Chapter 2290: Customized Lovers (25)

Chu Zheng looked at the entire house and found nothing useful, not even those related to Simpson Fergus.
Chuzhen went downstairs while thinking.
Click
Chuzhen stood on the stairs, and a dark shadow moved downstairs, and the slight noise stopped the dark shadow.
"boom!"
The shadow moves quickly, and the weapon in his hand is fired at Chuzhen.
Chuzhen jumped down on the handrail.
The dust was carried by the wind and diffused into the air, mixed with the smell of gunpowder, and a little pungent.
"Bang-bang--"
Hei Ying fired several shots, the bullet rubbed Chuzhen's cheek, and her body bent down, attacking Hei Ying at a tricky angle.
In melee, Black Shadow can no longer use the weapon in his hand.
Black Shadow's fists and kung fu are very powerful, slippery like a slime.
He tried to distance himself a few times, but unfortunately, Chuzheng could kill him every time.
Wow--
boom--
Things in the living room were affected, and the furniture was more damaged.
哐 Dang
The sofa tipped on the floor, and Hei Ying stepped on the sofa and jumped to the other side, and the sofa turned over again.
Huh!
Heiying stunned, smashed on the floor, and splashed dust.
"do not move!"
Hei Ying supported the ground with both hands, and looked up at the girl standing in front of her.
It looks so pretty. No matter where the blond hair is, it is conspicuous.
The girl was expressionless, and there was a kind of indifference and alienation that people should not enter.
The girl's voice was clear and cold: "What are you so black?"
Although the light here is not strong, it will not be so long as she looks at it for a long time. This person is all black and black, right?
Black Shadow: "..." Is this your focus?
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Chuzhen tied the black shadow, and the other party never talked. From the beginning to the end, if he wasn't sure that he was not a robot, she would doubt that it was a robot.
The weirdest man seemed to have dark skin all over his body.
Chuzheng turned a knife out of the cabinet and made a gesture to the shadow: "Do you have dark skin, or is it a high-tech product?"
The shadow is silent.
Row!
I will do it myself!
For a person who wants to kill himself, Chuzheng is not soft.
After a minute, Chuzhen determined that he had dark skin.
Blacks are normal, but black coals are not normal.
"Who asked you to kill me?" But this man just started to die, clearly he wanted to put her to death.
"can you speak?"
"..."
"You squeak to let me know that you are not dumb."
"..."
Chuzheng stepped back a little fiercely, and the floor on which she stepped suddenly sank.
Hatsune: "!!!"
grass!
Chu Zheng turned her head to look at where she stepped on. This floor was under the sofa and was blocked by the sofa and carpet just now.
Chuzhen did not dare to move away immediately.
Who knows if there will be an organ after moving away.
To be safe, she shielded herself with a silver thread before jumping away.
There is no danger, just a passage to the ground is opened.
Hatsune: "..."
Has anyone never looked away from the sofa?
Chuzheng thinks wrong, this place is very close to the sofa, but it should not be under the sofa, but you can step on it.
She also stepped on it back and forth, and did not directly step on the mechanism.
Are there any other conditions needed?
Chuzheng looked at the furniture that had been damaged in a mess around, but I didn't know where it was just now.
Regardless, let's go and see first.
Chu Zheng held the dark shadow, found a flashlight, and took him down.
The passage was spiraling, and Chuzheng felt that he had walked for at least three minutes before he saw the bottom.
Chuzheng illuminated the surroundings with a flashlight. The entire space was not large, and it was more than twenty flat. She was divided into two spaces by a bookshelf.
The shadow of HeiYing moved with the light of ChuZheng's flashlight, and he didn't know what he was looking at.
Chuzheng dragged him to the corner, and Heiying was wondering what she wanted to do, so she saw her picking up the stick in the corner and beating her head.
噗通
The dark shadow fell to the ground, only to see the girl holding the stick with her hand, and bent down slightly, the cold face enlarged, blurred, and doubled in his pupil, and fell into the darkest.
Chuzhen tied the shadow to the side and tied it directly into a cocoon.
Ok!
This is much safer!
[……]
With that in mind, Chuzhen began to look around.
Chuzheng found a copy of Simpson Fergus's signature on the table, as well as some other items.
This should be something of Simpson Fergus.
Most of the books on the bookshelf are about biological sciences and genes.
Chuzheng also found several documents about TID from the desk, but they were all ordinary financial documents and nothing important.
Chuzhen dropped the file and sat on the chair with a headache.
What exactly does this TID do?
Chuzheng kicked the table anxiously, and the flashlight standing on the table fell down, following the documents on the table.
Chu Zheng Yuguang swept at will, and moved back the next second, quickly pulled out two overlapped from the inside, and then flashed with a flashlight.
After the papers overlap, some letters will disappear, and some letters will form new words with the letters on the paper, forming new words.
Chuzhen looked at the documents on the table, her eyes dimmed.
With the development of science and technology, people will forget the most primitive encryption methods.
Chuzhen thought of the file she hadn't cracked, and she had a new idea at this time.
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Feng Feng returned home, and found that the living room was occupied by two huge bookshelves, and a lot of books and paper were thrown on the ground.
Chuzheng was sitting on the sofa, turning a book.
In silence, he closed the door: "How did you get in."
"You can't help me with that password." Chu Zheng snapped the book and said, "Do you really plan to shut me out?"
"..."
Feng Yan was very angry at that time, so he changed the password directly.
But he also knew that with her skills, cracking the password was a breeze.
Does he really want to catch Chuzhen?
He should not want to ...
It was just a scare for her.
But they ignored him at all.
Feng Yan shifted the topic: "Where does this bookshelf come from?"
"I moved back."
"... What's the use?" Moved to his living room!
"Simpson Fergus's bookshelf." I don't know what's the use, anyway, move back first.
"..."
Feng Yan didn't want Chuzheng to find him. He sent someone to find those people.
But apparently ChuZhu moves faster.
Feng Feng went to the bookshelf and swept the books on the bookshelf: "This is the person we are looking for?"
"Ok."
From the gap in the bookshelf, Feng Zheng saw a dark thing on the opposite side, hanging on the stairs.
He calmed down and asked as calmly as possible: "So ... what's that?"
Chuzhen looked down, calm in her eyes: "I also want to know, so I brought him back."