Chapter 863

Chapter 863

[Zodiac group] has the largest group withdrawal event in history.

Bai Xiaohu was still immersed in bewildered emotions and couldn't extricate himself.

And Li Qiao and Bai Yan had already started the action of 'checking the list'.

At this time, Bai Yan cast a gloomy glance at Bai Xiaohu, licking his cheek, his eyes were dangerous.

He was beaten by another father's men?

If such words are spread, Bai Yan will lose face?

"These thirteen people, stop the information comparison."

Li Qiao concentrated on typing on the keyboard, staring at the screen, tilted her cheek slightly, and said something to Bai Yan.

Bai Yan pursed his lips and looked away, leaning lazily on the back of the chair, "Are you sure you died of mad cow disease?"

"Yeah." Li Qiao slid the mouse and clicked twice, "There is no abnormality in age, identity and background. Xiao Hongdao has no contact with them, so he won't do anything."

It is true that Li Qiao had nothing to do, so she happened to use Bai Yan's system to screen the information of the victim who was shot and killed by Xiao Hongdao in the surveillance on August 12th.

Bai Yan unhurriedly deleted the list in the information comparison, and then casually glanced at Li Qiao's computer interface, feeling something was wrong.

He leaned on the armrest and stood up straight, looking intently, Jun's face darkened, "Don't tell me, you hacked into the British Emperor's Statistics Bureau."

A while ago, in order to help Li Qiao find someone, Bai Yan's hacker account stayed in the background of the Bureau of Statistics for three days.

Later, the loopholes in the system were discovered by the other party's network security officer, and it took him a lot of effort to erase the hacker's path and traces.

If Li Qiao hacks again, the IP addresses will overlap, and there is no guarantee that she will not be discovered.

At this time, Li Qiao was writing the code indifferently, and when she heard Bai Yan's question, she answered casually: "No. It's the population information archive of the British Emperor's General Administration."

Bai Yan shifted his gaze to look at Li Qiao, and said with a smirk: "Then do you know that the population information archive belongs to the... Bureau of Statistics."

Li Qiao blinked, "Oh."

Bai Yan rolled up his sleeves and wanted to beat her up. His palm landed half a centimeter above her head. He gritted his teeth and messed up Li Qiao's ball head, "Yes, yes, yes."

Li Qiao patted his paw away without raising her head, and continued to sift through the information, "There are still 18 lists, which can be deleted."

"You do it yourself."

Bai Yan leaned heavily on the back of the chair and hummed angrily.

This time, she finally caught Li Qiao's attention. She turned her head and raised her eyebrows, "What do you want?"

Bai Yan pressed the shortcut key on the keyboard, gritted his teeth and said with a smile: "I won't let you deal with the aftermath?"

"Okay." Li Qiao reluctantly accepted his words.

Bai Yan looked at her fair and indifferent cheeks, rubbed his forehead, and began to resign himself to help patch the loopholes in the population information archive, in order to prevent the other party's network security personnel from noticing the clues.

So, for the next few hours, Li Qiao cracked the program at the front desk, while Bai Yan quietly repaired the program in the background.

So much so that the computer room of the population information archive of the British Emperor's General Administration did not realize that the background had been invaded.

Because whenever the early warning system reminds that the program has been tampered with, the network security officer logs in to the background and checks that the program is intact.

After coming and going, the security officer was so annoyed that he directly turned off the early warning system.

Garbage system, blind fucking warning.

...

It was three o'clock in the afternoon, and Li Qiao was sitting in the living room with a sleepy expression, hiccupping from time to time, which was a sign of morning sickness.

There were also sour plum slices on the table, but she didn't want to eat any of them.

The smell of oily smoke in the air is a bit strong, coming from the open kitchen.

Li Qiao supported her forehead, covered her stomach with one hand, and suppressed the morning sickness reaction with non-stop swallowing movements.

After a while, she felt a lot relieved, and just as she was about to pick up the sour plum slices, Bai Yan walked over from the kitchen with her rice bowl in hand.

"You didn't eat much at noon. I fried a bowl of rice for you. I didn't add much chopped green onion. Take a bite first. At five o'clock, I will take you to the night market."

All the restaurants and snacks in Feicheng are concentrated in the night market street, and they don't open until five o'clock in the evening.

Li Qiao looked at the bowl of fried rice with 'not much chopped green onion', which was white and green. After feeling nauseous for a while, she left the sour plum box, got up and went to the bathroom.

Bai Yan was holding his rice bowl, listening to the sound of vomiting coming from inside, with a blank expression on his face.

The food he cooks can not only wrap the stomach, but also has the function of inducing vomiting?

Naturally, Li Qiao didn't eat that bowl of rice, and Bai Yan simply gave it to Bai Xiaoniu.

Holding the rice bowl, Bai Xiaoniu let out a 'wow', "Brother Yan, so much rice?"

Finally, it's not fried green onion and rice.

Bai Yan kicked him, "Get out."

Li Qiao returned to the bedroom and lay on her back on the bed, staring at the ceiling in a daze.

Feicheng's basic necessities of life can't be compared with Nanyang's, and there is no Shang Yu around her, so she feels empty even when she sleeps at night.

Habits have been deeply buried in the bones, and a slight change will make people feel at a loss.

Li Qiao rested her arms on top of her head, sighed slightly, and lay down with her eyes closed for a while, feeling a little sleepy.

In the haze of her thoughts, she suddenly thought of one thing.

Where did Jin Rong go?

She and Shang Yu left home at the same time, a day and a night had passed, and Jin Rong didn't even bother.

Li Qiao felt more and more unusual, slowly opened her eyes and then narrowed them again, did she lose her secrets?

...

At half past five, the night market.

Li Qiao followed Bai Yan to his fried rice stall, followed by Bai Xiaoniu and Bai Xiaohu.

There are not many people in the night market tonight, and there are very few diners.

Although Li Qiao has been away from Fei City for a long time, she knows the situation in this city very well.

Once this happens, 80% of new forces will enter or provoke.

Because when she and Bai Yan occupied Fei City back then, the neighborhood and night market were almost deserted and depressed.

Bai Xiaohu moved out a few tables and chairs from the dining car of the fried rice stall. After Li Qiao sat down, she carefully observed her surroundings, "What is the origin of the other party?"

Holding a spatula in his hand, Bai Yan tilted his head to look at her, his eyes were complicated and... pitiful.

His proud mascot was indeed spoiled by Shang Shaoyan.

Bai Xiaohu looked left and right, and didn't dare to talk too much. After wiping the table with a rag, he strolled around the night market to solicit business.

Bai Xiaoniu didn't think too much about it. He bent down on the table and explained Li Qiao's confusion: "Sister, I heard that there are four of them. The boss seems to be surnamed Hei, and Xiaohu called him Hei Daddy. Brother Yan met them yesterday." , was beaten by the opponent's men."

After finishing the words, the spatula flew towards Bai Xiaoniu through the wind and hit the back of Bai Xiaoniu's head directly.

Immediately afterwards, Bai Yan's sullen call sounded near the relatively quiet fried rice stall, "Bai Xiaoniu, do you want to die?"

Li Qiao only grasped one important point.

She looked at Bai Yan's gloomy cheek dripping with ink, and sarcastically said each word, "You were beaten by the opponent's men?"

Bai Yan's Adam's apple paused, and he instinctively said, "Stop fucking nonsense."

To be precise, the injury at the corner of his mouth was not caused by someone hitting him, but... an accidental injury.

At that time, he was going to meet with the other party. He had just walked to the seat of the commercial vehicle, and he hadn't put on the posture of the boss of Feicheng, but the door of the driver's cab was suddenly pushed open. Bai Yan couldn't guard against it. Almost drew a gun and slaughtered the city on the spot.