Chapter 872
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Bo Jiu knew she had to take responsibility for this matter.
In reality, she wanted to take responsibility more than anyone else.
However, one day in the near future, the Almighty would definitely regret the decision he had made today.
Hence, she couldn't allow things to develop to that stage.
Bo Jiu only wanted one thing in her entire life.
When she was young, it was Qin Mo.
When she grew up, it was still Qin Mo.
He lay back down, raised his arms, and covered his eyes with a sigh of regret.
There would always be someone like that.
It's something you can't get no matter how much you want it.
Because she was afraid that one day, that person would look at her differently.
Bo Jiu had once thought about how great it would be if the Almighty could belong to her.
She wasn't good at cooking but she was good at instant noodles.
Besides, she was good at earning money.
The Almighty liked to read about deductions.
She could build a huge bookshelf for him.
But she could break away from that.
Most importantly, she could arrest the criminal.
She was a hacker and had been on the list every year.
Other than not hurting people, her methods of doing things were not allowed by the law, nor were they allowed by the Almighty.
It was one thing to clear her name, but it was another thing to capture her.
The Almighty had already expressed his intentions clearly.
Bo Jiu knew that it was a good thing for her. No one except the Almighty would want to help a criminal.
That was why Bo Jiu had been shocked.
She had even wondered if there would be a glimmer of hope.
But the reality was that they were both black and white.
Helping her was because the Almighty only cared about the matter and not the person.
In the future.
If there was such a day.
After her identity was exposed.
When the Almighty wanted her to take responsibility.
She would definitely bring him home to raise.
More importantly, the Almighty's suspicions wouldn't be dispelled so easily.
Bo Jiu was right.
If not, Fatty wouldn't have been studying the computer in the police station. The next day, he had some news and called Qin Mo.
"Young Master, I used the system recovery function and there are indeed traces of operation on the D drive. But the traces are missing, so I can't be sure if the computer has launched an attack." Fatty scratched his head and said, "That's because those traces might be a cache created when something was downloaded."
Speaking up to this point, Fatty paused. "Young Master, the computer in the coffee shop is clearly the one with the traces of a network attack. Why is Young Master so interested in this computer?"
Qin Mo didn't answer. Instead, he asked, "If we set up a mature defense program and pass it to someone else, will it affect its use?"
"If your skills are good, you probably won't." Fatty was telling the truth. "I've never played like this before."
Qin Mo listened to Fatty's words. In his mind, the youngster was indeed calm, even calmer than him. No matter how much his body liked it, his eyes were still clear and overly rational.
She had always been like this, never taking anything to heart. She could start at any time, and she could also end it at any time.
Thinking of this, Qin Mo clenched his fists. His black hair covered his body as he stood tall and straight. His expression couldn't be seen at all, but it was gloomy and cold …
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