My Little Mom Is The Richest Man

Liuxia didn't wake her up because there was nothing about her outside. Mu Qiu holding the police officer's translation of the draft looked like some useless nonsense, but there was some information mixed in these nonsense.

It’s like the June communication content in my hand. The content on it was translated one by one by the police, but the content is like a bunch of meaningless words. Grouped together, I don’t even know that the above is conveying. What content.

"Have you translated it wrong? Didn't you see the content of Xiang's call?" Mu Qiu said in confusion, and the police officer standing by said, "We translated the contents one by one according to the above."

"But if the person who wrote this Morse code does not want people to translate what he wrote, they will hide what they want to say in a way between them. It is possible that the content the sender wants to convey is Only a few words above."

With that said, Mu Qiu would understand that the content above is not all the content of the communication between them. The message they really want to convey is only a part of it, but how do they know which part it is?

This makes it difficult for the people present. These police officers only know how to decipher the Morse code above, but how to find the true content of the translated result is completely unknown.

The true content of these drafts may be that Wang Fuqu and the people behind him will know how to find out. But Wang Fuqu was the one who grabbed Mu Xue, how could he ran to Mu Qiu to unlock the contents for him.

If he ran in front of Mu Qiu, he wouldn't have to get a fat beating first. Holding these drafts, Mu Qiu suddenly felt that the clue was broken again. He thought that after translating the above content, he could find Mu Xue's whereabouts.

As a result, the paper in hand didn't work at all. It was Yang Lingjun and Zhang Mou entering the room. Seeing the ugly faces of both Mu Xiao and Muqiu asked, what's wrong?

Mu Qiu explained to him that Zhang Mou, who was standing behind Yang Lingjun, said, "In other words, if you want to know the true content of this, you must know, what method did Wang Fuqu and the people behind him use to intercept the content? "

The five police officers on the side nodded, and Zhang Mou frowned and thought for a while and said, "Maybe I know how Wang Fuqu intercepted the content above!" Everyone looked at him in unison.

Zhang Mou repeated, "I said I might know how Wang Fuqu and the others communicated. I used to work with Wang Fuqu. It can be said to be his personal bodyguard. Some of his habits are more or less understood."

"For example, he likes to take singles when he takes everything, and he doesn't like to take doubles, but he doesn't take the odd numbers of 3 and 7. He also does this in the casino. He has never seen an even bet once. Only singular."

"You can use his special habit to try to decipher the above content." After listening to Zhang Mou's words, Mu Qiu immediately followed Zhang Mou's words and looked at the words on the draft.

Starting from the first page, just look at the singular, skip 3 and 7. There was too much content on the draft, and Mu Qiu found a few more pieces of paper and wrote on it.

Soon, although some drafts were divided into several pieces of paper to decipher the content, but the above content still felt a little too much. Mu Qiu read the deciphered content before discovering the secret.

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