[Blue Octopus]: What? Any questions?

Jellyfish: Withdraw! Fast!

[Blue Octopus]: Okay.

Chun Jingming on the other end tapped the keyboard with ten fingers, and hurriedly eliminated the layers of black dialog boxes on the screen one by one.

Five minutes later, Chun Jingming replied to the message.

[Blue Octopus]: OK, withdrawn.

[Blue Octopus]: Boss, what's wrong? I just broke another firewall and it worked.

Jellyfish: What about the traces?

[Blue octopus]: It's also clear, rest assured, it's very clean.

[Jellyfish]: You've been careful not to find out who you really are.

[Blue Octopus]: Don't worry, there are not many people who can find me

[Jellyfish]: Beware of the 10,000-year-old ship.

[Jellyfish]: Wen Ci and the owner of the 'Imperial Bar' are not simple characters, so it's best not to take the initiative to provoke them.

If Chun Jingming is a 'blue-veined octopus' and Wen Zi finds out, then he will definitely be able to find out that she is 'Jellyfish'.

In that case, the situation will not be easy to control.

After all, for a character like Wen Ci, the less he can hold in his hands, the better.

[Blue Octopus]: Okay.

[Jellyfish]: I have time to check out the 'Golden Dart Pawnshop' opposite the 'Xiongwen Imperial Capital'.

[Jellyfish]: It's interesting to have a dilapidated pawnshop in such a prime location.

[Blue Octopus]: Okay.

After chatting with Chun Jingming, Fang Bingqing withdrew from the alliance base and closed the computer.

After a brief tidying up, he turned off the light and got into the futon.

Although she often works at night because of her status, she is not a typical night owl.

If no special circumstances happen, at the latest at twelve o'clock, Fang Bingqing must have begun to close his eyes and fall asleep.

But today, because of a sudden arrival of steel balls, it reminded her of some old things buried in her heart.

*

Ten years ago, in the middle of winter, she and her mother braved the heavy snow to go to the morgue of the No. 1 Hospital in City B to claim the body of her father Fang Xingguo.

White.

It's all white.

The biting cold is still unforgettable.

Later, my mother was called into a room by two uniformed uncles to talk to each other, while she sat alone on a bench in the morgue corridor.

In the midst of the confusion, a handsome little boy stood in front of her.

The boy was pale and stared at her for a long time, as if to confirm something.

Just as she was about to ask, the boy burst into tears.

"I'm sorry."

The boy choked up and repeated, "Sister Qingqing, I'm sorry." ”

Nine-year-old Fang Bingqing didn't know the boy in front of her, who was not a few years older than her.

Seeing him crying like this, he hurriedly took out a tissue from his pocket and helped wipe it.

"Little brother, don't cry."

"My dad used to tell me that girls should be strong. You're a boy, so be strong. ”

While comforting the other party, Fang Bingqing thought that his father had died, and his action of wiping tears stopped.

"But my dad is dead, and he's lying in that gloomy room."

After speaking, Fang Bingqing couldn't help but drop the golden bean.

The boy stopped her tears and took the tissue used in Fang Bingqing's little hand to help her wipe her tears.

"Little brother, I'm not not strong, it's tears that have to fall." Fang Bingqing sobbed and explained.

With tears in his eyes, the boy looked into her eyes and said seriously, "Don't worry, I will definitely catch the bad guys." ”

At this moment, a tall and strong man ran over at the top of the stairs.

"Young master, I can be regarded as finding you." The man's face was a little red from nervousness, and there was a light sweat on his forehead.

"Come with me, young master, you must not have another accident."

The tall man picked up the boy and was about to leave.

In a panic, the boy took a semicircular aqua blue pendant from his neck and threw it into Fang Bingqing's arms.

"I'll protect you later."

The boy shouted loudly, his gaze determined.

……