secret passage in Continent A was also unusual.

Sara is a member of the Woolf family, with an indisputable personality, and she is not even Woolf's heir.

Who would have the intention of killing her?

What's the point of killing Sarah?

But at that time, there was a detail that everyone overlooked.

Sara in her clothes.

In an underground factory where temperatures drop to freezing, she swaps her black hoodie for Sara to wear.

And she is the same age as Sarah, about the same height, although the hairstyle and face are different, but if you wear a hoodie......

If someone designates to assassinate the Black Hoodie Girl, Sara becomes the target to die for her!

Qin Xin's heart was slightly cold.

That makes sense.

Every bit of information she finds in the empire is erased.

When she comes into contact with a robot test subject in Continent A, she will be stared at and killed.

What kind of secret is it that is hidden so deep that no one is allowed to find out?

Now that I look back at the assassination surveillance, I am afraid that the data has been erased again.

So the question comes back, who has the right to modify the data in the satellite monitoring center of Nalan Group?

Qin Xin asked the engineer on duty at the monitoring center.

The engineer explained apologetically: "Miss Qin, the satellite data system has been unstable recently, and data is occasionally lost. But this is quite normal, after all, the amount of data is too large, and it is possible that 1/20,000 of the data is disordered. ”

Qin Xin: "No one has touched the data?" ”

Engineer: "Impossible. We only have the right to view, not the right to modify. Even our director, Miss Jun Ruyi, doesn't have the right to modify it. The entire group is only owned by Mr. Nalan, of course, Mr. Nalan is so busy, he can't have time to change the data. ”

Seeing Qin Xin's disappointed face, the engineer asked enthusiastically: "I don't know what data Miss Qin wants to check, maybe I can help?" ”

Qin Xin shook his head and was about to thank him.

A cold snort came from behind him: "Help? Is it that the salary is too much for you, and you are idle? ”

The harsh accusation made the engineer tremble and turn around: "Miss Jun......"

Jun Ruyi sneered: "Call me Mr. Jun." I'm not a certain lady, the kind of person who shows off by seducing men everywhere, what's the difference between it and a play! ”

In her eyes, Qin Xin, like Shen Bingxue, is a shameless slut who comes to rob a man from her.

Qin Xinfeng's eyes narrowed slightly, and when he saw that the person who made a lot of nonsense was Jun Ruyi, a touch of coolness moved with his thin lips, and he escaped faintly: "Correct your common sense." If you think that literary and artistic workers are actors, then you are not a gentleman, at best, you are just a slave. ”

In the era of drama, weren't the people who worked for people just slaves?

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