Lose 100 million today

Chuzheng looked through the entire house and found nothing useful, not even anything related to Simpson Fergus.

Chuzheng went downstairs while thinking.

Click——

Chuzheng was standing on the stairs, and a dark shadow was moving in from downstairs. The slight sound made the shadow stop in surprise.

"boom!"

The black shadow moved quickly and shot Chu Zheng with the weapon in his hand.

Chuzheng pressed the handrail and jumped down.

The dust was blown up by the wind and filled the air, mixed with the smell of gunpowder, which was a bit pungent.

"Bang bang bang——"

The shadow fired several times, and the bullets grazed Chuzheng's cheek. She bent down and attacked the shadow at a tricky angle.

In close combat, Black Shadow can no longer use the weapon in his hand.

Heiying's boxing and kicking skills are very good, and he is as slippery as a loach.

He tried to distance himself several times, but Chuzheng was able to seal him off every time.

Wow——

boom--

Things in the living room were affected, and the furniture was even more damaged.

Clang——

The sofa overturned on the floor. The shadow stepped on the sofa and jumped to the other side. The sofa overturned again.

Bang!

The black shadow staggered and hit the floor, sending up bursts of dust.

"do not move!"

The black shadow put his hands on the ground and paused as he tried to get up, then looked up at the girl standing in front of him.

She couldn't be more beautiful. Blonde hair is a conspicuous presence no matter where it is.

The girl's face was expressionless, with a kind of indifference and alienation that kept strangers away.

The girl's voice was clear and cold: "Who are you? Why are you so dark?"

Although the light here is not strong, it is not enough for her to look at him for a long time. This person is all dark and dark, as if he has been painted with carbon, right?

Black Shadow: "..." Is this your focus?

-

Chuzheng tied up Heiying, who never spoke a word from the beginning to the end. If she wasn't sure that he was not a robot, she would have doubted whether it was a robot.

The weirdest thing is that his skin seems to be black all over his body.

Chuzheng took out a knife from the cabinet and gestured at the black shadow: "Is your skin black, or is it some kind of high-tech product?"

The shadow remained silent.

OK!

I will do it myself!

Chu Zheng was not merciful to a person who wanted to kill him.

After a minute, Chuzheng was sure that he had dark skin.

It's normal for black people to be black, but it's not normal for them to be blackened into coal balls.

"Who asked you to kill me?" This person just wanted to kill her, and he clearly wanted to kill her.

"can you speak?"

"..."

"You can just squeak to let me know you're not mute."

"..."

Chuzheng took two steps back a little irritably, and the floor beneath her feet suddenly sank.

Chuzheng: "!!!"

Grass!

Chuzheng turned her head and looked at the place where she stepped. The floor was under the sofa and was blocked by the sofa and carpet just now.

Chuzheng didn't dare to move away immediately.

Who knows if there will be any mechanism after moving it.

To be on the safe side, she first used silver wire to protect herself before jumping to the side.

There was no danger, it was just that the ground opened a passage leading below.

Chuzheng: "..."

Has no one ever moved the sofa to look at it?

Chuzheng thought about it but it was wrong. This place was very close to the sofa, but it should not be under the sofa, but could be stepped on when sitting down.

She had stepped back and forth just now, but did not directly step on the switch.

Are there any other conditions needed?

Chuzheng looked around at the messy furniture that had been damaged. She didn't know where she had touched it just now.

No matter, let's go down and take a look first.

Chuzheng grabbed the black figure, found a flashlight, and led him down.

The passage was spiraling, and Chu Zheng felt that he had walked for at least three minutes before he saw the bottom.

Chuzheng looked around with a flashlight. The whole space was not big, only about twenty square meters. It was divided into two spaces by bookshelves.

The shadow's eyes followed the light of Chuzheng's flashlight, and he didn't know what he was looking at.

Chuzheng dragged him to the corner. Heiying was wondering what she wanted to do. He saw her pick up the wooden stick in the corner and hit him head on.

Plop——

The shadow fell to the ground, and in the end he only saw the girl holding the wooden stick with her hands, bending down slightly. The cold face in his pupils was enlarged, blurred, and doubled, and finally fell into darkness.

Chuzheng tied Heiying to the side and tied him directly into a cocoon.

Um!

This is much safer!

【……】

After finishing these things, Chuzheng began to look around.

Chuzheng found a document signed by Simpson Fergus on the table, as well as some other items.

This should be something from Simpson Fergus.

Most of them are about biological sciences and genes.

Chuzheng also found several documents about TID from the table, but they were ordinary financial documents and nothing important.

Chuzheng threw down the documents and sat down on the chair with a headache.

What does this tid do?

Chuzheng kicked the table irritably, and the flashlight standing on the table fell down, illuminating the documents on the table.

Chuzheng glanced at it with his peripheral vision, then moved back the next second, quickly took out two pictures and overlapped them, and then shined a flashlight on them.

After the papers are overlapped, some letters will disappear, and some letters will form new words with the letters on the paper above, and connect them into new sentences.

Chuzheng looked at the documents on the table, her eyes darkened slightly.

With the advancement of technology, people will forget the most primitive encryption methods.

Chuzheng thought about the file she hadn't cracked yet, and now she had a new idea.

-

When Feng Yan returned home, he found that the living room was occupied by two huge bookshelves, and there were many books and papers scattered on the floor.

Chuzheng was sitting on the sofa, flipping through a book.

He remained silent and closed the door: "How did you get in?"

"Your password can't stop me." Chuzheng closed the book with a snap: "Are you really going to lock me out?"

"..."

Feng Yan was very angry at the time, so he changed his password directly.

But he also knew that with her ability, cracking the code would be a piece of cake.

Does he really want to chase Chu Zheng away?

He probably doesn't want to...

At that time it was just to scare her.

But people ignored him at all.

Feng Yan changed the subject: "Where did this bookshelf come from?"

"I moved back."

"...What's the use?" Moved to his living room!

"Simpson Fergus' bookshelf." I don't know what it's for, so I'll move it back first.

"..."

Feng Yan didn't want Chu Zheng to find them, so he sent people to find those people himself.

But Chuzheng's movements were obviously faster.

Feng Yan walked to the books on the shelf: "Is this the one we are looking for?"

"Um."

Feng Yan looked through the gap in the bookshelf and saw a dark thing hanging on the stairs opposite.

He calmed down and asked as calmly as possible: "So... what is that?"

Chuzheng looked over, her eyes calm and calm: "I wanted to know too, so I brought him back."