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Then she saw a row of messy codes on the table.

Mu Shinian was not feeling well.

The entire screen was densely packed. Bo Qian's ten fingers moved very quickly, and he could barely keep up with her.

Mu Shinian roughly understood what it was. She asked tentatively, "What is this?"

"Surveillance of the subway station." After Bo Qian said that, he added with a sneer