Chapter 743 Morse Code

Chapter 743 Morse Code

At four o'clock, Li Qiao and Xi Luo were ready to leave for the airport.

As soon as he walked out of the living room, Luo Yu paused a bit, and answered the phone from behind them, "Mr. Charles?"

"..."

"Okay, take care, I will pass on."

After a few words in a hurry, Luo Yu walked behind Li Qiao and said in a low voice, "Charles is under observation in the hospital, and he won't be released until tomorrow at the earliest."

Li Qiao's eyes flickered slightly, she rubbed her fingertips, and turned to look at the few people walking in front of her, "I'm going to the hospital."

Xi Luo turned around and waved her hands with a smile, "That's a good excuse."

Seeing Li Qiao's firm eyes, Gu Chen had no choice but to give up the idea of ​​persuasion, thought for a while, and said, "I'll send you the address later, and come over quickly after seeing the patient."

It is not easy to gather four members of the Yanmeng. In his heart, Gu Chen just wants others to experience the bewildered state of seeing the mysterious member K.

Not long after, the group split into two groups. Li Qiao and Luo Yu went to the Royal Hospital to visit Charles, while Xi Luo went to the airport to pick up Yanmeng H.

On the way, Gu Chen leaned on the back of the co-pilot's seat, looked back and asked, "Did she tell you what she wants to do on the day of the Fireworks Festival?"

Xi Luo raised her eyelids from the screen and smiled slightly, "No matter what you do, just help."

Gu Chen snorted, "M, who always does her own way, is suddenly so understanding, are you terminally ill?"

Xi Ze's legs trembled, he held the steering wheel and looked at the co-pilot coldly, "Try talking about my sister again?"

Gu Chen: "..."

Oh, it's a sister-in-law.

Xi Luo kicked the back of the driver's seat with her high heels, "Drive well and watch the road."

"Sister, Xiao Shitou celebrates her birthday tomorrow, and I might go to accompany her." Xi Ze said while looking in the rearview mirror, as if afraid that his sister would be angry, and added, "I'll be back in the afternoon."

Xi Luo looked down at the phone, and said indifferently: "It's up to you, it's useless for you to be here anyway."

Xi Ze: "..."

...

In the Royal Hospital, Li Qiao came to the high-level independent ward without haste. Two serious-faced bodyguards stood in front of the door. When they saw her, they both nodded, "Ma'am."

Li Qiao raised her eyebrows, her eyes fell on the eagle beak rings on their little fingers, and she understood.

It turned out that the people of Black Hawk were protecting Charles.

Luo Yu handed her the fruit basket, and whispered: "They are all arranged by the boss."

Li Qiao nodded and walked into the ward, a strong smell of disinfectant came over her face.

On the hospital bed, Charles' face was pale, his forehead was wrapped with gauze, and his sunken eye sockets showed a trace of fatigue. When he heard the door opening, he turned his eyes and immediately greeted with a smile, "Miss Li, why did you come here in person?"

He gestured to get up, but Li Qiao raised her hand to signal, "Mr. Charles should lie down."

Seeing this, Charles picked up the remote control sideways, and slowly raised the head of the bed, "It's nothing serious, but I hit my head after a rear-end collision. I originally planned to send you the notes after I was discharged from the hospital tomorrow."

Li Qiao put down the fruit basket in her hand, and turned to look at Charles, "Is the car accident an accident?"

Charles touched the gauze on his forehead, his eyes darkened, "The driver who caused the accident escaped, it is not clear yet, and someone has been sent to investigate."

That is artificial.

Li Qiao came to a conclusion and sat on a chair with her legs crossed, "Don't leave the hospital for the last two days."

"This..." Charles looked at Li Qiao suspiciously, "Why?"

Probably because foreigners are used to going straight and straight, and they don't have so many twists and turns in their minds, so they couldn't figure out Li Qiao's intentions for a while.

At this moment, Li Qiao tapped her knees with her fingers, and said with her lips drawn together, "I'll save you from getting into trouble."

A car accident can hit him badly, although it is not life-threatening, but there is no guarantee that there will be a second time.

Thinking of this, Li Qiao's eyes darkened, "If you have something to do in the future, try to call as much as possible, and don't go to the manor for now."

Charles looked at Li Qiao's face that was exactly the same as Jing Yilan's, his eyes gradually became deep and quiet, and he nodded in agreement almost without thinking, "Okay, I'll listen to Miss Li."

Back then, Jing Yilan also lightly told him to put away his notes.

Mingming is not very old, but he is convincingly steady and down-to-earth.

Half an hour later, Li Qiao left the ward.

Back in the parking lot, she opened the well-preserved stock trading notebook in the back seat.

Charles should cherish this notebook very much. Not only the cover is protected by plastic packaging, but even the handwriting is covered with a layer of film to prevent fading.

The contents of the notes are all handwritten, and there are about twenty pages.

Indeed, it includes various buying and selling skills, resonance principles and so on.

Li Qiao looked at the neat English handwriting for a moment. From the literal point of view, there was nothing special about it.

Seeing that she was silent all the time, Luo Yu in the front row turned around while supporting the steering wheel and asked, "Ma'am, are you going back to the manor?"

Li Qiao's train of thought was interrupted, she closed her notebook and frowned.

She took out her phone and looked at WeChat, Gu Chen had already sent a location, which was a winery in the suburbs.

Li Qiao zoomed in on the map, and said in a low voice, "Go to Weeks Winery."

...

In the evening, thick fog shrouded the sky over the Port of London. Li Qiao sent Shang Yu a WeChat message to the winery, and then continued to study the notes with her head down.

Jing Yilan's handwriting in foreign characters is very neat, as if she wrote it down stroke by stroke.

In just ten minutes, Li Qiao had already flipped through more than 20 pages of content. The whole article was about how the stock market works, without any unnecessary nonsense.

Did she think wrong?

It couldn't be that Jing Yilan felt sorry for Charles, so she kindly wrote him a shortcut to getting rich.

Li Qiao was puzzled, leaned her head against the back of the chair, closed her eyes, and continued to meditate.

She must have overlooked something.

There was nothing hidden in the cover, and the inside pages and handwriting were all normal, but there was still a strange feeling bothering her.

What is so strange...

After a while, Li Qiao didn't figure it out.

She rubbed the cover with her fingers, and when she opened her eyes, she realized that the car had been parked at the intersection and hadn't started.

"What's wrong?"

Luo Yu grumbled helplessly at the signal lights on the street, "The red light is always blinking, as if something went wrong."

He does not mean that.

Li Qiao slowly looked at the occasional flashing signal lights, raised her lips slightly, and her eyes were as clear and bright as clouds and mist.

It turned out to be... Morse code.

She said that when Jing Yilan wrote this note, she always felt a little strange, the handwriting was too regular, even deliberate.

At this time, if you open it again, you can see the dots and lines of Morse code hidden in some specific letters.

Li Qiao suddenly closed the palm-sized notebook and put it in the storage box next to her, "Don't leave this car until you return to the manor."

Luo Yu nodded in response, just as the green light was flashing, she quickly stepped on the accelerator, "Okay."