Chapter 421: The Shocking Secret of the Cold-Blooded Killer! 2
No. 57 West Street...!
The fence here is twice as high as that of No. 58 West Street. It is quite difficult to work from a distance...
Even for a professional killer like Qin Feng, it is not easy to succeed without being discovered...
Before Qin Feng started hanging the wire, he did some self-psychological comfort...
This time is a critical one and will also be his last job as a killer...!!
Success or failure will determine his future life path.
He must be more cautious...
The small smoke bomb in his hand was thrown fiercely in the direction farthest from the main hall. When everyone's attention was focused there...
He used those few seconds to sneak into Compound No. 57 at a flying speed.
Then, he rushed towards the main hall...!!
There are countless antiques there, and there are hundreds of ancient paintings alone...
How was he going to find that safe in such a short amount of time?!!
Qin Feng looked around for a long time and found that all the paintings were landscape paintings such as orchids and bamboos, and there was only one...
It’s a picture of a lady...!!
The beauties in the lady picture are extremely graceful and luxurious, with a bit of Mrs. Long's look in them.
Qin Feng knew, it was like that...!!
He rushed over at lightning speed and pulled up the painting...
The walls were empty, with no trace of anything that could be explored...
This, what is going on?
Qin Feng's brows furrowed tightly...
My palms are slightly sweaty...
So I quickly flipped through a few ancient paintings, but I still didn't see anything strange on the wall...
Turning around, he stood in front of the picture of the lady again and opened the painting...
Touch it gently with your palm...
That layer of white was actually soaked with sweat, and a row of digital code symbols appeared looming...
It turns out that Mrs. Long hid the password box so perfectly...
What exactly is the password?!
Mrs. Long did not reveal it inside the doll.
I guess I'm afraid that Mr. Long will accidentally find out?!
What exactly is it?
He tried his own birthday and it was wrong, he tried Mrs. Long’s birthday and it was wrong, and Mr. Long’s birthday was wrong too...
He was so worried that he looked confused, what on earth was it?!
The last line of the letter flashed through my mind...
The strokes of his name?
Enter again, still wrong...!!
Qin Feng was a little confused. What kind of riddle was this Mrs. Long playing?!