The content of the commission was simple, at least for Lu Yao, but it came from a guy whose level of vigilance and need was recorded in the "extremely high risk" column in the small notebook in Lu Yao's mind that was constantly updated.
Mo Yunwan.
The initial avoidance could only be regarded as a joke. Lu Yao was bold by nature, and he really would not limit himself because of the possibility of making trouble.
At first, she found out that Mo Yunwan had a hobby of "those who go against me will suffer a good death", but she chose not to go too far and made things difficult for others. Even if she had opinions, it was really difficult to openly oppose her.
But when he later investigated the inside story, Lu Yao was simply horrified. For a while, when he saw Mo Yunwan passing by, he felt that it was outrageous that she was still working in the police station. Maybe it was not a fishing trap set by some shrewd leader above...
All in all, the methods this woman actually did were simply outrageous compared to the petty quarrel she seemed to have made with her vicious tongue. Although it is only aimed at outsiders, it is much more powerful than words.
Lu Yao was immediately frightened when he found out about this. From then on, he stayed away from Mo Yunwan's files, not wanting to cause any misunderstanding that would not be conducive to her working well.
As for this commission, it was Mo Yunwan, a first-level dangerous person, who came to the door and personally pulled Lu Yao to the forensic room to discuss the matter.
The process was nothing more than bargaining, and the result was that Lu Yao hacked into the backend of a small foreign website that had long since been shut down in front of his computer, and retrieved some old documents from the last century. As for Mo Yunwan, this "dangerous person" was there at that time. Supervisor at the back.
"It's just a piece left over thirty years ago. I don't know who took care of it. This abandoned piece can often be found in museums... There are also some files here, which I use to occupy memory? Wait, you want this? ?”
Just seeing the contents of the documents that Mo Yunwan had given her, Lu Yao, who was about to complain just now, was mute for half a minute.
"This is nonsense!"
At that time, Lu Yao lost his composure, which was simply unbelievable. She was reluctant to take a picture of her precious computer, and waved her hand in an unsatisfied way.
"Total site-directed genetic modification of animals, allowing mice to 'eliminate thinking defects' and actively create tools? What kind of thing is this? Is the boundary between higher organisms and lower organisms so easy to break through? And the experimental subjects escape and write science fiction novels!"
"After making this thing, can't I just grab a Nobel Prize in Chemistry and Medicine with just some scraps? If I were the organizing committee, I would have to discuss a single 'Nobel Prize in Biology' - the prerequisite is not to brag! A project almost thirty years ago ,How can this be!"
"You fucking want to expand to human experiments? Who wrote the project report? Do you understand the law? Do you think there are not enough scientists in the prison who are not ethical enough? No, the person who created this thing should be sent to him if others see it. Go check out the mental hospital!”
However, Mo Yunwan was unexpectedly calm.
Even though her major should be more relevant and understand the meaning given to it better, she just glanced at it and said, "Then, are there any similar documents?"
Lu Yao seemed to realize something, his pupils dilated slightly for a moment, but he quickly calmed down.
"It's easy for you to say, but hard for me to do." Lu Yao muttered awkwardly, "It's not like information just comes out of thin air - to put it bluntly, this is just a transfer station, it's very random..."
Mo Yunwan realized after listening to half of it that she didn't want to make a promise, so she took Lu Yao's mouse.
Right-click, delete, and return to the desktop.
Right click again and empty the recycle bin.
Then turned around and left.
Lu Yao was silent for a moment, and looked at the simple recycling bin for a few seconds.
This time she almost believed that Mo Yunwan could distinguish between public and private affairs. She had always been a loyal reader of classical mystery novels, and she had no interest in the detective novels in the new century that were full of computer attacks and defenses, genetic testing and surveillance cameras. Her reading only stopped at a glance. However, the research only stays on the surface.
Emptying a recycle bin would not help her recover data. In the eyes of Lu Yao, who had done data recovery dozens of times, it was like a muscle memory operation. As expected, Mo Yunwan's job as a forensic doctor was as if he was separated by a mountain. She didn't know this?
Just as she was lucky enough to think about it, she heard someone preparing to go out, and then she was cast a holding spell by two words.
"Wait a minute."
Lu Yao's cold sweat immediately flowed from his forehead, and one hundred and eight consequences of underestimating the enemy flashed through his mind. He felt deeply that working was not easy and he had to be vigilant at all times.
"Tell me if you find out anything else in your subsequent investigation." Mo Yunwan said calmly, "Not to help me, but also to protect yourself. I know you will definitely investigate, so I won't stop you."
etc.
What does "to protect yourself" mean?
This tone is similar to Liang An.
When someone leaves, Lu Yao's mind comes back. She smacked it herself, but she felt it was unpleasant.
It's her business to protect her own safety, but for others to say that...it seems a bit cowardly.
The concept of long-lived part-time work is crumbling, and the stubborn and unruly soul is ready to move. Lu Yao, who had not passed the rebellious stage and the second stage of middle school for a long time, took a breath, as if he had found his original intention in an instant.
In fact, Lu Yao did not find the extra documents that Mo Yunwan wanted, but she also realized what this attitude meant. Perhaps due to the subtle influence, she had reduced her curiosity to a tepid level, but it was different now.
The man named Lu remembered this. Lu Yao squinted her eyes and roughly reviewed the browsing history that was invalidly deleted by Mo Yunwan. She could trace back many messages using this thing, which was also her specialty.
But Lu Yao also felt something was wrong - when did Mo Yunwan care about people so much?
At the same time, in a corner unknown to Lu Yao.
"A silly spore."
In another room, Mo Yunwan threw the hot USB flash drive in his hand into the drawer, but his eyes fell on the window, as if waiting for something, and he sneered in the silence.
After recalling his own part, Lu Yao gradually frowned, looked at Jiang Qiu, and then looked at the great god on his phone who he had just complained about seven or eight times, and fell into deep thought.
She was extremely entangled, but she still reached out and edited a short message. After deleting, deleting, modifying and making many adjustments, she sent it directly to Mo Yunwan after multiple encryptions.
Maybe there are some things that need to be verified by someone.
Mo Yunwan, who was far away in Yuzhou City, was not idle either. She glanced at the screen, staring intently at the electronic version of an autopsy report, as if she wanted to keep this brief file in mind, and then quickly open another one. a file.
She felt the light coming from the phone screen and squinted at it, but she didn't seem to have time to pay any attention to it. Soon, all the content on the screen was browsed. Mo Yunwan checked it for a moment and then completely erased all traces of it with great skill.
According to Shao Zi, "The current Yuzhou City Criminal Investigation Detachment is dominated by Mo Yunwan."
If Lu Yao were here, she would be horrified to discover that this was indeed a deletion method that she could not recover from - Mo Yunwan was just pretending!
Finally having time to check the content of the new message, Mo Yunwan looked at it condescendingly, and then became happy.
"This wallflower..."
