Inside the envelope was a small, palm-sized notebook, which was densely packed with records, line after line of numbers. They were connected together and completely incomprehensible, but since it was inside, it couldn't be a prank.
And on the title page of the small book, there is also a small USB flash drive. If you guessed correctly, the things in it should be related to the dense numbers on the small book, right?
Bo Junchen frowned.
He didn't care what was in the USB flash drive, and he didn't bother to decipher the password in the notebook.
The only thing he cared about from beginning to end was Bo Jinghan. And just now, when he saw the totem on the envelope, he thought of Bo Jinghan almost immediately. Because he knew that the totem on the envelope was the representative of the Assassination Alliance, and that's why
, he dared to be sure that this matter had an absolute relationship with Bo Jinghan!
Even if she didn't personally supervise it, it was still under her instruction.
The management of the Assassination League has always been extremely strict.
The elites in the alliance have always taken orders from the leader of the alliance.
Therefore, the information in Bo Jinghan's hands and the token that can command everyone are so coveted.
Could it be because of this that Jinghan is in danger?
Whenever he thinks about this problem, Bo Junchen can't help but frown.
He was really worried about that girl's safety, after all -
He turned the envelope in his hand over and over again, but apart from those two things, he didn't see any other problems.
At this moment, a bold man came over curiously. The man was obviously very interested in what Bo Junchen was holding, so he reached out to ask for it and looked over it over and over. Like Bo Junchen, he also
After opening the notebook and flipping through it from beginning to end, I became interested and wanted to decipher it.
However, other curious people did not dare to get close to Bo Junchen, but they had no fear of the man. Seeing that he was happily playing alone, they all came over to take a look. A group of people were discussing in whispers, each expressing his or her own opinion.
Some people even suggested that the half of the envelope that was not stained with blood should be soaked in the blood on the ground to see if any words could be formed, thereby finding some clues.
The person in charge of the scene realized that he could no longer control the situation and quickly called the police.
At the same time, an ambulance call was made.
During this gap, his men had found Quan Leng lying in a pool of blood from under the giant chandelier.
Perhaps the target of this conspiracy is Quan Leng.
Therefore, the lamp hit his head impartially, leaving a bloody gash ten centimeters long from his forehead to the base of his ear. The wound was everted, and blood spurted out in spurts. That was full of blood.
The head and face were covered in blood, it was so hideous and terrifying that it chilled people's hearts!
Damn, this person can’t be...
Isn't it dead?
Putting down the phone, the person in charge held the communication intercom in his hand tightly, with a pale face, and walked toward the unconscious Quan Leng with trembling steps.
Stepping on the red carpet that had a lot of blood seeping into it, he didn't care anymore. When he got there, he immediately knelt down and put his hand tremblingly to Quan Leng's nose.
After confirming that he was still breathing slightly, he breathed a sigh of relief.
"Uu——"
Taking a long breath, the man reached out and patted his chest, then touched the cold sweat on his forehead, and silently prayed to God in his heart.
