"This." Belmode held a memory card between his fingers and handed it to Akira Shinhara.

"What's in there?" Akira Shinhara took the memory card with a puzzled expression, looked at Belmode, as if he remembered something, and then looked at the memory card in his hand, "This can't be the information that Chizo Ogura gave you, right?" ”

"That's right, but the card is bad." Belmode nodded, crossed a pair of white and slender jade legs, leaned forward, and looked at Akira Shinhara with one hand on his chin, "You have to help me figure out a way." ”

"Have you taken it and repaired it? See if the data inside can be recovered? Akira Shinhara frowned slightly, with some worry and anxiety in his expression, and looked at Belmode with a very sincere look.

"You can fix it for me." Belmode picked up the water glass, took a sip gently, and looked at Akira Shinhara with a pair of peach blossom eyes.

"But I'm not very good at this......" Akira Shinhara frowned a little embarrassed, looked at Belmode's smiling eyes, and finally nodded a little helplessly, "Okay, but don't blame me if you can't fix it." ”

Shinhara Ming took out his computer from the desk in the bedroom, inserted the memory card into the computer, and saw the three big words "damaged" displayed on the computer screen, frowned and clicked on the cursor of the memory card, and then clicked on the computer manager's toolbox page, and selected the file recovery tool.

It's just that after selecting the memory card, the data bar is only loaded a little, and the computer screen is completely black!

"What's going on?" Akira Shinhara moved the mouse in a bit of a panic, tapping and typing on the computer keyboard, but the computer was still black, and there was no response at all, even if it was forced to shut down, it couldn't be done.

Belmode on the side looked at Akira Shinhara's somewhat panicked eyes, looked at his random movements again, and laughed out loud, "No, you were born in the police academy anyway, and this virus can't be solved?" ”

"Hit the virus?" Akira Shinhara stood up a little annoyed, looked at Belmode, and said angrily, "The files in my computer are fine, and there is still the manuscript I have to submit next week!" ”

"Draft?" Belmode was stunned for a moment, looking at the anxiety of Akira Shinhara, who did not seem to be fake, and at this time he had already pulled out the memory card, unplugged the computer, and turned the computer off and checked it everywhere.

"I don't know why you teased me with a memory card with a virus, but you might as well take it back." Akira Shinhara took a deep breath, maintaining the calm on his face, and handed the memory card to Belmode, his tone and expression tense.

"Okay, how much is your computer, I'll give it to you. The cost of repairing the computer is also from me, to ensure that the files in it will not be lost. ”

Belmode picked the bun between his ears behind his ears, said in a tolerant tone, got up and took the computer in Akira Shinhara's hand, pinched his face, but was helped away, so he left the living room with a smile.

"Oh, by the way, I'll send you the location of the computer repair later, remember to get it." Belmode opened the door and looked back at Akira Shinhara, smiling.

"That's how it should be." Akira Shinhara replied stiffly, his handsome face dissatisfied, but only a chuckle from Belmode.

Waiting for the door to close, Shinhara Akira sat silently on the sofa for a few minutes before he began to clean up the water cup on the sofa, checked again whether there was any extra monitoring and listening equipment around the living room, and after confirming that there was no problem, he twisted open the door of the study and walked to the bookcase.

Seeing some manuscript paper on the black wooden table in front of the bookcase, Akira Shinhara opened the bottom drawer of the desk and took out another computer from it.

It's exactly the same as the computer Belmode took away.

And this is the computer where Shinhara Ming saved the data of drug A that failed to be encrypted.

The one Belmode took was the computer he used to write the manuscript of the novel village, and she could only find the manuscript in it.

Akira Shinhara put the computer back under the cabinet of the desk, sat on the swivel chair, turned around, and looked at the rows of books on the bookcase, his eyes a little empty.

[Did you guess that Belmode was going to give you a memory card with a virus?] The forum system asked out loud again.

"How is this possible, I just prefer to plan ahead. Besides, I'm a famous novelist, so I don't need to use a computer for everything. Akira Shinhara was a little surprised by the question of the forum system, shrugged his shoulders, and leaned back in his chair.

"Well, it's right to be cautious." Akira Shinhara turned his chair around, looked out the window and sighed.

[You're so suspicious. The forum system added, and soon hid again.

"No, there are more suspicious than I am." Akira Shinhara shook his head to himself, got up and walked to the window, as if he saw someone through the scenery.

I don't know where that little detective got such terrible intuition and acuity.

Is it really the result of being persecuted by the Black Coat?

"Buzz." The sound of familiar information coming in.

Akira Shinhara took out the old button phone and looked at it, and it was the message sent by Belmode.

"At 8 o'clock in the evening, I will go to the computer repair office of the 3rd town of Rice Flower Town to pick it up."

After Akira Shinhara deleted it, he replied with a "yes" and put the phone back in his trouser pocket.

"Hey." Shinhara Ming glanced at the manuscript on the table, and then at the computer in the desk cabinet, and said with some regret, "The computer is gone, and I can't code words, it's a pity." ”

"It's not that I don't want to update, it's really hard for a good woman to cook without rice. Ay. Akira Shinhara shook his head again, his expression showed a little regret, the corners of his mouth rose wildly and walked out of the study, came to the living room, opened the refrigerator, took out the Sprite, and turned on the TV.

Very seriously looking at the Kamen Superman shown on the TV disc.

Leaning on the sofa and taking a sip of Sprite, Akira Shinhara exclaimed, "Cool! ”

……

At about 7:40 in the evening, Akira Shinhara still remembered his computer, had already packed up and went out, and after dodging the crisis of several plaques falling from the sky again, he successfully arrived at the computer repair shop in Mimachime.

It is a small shop of more than ten square meters, with computers, mobile phone repairs and other businesses written on the outside, and the two sides of the inside are full of mobile phones and computer styles, and a small area is left to sell second-hand mobile phones and computers, and the repair tools are placed next to it.

There was a person sitting on the small reddish-brown counter in the innermost, with his head buried, the lower half of his face covered by the computer, only the hair on the top of his head was exposed, and after hearing the movement, he didn't raise his head and said, "Come to get the computer?" It's on your right, take it and go. ”

Akira Shinhara looked at the glass counter on the right hand, where a black handbag was being placed, thanked him, and was not curious about the computer bag, so he walked in the direction of home.

While passing a turn from Sanmachime to Shimachime, Akira Shinhara bumped into Moriran, who was carrying a shopping bag and preparing to go home.