"call--"
I don’t know how long he had been busy with his head down, but Bai Jike finally looked up from the computer.
Unlike the pure look he showed on the stage, this time, his eyes were blocked by his falling hair, and the remaining ink color in his pupils was extremely dark.
"Three of you, I have very important news to tell you."
When talking about news related to his profession, Bai Jike's tone became calm and firm.
Zhuo Yang and Ye Yiwei had never seen Bai Jike like this, and they were stunned.
Qiao Huan asked: "Xiao Bai, what did you find?"
"The third episode of recording will begin tomorrow, and I just happened to detect that someone was preparing the background data needed for the virtual idol to perform on stage this time."
"So, I secretly observed them for a while. I wanted to see what kind of show they would produce tomorrow."
"As a result, I discovered that a group of data from overseas was providing remote support to help form the virtual idols."
"And their terminal address looks particularly familiar to me..."
Bai Jike magnified the content displayed on the screen and said coldly.
Among the densely packed data on the monitor, two seemingly unrelated items were marked in red.
The address of the terminal responsible for providing technical support to the virtual idol actually overlaps to a certain extent with the address where the funds of the smuggling case that Bai Jike investigated at the beginning finally flowed to!
The clues of the case overlapped again.
"You mean, this virtual idol is related to Ling Ji and Ren, the beneficiary of that funding?" Zhuo Yang asked quickly.
Xiao Bai nodded. "I'm afraid so. I investigated them for three months, and the ultimate beneficiary of their smuggling case has not revealed anything."
"But as soon as the virtual idol appeared, a place very close to his address was displayed on my side."
"If you say this matter has nothing to do with him, I don't believe it myself."
After Bai Jike finished speaking, he immediately sent the clues he had found back to the center.
After listening to Bai Jike's words, Qiao Huan and Ye Yiwei quickly fell silent.
Their keen intuition reminded them that this matter was probably far beyond their control.
"Why!"
Just when everyone was thinking about the case in hand, Zhuo Yang suddenly shouted.
“Oh no!”
The three men were shocked.
"What happened to Brother Zhuo?!"
"Did someone break in?"
Knowing that they were in crisis, the nerves of several people were already in a highly tense state.
And the shout from the most down-to-earth teammate at the moment made them subconsciously start looking for all the weapons at hand for self-defense.
The secret room, which was originally extremely quiet, suddenly began to hear the sound of clanging.
“What are you doing…”
When Zhuo Yang finally sent a message to calm Jiang Ji down, this was the scene he saw when he looked up from his phone screen:
Qiao Huan was holding a stool leg that he had taken from somewhere and peeking out through a small gap in the window;
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[MTL-English] The National Men's Team Debuted!
HumorQiao Huan's internship task in the senior year of the police academy is to enter a certain entertainment company as an undercover agent and obtain evidence of its parent company's tax evasion, exploitation of employees, etc. To the outside world, hi...