Daddy, Here Is Mommy

3Mo Ye stared at the document for a few seconds. Suddenly, his vision went black and his vision started to blur.     1

    

He quickly closed his eyes and pinched his nose. Then, slowly pull open the heavy eyelids.    

    

His eyes seemed to be covered by a mist. Lowering his eyes, he couldn't see any black words at all.    

    

He hurriedly rubbed his eyes again, starting to feel slightly flustered in his heart.    

    

He didn't know why, but Lin Sheng told him that someone had secretly helped him solve the Dark Net's crisis. But in the end, his heart was still not at ease, as if something was going to happen.    

    

When he looked at the document in front of him again, the words seemed to blur.    

    

Crack.    

    

Mo Ye was instantly upset and closed the document heavily. Next, a hand supported his forehead, allowing the blurry light in his eyes to gradually fade into the air.    

    

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'X 'Group.    

    

After eating, Qian Jingchuan slept soundly on the sofa.    

    

If he failed the mission, the pressure in his heart could be imagined. However, he did not let the pressure increase. Instead, he chose to release it.    

    

This time, he slept soundly. It was only when the alarm rang that he woke up.    

    

After taking a cold shower and changing into a set of loose and clean clothes, he returned to his desk.    

    

Drops of water still hung at the ends of his hair.    

    

At this moment, his mental state had reached its peak, and his mind was completely clear.    

    

After typing in the password, Qian Jingchuan once again saw Lin Ange reading a book under the cherry tree.    

    

Ye Zichen thought about how emotional Gu Yunxiao was towards her.    

    

Qian Jingchuan picked up his coffee cup and took two sips. As the bitterness seeped down his throat, his mind became increasingly clear.    

    

He entered a string of special characters and entered the dark net again.    

    

In the dark net, all sorts of information were messed up, and they were all 'secret messages'. A person who wasn't familiar with this was no different from reading the Book of Heaven.    

    

He hid his path and identity and issued a 'search warrant'.    

    

Less than half an hour.    

    

Andre, who was in the slums of the holy city, read the message.    

    

His sunken eyes narrowed, the corners of his mouth lifted, and a faint, ironic smile spread across his thin face.    

    

"Lord Fifth is so awesome! I can't believe you've thought of this."    

    

He muttered under his breath and placed both hands on the keyboard.    

    

Qian Jingchuan didn't think that someone would contact him so soon. He frowned and used the 'code word' to greet the person.    

    

Ten minutes later.    

    

He had an important clue.    

    

The person who had attacked the 'torpedo' was a unknown newcomer in the world of hackers. Currently, he was still a college student.    

    

Qian Jingchuan frowned as he found it hard to believe.    

    

How could a newbie be so powerful? More importantly, how was he able to find the flaw in the 'torpedo' in such a short period of time?    

    

Unless he was very familiar with the Torpedo?    

    

But apart from him, the only person who was so familiar with the procedure was the author himself.    

    

This person was clearly joking with him.    

    

Qian Jingchuan's heartstrings tightened and he directly darkened the other party's vision.    

    

Andre looked at the dark box with a smile, the sarcasm on his face getting deeper and deeper.    

    

"You don't believe me?!" "Hehe …"    

    

He immediately logged out of the dark net and found a movie to watch.    

    

Sunset. The sun was setting.    

    

The already dark room was suffused with eerie light. From time to time, terrifying sounds could be heard coming from the old and worn-out computer. The air in the room condensed into a mass of dead energy.    

    

… ….    

    

Holy Land Asian Academy of Arts.    

    

Outside.    

    

At the French restaurant.    

    

Just as Yuwen Qingge followed Yuwen Qingfeng and Bo Yunfei into the room, the melodious sound of a violin slowly reached her ears.    

    

As far as the eye could see, the restaurant was decorated with flowers and balloons, all filled with warmth and romance.    

    

It was time for dinner, and apart from them, there was no one else in the restaurant.