Chapter 681 She Can Understand Parma Language

Chapter 681 She Can Understand Parma Language

What role does that old Ming who can walk into the surveillance room play here?

He would show up at the divisional police station, and probably knew her identity as well.

Ming family...

Li Qiao thought about it and hacked into the police system again. Although the Ming family's information was protected at a high level, it only took her a few minutes to crack the protection code.

Then, the iron door of the detention room was knocked twice, and Li Qiao said please come in without raising her eyes.

There was a crackling sound of keys. The other party might be a novice. After trying seven or eight keys, he successfully opened the iron door of the detention room.

Li Qiao didn't look up, her eyes were fixed on Ming Zhiyuan's personal information.

Until the iron gate was carefully closed, Mo Jue, wearing a baggy police uniform and a police cap askew, ran up to Li Qiao, calling softly, "Ancestor, here I come."

Li Qiao didn't check for a while, and dropped her phone on the ground.

Mo Jue looked at her, bent down to pick up the phone, wiped it twice on his police uniform, and handed it over with a smile, "Here."

Li Qiao looked at Mo Jue expressionlessly, sighed heavily, covered the upper half of her face, and murmured: "How did you get here?"

Mo Jue would appear here, it was too scary, even Li Qiao was really startled.

Li Qiao pulled her to sit down, glanced at the police uniform on her body, "Where did you get it?"

Mo Jue rubbed his hands on his knees, glanced at her, and said shyly, "It's coming along."

Li Qiao picked up the keychain again and shook it in front of her, "This?"

"Hmm... that's fine."

Li Qiao pondered for a few seconds, actually...it also makes sense.

Mo Jue can come and go freely even the museum with the strictest security measures, not to mention the busy police station in broad daylight.

Who would have thought that she would dare to commit crimes under the noses of the police.

At this moment, Li Qiao pulled her lips and frowned helplessly, "Didn't I tell you to wait for me at home?"

"I'm afraid that they will force you into prostitution, so I want...to save you." Mo Jue saw that Li Qiao's face was unhappy, and her voice became smaller and smaller, until finally she almost whispered, "Ancestor, are you angry?"

Li Qiao who forced her into prostitution: "..."

If you are not educated, don't use idioms indiscriminately, okay?

That's called torture.

Li Qiao propped her elbows on her knees, lowered her head and sighed, then she remembered something again, "Did Luo Yu come with you?"

Mo Jue pursed his lips and shook his head, "I found it myself. On the way, I found out that the Cultural Park was burned, and many people were discussing the details, so I just wanted to try my luck."

Speaking of this, her eyebrows lit up, and she gestured while talking, "Then just now I squatted at the door and hacked into their road surveillance, and saw that you were brought here two hours ago."

Li Qiao looked at the agile Mo Jue, with a casual smile on her lips, "Then how did you guess that the burning of the Cultural Park was related to me?"

Mo Jue said without hesitation: "It must be a big accident to put you in the detention room. I also inquired about the police station in the Xincheng District next door. The biggest case there today is an old man touching porcelain."

Thief, indeed, lived up to his reputation.

Li Qiao handed her the fruit plate at hand, and hid the felt hat on her head that was protruding from the brim of the police hat, "Be careful when you go out later."

Mo Jue held the plate and stuffed fruit into his mouth, "Yeah, I reset the screen of the surveillance here, so no one will notice."

As she said that, she thought of something again, returned the plate to Li Qiao, unzipped the police uniform, and took out another... police uniform from her bosom, "Ancestor, I prepared it for you. Put it on, let's put it on." Let's go."

Li Qiao: "..."

Underestimated her.

"I'm not leaving, you go back first." Li Qiao looked at the police uniform and shook her head softly.

Mo Jue had fruit in his mouth, "Huh? Won't you leave?"

Li Qiao responded and patted her on the shoulder, "I can't leave yet, you go back first if you are obedient."

After the words fell, she picked up her mobile phone and dialed Luo Yu's number.

The other side was looking for people in the shopping malls, and Luo Yu, who was on the verge of being irritable, heard the news that Mo Jue had slipped into the detention room, his temples twitched twice, and he replied through grinding his teeth: "Got it, I'll go there right away."

Given her ability, she was able to walk into the detention room in broad daylight.

What kind of wine bags and rice bags are there in the divisional police stations?

Just as Mo Jue was reluctantly preparing to go back home, voices came from the corridor outside the prison.

The other party spoke the local language of Parma, and Li Qiao couldn't understand it, and didn't bother to delve into it.

She reopened the screen and continued to browse the Ming family's information.

But Mo Jue turned his back to the iron gate and listened attentively.

The two police officers outside the corridor passed by the detention room, saw Mo Jue in police uniform through the railing, didn't think much about it, glanced at them and continued to talk with a smile.

A few seconds later, Mo Jue Diandian ran back to Li Qiao's side, and asked with a fussy face, "Ancestor, did you really burn down the Cultural Park? They said they would pay 500 million in compensation, a lot of money."

Li Qiao's finger that slid the screen suddenly landed on the screen.

Not because of compensation of 500 million, but...

She slowly opened her eyelids, met Mo Jue's dark and clear almond eyes, and said slowly, "Do you understand Parma script?"

Mo Jue pressed the police cap, with an inexplicable expression, "I don't understand it, I don't know Parma, but I can understand it."

In fact, she can speak the languages ​​of many countries, because she often travels around the world, she learned them by ear.

Li Qiao's finger holding the phone tightened suddenly, "Are you twenty-three years old?"

"Yeah." Mo Jue clasped his fingers and answered Li Qiao's questions, "As long as I can remember, I know that I am one year old, and I will be one year older during the Chinese New Year, right?"

Have a memory of starting being one year old?

Li Qiao was amused by the thoughts that crossed her mind.

It's really incredible.

She put down her phone and pinched the center of her eyebrows, then looked into Mo Jue's crystal-clear eyes, and pouted outside the door, "Go back, follow the rain and don't run around, call me when you get home."

Li Qiao told Mo Jue the new number of her mobile phone, and after a few more words of advice, she reluctantly moved towards the door, "Ancestor, you really won't come with me?"

"Well, I have something else to do."

Mo Jue grabbed the railing with both hands, looked back at her, and said solemnly, "Then, if you want to go out, you can tell me at any time, don't do stupid things. It doesn't matter if you lose money, the boss is very rich."

Li Yan, who was looking for Mo Jue aimlessly in the streets of Farion, shivered unconsciously.

...

Mo Jue left, wearing that baggy police uniform, swaggering out of the police station.

It can be said that they came and went in a hurry, and... no one noticed.

After she left, Li Qiao leaned against the wall behind her, closing her eyes and thinking about Mo Jue's origin.

I was too surprised just now, so I forgot to ask her if she had been to Pama before.

With his stealthy instinct, it is not difficult to sneak into Parma without a visa or pass.

But if she had never been here, how did she learn the local language?

Parma belongs to an independent country. The language and culture here are all in their own line. People who have never set foot in it rarely take the initiative to learn this language...

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