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She decided to go by herself, that was her problem, and besides, she didn't want Chuck to get involved in such shady things.He had done her a great favor by arranging that anonymously using his father's cell phone.The price has been negotiated, four thousand crowns. Sybylla touched the wallet around her neck, feeling less and less full.It won't be easy, but what choice does she have? Patrick once asked her why she lugged her rucksack around, and she gave the simplest reason, that she never left her rucksack anywhere except in the luggage storage at Grand Central Station.This means that a key or a receipt for the luggage locker gives her a sense of security.

The expert hacker lived on Kock Steret, just a few minutes' walk away.Patrick stopped outside and rang the bell.The door clicked open immediately. Do you want to wait here? He was still disappointed that she wouldn't let him follow her. Patrick, honestly, this is the best way. The door slammed shut behind her, and she walked up to the second floor, where a young man with limp blond hair was waiting for her by the apartment door.Xi Bila stopped, and the two looked at each other silently. After watching for a few seconds, he opened the door for her.He was wearing a white T-shirt and had bulging veins on his muscular arms.He must have worked out in prison once.He led her into the apartment, and she noticed his hair pulled back in a long ponytail.

The apartment was small, just one room and a tiny kitchen.The sink was so full of dishes that she had to wonder if he had washed them.In the corner was a shelf with a set of dumbbells on it.Next to it is a yellow electric guitar, leaning against the guitar's speaker. A long glass wall was completely lined with computer equipment and other electronic gadgets whose functions she couldn't even guess were necessary for a self-respecting hacker to make a living.The two screens displayed a series of rapidly scrolling letters and numbers.She walked forward to the two screens to see what was running above them.

He stands in front of her. Don't be so quick, it's almost ready.Pay first, okay? She holds the bills in her pocket. no problem. He took the money without checking it. Please sit over there. He pointed to a stool some distance from the computer, in fact, almost in the small hallway.She did as she was told, carrying the rucksack on her back, but leaning slightly against the wall behind her. There wasn't much to see from where she was sitting, but if she leaned forward, it was possible to see him working on one of the computers.He was writing on the keyboard, his fingers moving with incredible speed.His skills amazed her, and she couldn't help but wonder, how could his large hands work with such precision?

You are so lucky! He muttered to himself without taking his eyes off the screen. Someone just went in to check, so we'll just have to wait now. He was no longer typing information on the keyboard, and she was sitting upright, looking at the wall, not wanting to be caught spying on him. Would he recognize the names that had appeared in the papers?Jorgen.Glennburgh's name came up almost as often as her own. When she heard him get up from the chair, she also stood up.Then he came over and took out a folded A4 paper. finished. She picked up the paper, her eyes still fixed on his face.

Are you sure this is the person? He smiled, obviously never hearing such a stupid question before. Yes, don't worry. His voice sounded reassuring. Of course, it depends on how you use it.It's just that this person's organs were transplanted into these people on your list. He looked at her mockingly. Were they all murdered later?Murdered by that Sibylla? She didn't respond, and he smiled happily. Just like that, we all know our part, you know. She put the paper in her pocket, unafraid, for it was impossible for him to threaten to reveal her identity.If one of them confesses, the other will follow suit, both of them have this understanding.

Looking at him, she thought, his big muscles seemed to match his head perfectly.Just when she put her hand on the doorknob and was about to leave, another thought suddenly appeared in her mind. Have you ever thought about getting a real job?You seem to have all the qualifications for a good job. He leaned against the door frame leading to the master bedroom, his strong arms folded across his chest.At this moment, he smiled heartily at her. No, I haven't thought about it.and you? Then she leaves.