When he came out of the base, Bo Jinghan already knew the general operation of the secret door.

In the past, she only knew about the talents exported by the base, and most of them were sent to some confidential places, some of which she could still contact, but some of them were not traceable. And most of the people who can't be traced are elites, or wonderful people with super long places.

After today, she finally understood that the guys who couldn't be contacted, as if they had evaporated from the world, had been sent to the secret door.

But they are in the secret door, and they belong to the clear stream. Directly and directly under the command of the commissioner, carry out various confidential tasks. They and the secret door originally had the meaning of zài, which is contrary to each other. But it is the best talisman to maintain the secret door and let the secret door continue to exist in this world.

The other faction, that is, the long-term legacy of the secret door, the vein that cannot see the light, is from the Jing family, who has been avoiding the world for many years and is almost forgotten by the world, specializing in transporting talents.

However, from her grandfather's words, she also sensitively captured a very hidden secret.

This Jing family seems to be inextricably linked with my grandmother's mother's family.

Jing family!

Thinking of Bo Lao's words today, Bo Jinghan's head buzzed.

I always feel that this head is dizzy and heavy, and it hurts badly.

"Miss?"

At this time, someone suddenly called her.

Bo Jinghan raised his eyes lazily, his eyebrows raised slightly, and a fierce momentum that could not be concealed swept straight in the direction of the sound source.

Seeing that the pupils of the person in front of him shrank, Bo Jinghan realized that his feelings were exposed, and he hurriedly restrained himself.

Trying to raise a smile, he raised his eyes again, and looked at the blood eagle in the passenger seat: "If you have something, just say it, don't look like you're spitting." Blood Eagle, I still remember, when my grandfather just gave you to me and told you to take care of me, you rolled your eyes at me when you had nothing to do, with a look of disdain and disdain. What's the matter, now it's modified? ”

"Oh, you remember this!"

Thinking of his frivolity at that time, and thinking about it later, he was impressed by this woman's tenacity little by little, and Blood Eagle was really not afraid of her, but laughed.

looked at her somewhat tired face, and didn't think about any crooked things in her heart, but was a little worried. At the same time, he changed his friend's tone, lowered his voice and asked, "Cynthia, are you okay?" ”

"Me? What can I do! ”

Bo Jinghan smiled.

But that smile only lasted for a moment, and then disappeared from the bottom of his eyes.

She tilted her head back, lazily found a comfortable position to sit on, and let out a heavy breath again.

A pair of eyes looked at the roof of the car, and after a long time, he turned his head to look at the window of the car, looking at the receding scenery outside, and he was not confused by the scenery for a moment in his mind, only replaying the secret conversation between her and Old Man Bo, and the chess game where the two of them played and fought, but in the end it was not finished, and people were sealed first.

Now, she seems to be facing a chess game that has reached a critical moment.

Holding a chess piece in his hand, he is undecided.

Because of her step, it is too difficult to choose.

If you go on, it may be a new beginning, or it may be a failed killer move.

But Bo Lao is right again.

He said that everyone has their own fate, and as the heir of the Bo family, she must face such a choice. And this choice can only be made by herself, and no one can replace her to make a decision!

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