Madam’s Identities Shocks the Entire City Again

Three hours later, the old man removed his eyes from the microscope and looked at the pills, his shoulders shaking with excitement.

I quickly found my phone and took a photo, dug out the few contacts in the communication, and sent it to the person with the note Q above.

*

It's still six o'clock in the afternoon in Beijing, which is a perfect time for summer.

Qiao Nian returned to the apartment and went upstairs to take a shower. Then she came out with a towel in her hand and wiped her shiny black hair.

As soon as she walked out, she saw her laptop on the table lit up.

She walked over, clicked on the notebook button with one hand, picked up the mineral water on the side with the other hand, unscrewed the cap, leaned against the desk, raised her head, her throat rolled up and down, and took a sip. water.

She screwed the lid on again, put down the mineral water, and opened the photo that Dement sent her without moving her eyebrows.

Above the photo is a series of obscure numbers.

Qiao Nian read the above experimental data at a glance, put his fingers on the mouse, and processed the photos calmly to ensure that no one would steal the data on the photos through the Internet.

After she finished all this, she picked up the towel again and planned to continue wiping her hair.

As a result, he received a call from Liang Conglin.

"Hello."

As soon as the call was connected, Liang Conglin asked her impatiently.

"Qiao Nian, do you still have the backup of the robot system you made this afternoon on your computer?"

The robotic system she made this afternoon?

Qiao Nian narrowed his eyes, a little surprised, and said softly: "No."

She has no habit of backing up, and basically everything she handles is a unique copy, including viruses that are hotly speculated outside, iris verification systems, etc.

When she first made it, she only had one copy and never made a backup.

What's more, the robot operating system mentioned by Liang Conglin was just a homework for participating in the competition. There was no reason for her to make a backup.

But Qiao Nian was keenly aware of the anxiety in his tone, her eyes darkened, and she whispered: "Principal Liang, what happened?"

"The USB flash drive you gave to Professor Du and the others was stolen!"

Liang Conglin had seen Qiao Nian's connections and strength in the illegal zone, and knew that she was more than just an ordinary student.

I didn't have so many scruples when talking to her, and told her the emergency situation at school without any secret: "We have already investigated in the security room, but we are not sure whether we can find the lost USB flash drive. I'm afraid if we find it, I didn’t even think of calling you until I got to the USB flash drive to see if you have a backup on your computer..."

"If you don't have a backup on your computer, we will have to find your USB flash drive..."

Qiao Nian raised her eyebrows and said in a surprised tone: "My USB flash drive was stolen?"

Who would steal a USB flash drive for nothing?

And the other party was able to enter the office of the computer teacher at Tsinghua University and steal things.

Qiao Nian's mind couldn't help but think of the few students she saw entering the office to move teaching materials when she left at noon.

Among them, there was one person who stood out among a group of computer students—Yin Wenzhi.

Did she do it?

Qiao Nian tilted her head, her skin was extremely white, her hanging eyelashes covered the emotions in her eyes, her neck lines were perfect and smooth, and her newly washed black hair made the skin around her neck even whiter.

"I don't have a backup on my computer."

"I know." On the other end of the phone, Liang Conglin's voice sounded extremely troubled: "I'll check the surveillance camera with the school teacher first to see who stole it, and try to recover the U disk. If I can't find it... let's find a way!"

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