My Little Mom is the Richest

Liu Xia didn't wake her up because there was nothing to do with her outside. When Mu Qiu took the draft of the police officer's translation, it looked like useless nonsense, but there was some information mixed in among the nonsense.

Just like the communication content from June in your hand, the content was translated one by one by the police, but the content is like a bunch of meaningless words. When put together, you have no idea what it is conveying. What content.

"Did you make a mistake in the translation? I didn't see the content of Xiang's call on it?" Mu Qiu said doubtfully, and the police officer standing aside said, "We translated it one by one according to the content above."

"But if the person who wrote this Morse code doesn't want others to translate what he wrote, he will use a method between them to hide what he wants to say. It is possible that what the sender wants to convey is These are just a few words on it.”

After saying this, Mu Qiu understood that the content above was not all the communication between them. The message they really wanted to convey was only part of it, but how did they know which part it was?

This confused the people present. These police officers only knew how to decipher the Morse code above, but it was not clear how to find the real content in the translated results.

The real content in these drafts may only be found out by Wang Fuqu and the people behind him. But Wang Fuqu was the one who caught Mu Xue, so how could she run to Mu Qiu and unravel the contents for him.

If he ran up to Mu Qiu, he would have to get a beating first. Holding these drafts, Mu Qiu suddenly felt that the clues were broken again. She thought that she could find Mu Xue's whereabouts after translating the above contents.

As a result, the paper in his hand had no effect at all. It was Yang Lingjun and Zhang Mou who walked into the room. Seeing the ugly faces of Mu Xiao and Mu Qiu, they asked, "What's wrong?"

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

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

Zhang Mou repeated, "I said that I might know the way Wang Fuqu and the others communicate. I used to work with Wang Fuqu. I can be said to be his personal bodyguard. I know more or less some of his habits."

"For example, he likes to take odd numbers and doesn't like even numbers when taking things, but he won't take odd numbers like 3 and 7. He is the same in the casino. I have never seen him bet on even numbers. Only odd numbers.”

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

Starting from the first page, only look at odd numbers, skipping 3 and 7. There was really too much content in the draft, so Mu Qiu found a few more pieces of paper and wrote on it.

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