At first, Qiao Nian didn't find any clues related to Ji Qing until she was flipping through a laboratory notebook and found a form recording experimental projects left by Ji Qing in the interlayer page.
Qiao Nian took out the page of the form from the notebook, held it up in the air, and looked at it with a frown under the incandescent light of the archive room.
This page of experimental record form is very similar to the one Feng Yu showed her, except for the recorded time.
The two pages taken separately look like an ordinary and even useless application record written before the experiment.
Qiao Nian half squinted his eyes and looked at the light for a long time, and finally found out what was wrong that he had felt was wrong from the first moment he saw it!
The seemingly ordinary numbers and characters on the table are actually Morse code!
And she had seen this style of Morse code once before.
It was exactly the same as the Morse code that Ji Qing had left in the black box of the plane that Ye Wangchuan retrieved for her that time.
… This is a clue that Ji Qing left intentionally.
She may have known that someone would clean up all traces of her in the First Institute, so she deliberately put this seemingly inconspicuous page of daily experiment record form in the record book in the archives, waiting for the day to be discovered.
Because the content is written in encrypted text, ordinary people can't understand it at all.
Ji Qing was not afraid of being discovered.
Most people who see this piece of paper will just think it is an experiment application form that someone else missed.
Qiao Nian realized this and immediately lowered his eyes. He carefully put away the experiment application form that was folded between the inner pages, put the things into his bag with a serious expression, and zipped up his black shoulder bag.
At this time, Ye Wangchuan called.
Qiao Nian glanced at the lit phone screen on the table, sorted out all the documents on the table and put them aside, then picked up the phone and answered: "Hello."
"Are you still busy?" the man said in a charming voice.
Qiao Nian picked up the bag absentmindedly: "Well, I'll be done soon."
Ye Wangchuan seemed to think for a moment and asked her, "Ye Shan wants to invite you to dinner. Are you going?"
Who is Ye Shan
Qiao Nian's mind was full of the Morse code Ji Qing left behind. Suddenly, she heard him mention a name. It took her a long time to remember the person he was talking about. She said without much interest, "She wants to treat me to a meal?"
Ye Wangchuan seemed to see the impatience lingering between the girl's brows through the phone. She looked cold and irritable, but she still patiently asked him a question.
The corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise, and he said casually: "Yeah. The old man personally came forward to speak for her. I guess she was embarrassed last time and wanted to ease the relationship with you."
"Yeah." Qiao Nian responded casually. In fact, he didn't hear much and was thinking about other things.
"By the way, the Ye family has reached an agreement on cooperation with the Chamber of Commerce Alliance. The old man was very happy and told me several times that he wanted to thank you." He said in a teasing tone, "God Qiao, it seems that my bowl of gigolo has been secured in the eyes of everyone..."
Qiao Nian raised her eyelids, finally hearing what he said, looked at the sky outside, and prepared to go back. She paused and said, "If you tell them your hidden identity, no one will think you are a gigolo."
She was talking about Ye Wangchuan's identity as the leader of Yaomen in Independent Continent.
(End of this chapter)