As a result, there was no one inside, even the windows were closed properly. Mu Zikuan's table was a little messy. Lu Liang took a closer look at the tables and cabinets in the room, and there were no traces of them being turned over. He suddenly felt the excitement of being about to peek into the secret. Although Zheng Huang usually behaves very easily, he has an inexplicable sense of mystery to almost everyone. I heard that the two brothers made their fortunes from unknown business routes, and Zheng Huang seems to have a lot of dealings with the Thai military. So Lu Liang has always had a feeling that what they are doing is related to smuggling or drugs, because this situation is not only money laundering, but actually studying a complete financial system, the underground financial industry chain. It's a pity that the file just now was completely encrypted, and if it was to be unraveled, it would take too much time, and he wouldn't have time at all. You can only follow the request of Professor Hu assigned by Zheng Huang to send the documents back to the secret base first, and then slowly let them crack them. But the core content of the document is simply not known on its own. He looked under the desk again, and there was a brown briefcase. He was about to walk over to take a closer look, when he suddenly felt something stuck under his feet, raised his foot, and pulled it out, but he couldn't see it really. So he walked to the door and turned on the light, and when he looked on the ground, it turned out to be chewing gum, and it was chewed by a person, and the mucus on it could still be faintly seen.

Lu Liang was nauseated for a while, and thought involuntarily in his heart, "I said, I really thought I had bumped into a ghost!" It turns out that this kid is a sloppy man, not as mysterious and powerful as the boss said. Probably he came back, found traces of my visit, slipped out while I was in the bathroom, and ran too fast! He couldn't help but start to guess what the other party's next move would be, run away, shake people, or hide in the shadows and ambush? These methods are routine, but what if the other party goes against the norm? As Professor Hu's disciple and assistant, now he has to admit that Jiang is still old and spicy.

After thinking about it so much, the attraction of voyeurism suddenly weakened a lot when it came to discovering Zheng Huang's secret. He pulled the briefcase out from under the desk and opened it to see a red water stamp on the first page of a stack of papers, "Co."

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tial", the abbreviation of the three letters in the logo at the top of the page is A.I.T. Lu Liang's heart was beating rapidly, he didn't know whether to turn the page over or not, and his hands trembled. Maybe the answer he's been wanting to get is below. Eventually, curiosity triumphed over fear of potential consequences, and the page was turned. The second page is the real cover page, ""Eighty-Seven Immortal Scrolls" Authentic Hidden Evidence Research and Concealment"! His hands trembled violently, and although he didn't know what it was, he knew exactly what it meant. This is a world-class artifact, a truly priceless treasure. Whoever owns this authoritative document means that he can decide which painting is the original or the original, because he can completely correct or tamper with the certified content inside.

Fifteen minutes later, he put the photocopied documents and materials downloaded from the computer into his backpack, then put the originals back in Mu Zikuan's briefcase, and hurriedly went downstairs with his door, disappearing into the rainy night.

His brain was excited and disordered, and he didn't know whether he wanted to return to Professor Hu, and he didn't know why Mu Zikuan didn't come out to stop him just now. What should he do? He himself didn't know. I don't know where to go now. Just instinctively walk through the road with your legs. Slowly, the brain gradually returned to work. He had already strayed far from Professor Hu's direction. At two o'clock in the morning, he finally felt that he should go back obediently, there were some things that did not belong to him, and he took them for nothing. When he figured it out and made up his mind, he just turned his head when a car whizzed from behind him and knocked him down, and at the moment he fell to the ground, he seemed to see the cold and contemptuous smile of the master. He reached out to call for help, only to find that the car had turned around and rolled over at him. This time he finally didn't have to think about anything more, and the people who got out of the car dragged his body into the body bag and hurried away.

Liu Tianyun withdrew all the five thousand dollars from the bank's ATM, which was almost all of his savings. Then, I used my credit card to withdraw cash again until the transaction was declined, and the card was maxed out.

He came home and burned all the letters in the toilet and flushed them down the toilet; Then remove the hard drive of the computer, put it in the oven of the electric stove, and set the temperature to the highest... Until almost all personal data, even wedding photos, were destroyed. He didn't know if it would work, except that in the common parlance, "keep the damage to a minimum." Then he took a hot shower, packed a few clothes, stuffed them into a travel bag, and hurried out of the house. Walking to the door of the apartment, he suddenly remembered that he hadn't opened a mailbox in three days. The mailbox is packed. He grabbed it out and walked towards the parking lot as he flipped over. As usual, half of them were a jumble of advertising letters, demand notes from credit card companies, two or three hospital bills, bank statements, and so on. The last envelope was blank, with no provenance and no recipient. He pinched, bulging. Tearing open the envelope, it turned out to be a wallet. He hurriedly flipped through it, and it contained credit cards and driver's licenses, as well as ten dollars in cash. I took out my driver's license and looked at it, the name of the licensee was Ajie, male, obviously the name of a compatriot, the address was his apartment, but the unit number was 105, and Liu Tianyun lived in 103, and the mailboxes of the two families were next to each other. Last night was the weekend, so I probably went crazy somewhere, and I lost my wallet. Which kind person sent it back, but the postman threw it in the wrong mailbox. I'm sorry, buddy! Liu Tianyun thought about it while starting the car. What he was going to was Lao Tian's wine shop.

Three-eyed's addiction to cigarettes is almost over. He looked down at the car's electronic clock, it had been more than half an hour since they had passed, why hadn't they come back? Mu Zikuan never does things for more than half an hour, nothing will happen, right? He's stepped on this point twice, and the news given by the black dog shouldn't be a problem. The family of the head of the household went to the Genting Hotel in Malaysia to go out and play, and they will not come back until Sunday. While he was thinking wildly, there was a "poof" sound from the walkie-talkie in his hand.

Three-Eyes was in good spirits, and they were across the road! He hurriedly looked at both ends of the road, and made sure that there were no headlights shining on him, so he tapped his index finger on the walkie-talkie's flower tube. In the blink of an eye, two dark shadows ran across the road, but both looked a little bulky.

The two of them opened the left and right doors and climbed in, and the two originally empty travel bags bulged out, and when they were placed on the floor of the carriage, there was a sound of metal impacting. Mu Zikuan said in a low voice, "Okay! ”

"Where are you going?"

"Grandpa Qian's Lichun Courtyard!"

"Roger!"

Sanyan had just started the car and hadn't had time to put on his seatbelt. A truck crashed into them with a "clang", and in the blink of an eye, the three people who were good and decent were suddenly separated by heaven and earth. One was killed and one injured in the car, and the three eyes flew out of the car directly and smashed heavily on the road.

Mu Zikuan was trained when he was a police officer, and his reaction was slightly quicker. He escaped. Then he pretended to be dead and hid in the back seat, holding the gun tightly in his hand, and gently opened the safe. Blood slowly flowed down his head, like a large red centipede. He didn't move, letting it crawl down.