My Little Mom is the Richest

But a converter connected to this line still retained their recent communication information. It was that small thing that gave Mu Qiu and the others a clue.

The converter encrypts the communication content between the two computers and inputs it to the other party's computer. But it also has a part of the storage function, that is, this storage function has left the recent phone calls between Wang Fuqu and the person behind it.

After Liu Xia caught this flaw, she urgently retrieved the remaining information on it. There should be one converter on both computers. Even if the other party removes the converter, Wang Fuqu will still leave information.

The people behind the scenes were probably aware of this problem. The purpose of the group of mercenaries last night might not only be to get rid of Mu Qiu's group, but also to dismantle Wang Fuqu's converter.

It’s just that both tasks have not been completed. Pages with Morse code are neatly arranged on Liu Xia’s computer. Most people are unfamiliar with this kind of symbols that are similar to words but are not words.

Except for those who have specially studied it, it is difficult for others to translate the content. After Liang Guodong went out, Mu Xiao also asked Liu Xia to go down and take a rest. The translator would not come until a while later.

Liu Xia dragged her sleepy body out of the room, and Zhang Mou had already fallen asleep on the sofa. The table was full of leftovers from their meals. Liu Xia sighed. She worked so hard but couldn't even get a meal.

Now I am really sleepy and hungry. A figure walked out of the room opposite. It was Yang Lingjun, who was still awake.

"The bed in this room has been made for you. You can go and rest first."

"Oh." Liu Xia said nonchalantly, but she felt a little sweet in her heart. When he passed by Yang Lingjun, he stopped him and said, "There are some vegetable buns here for you." A plastic bag contained two or three steaming buns.

Liu Xia looked up at Yang Lingjun, who was a head taller than him, with an expressionless face.

"What? Don't want it? Then I'll take it and eat it myself." Liu Xia grabbed her hand as she was about to take it back. "Give it to me. You know I like to eat vegetable buns, so you have some conscience."

Yang Lingjun glanced at her disdainfully, but did not say anything harmful to her. After grabbing the bun from Yang Lingjun's hand, Liu Xia returned to the opposite room alone and could finally rest for a while.

It would take four people at least three hours to translate the Morse code on the computer, and I would have three hours of rest. With special police and teammates guarding the outside, there won't be much of a problem.

Yang Lingjun lay down on the sofa opposite Zhang Mou, always holding his sniper rifle beside him. The person who translated Morse code arrived at the villa half an hour later. The slight sound of going upstairs woke up Yang Lingjun who was resting.

He opened his eyes and saw five people in police uniforms coming up, and then closed his glasses again. Snipers are highly alert and will not let themselves fall asleep unless they are in a particularly safe place.

Under normal circumstances, Yang Lingjun would remain half asleep and half awake. After several police officers entered the room, they followed Mu Qiu's instructions and began to translate the contents of Liu Xia's computer.

During this period, neither Mu Qiu nor Mu Xiao took a break, staring closely at the draft of the translation in the police officer's hand. Three hours passed quickly. Yang Lingjun woke up from his half-sleep first, followed by Zhang Mou. . ,,.