Chapter 62: Hard Drive Data Recovery, I Know This Person (22)

Although she didn't know what had happened, she still had to go take a look, just as the guard had said earlier — Chen Yaozu was their family now.

Today was Saturday; Audrey had gone out with classmates and should be back soon.

Alan and Claire weren't home either, so she had to go alone with her phone to see what was going on.

She had just stepped out the door when she turned back, picked up her son Alan's baseball bat, and went out again — just in case something happened, she'd at least have a weapon in hand and wouldn't be helpless while waiting for the guard to arrive.

After all, after yesterday's recovery training, she had barely managed to grasp the strength that had suddenly surged in her body, and Olivia felt her combat power had multiplied several times over.

After all, the two households were neighbors; the moment she stepped out she saw a car parked at the entrance to Chen Yaozu's apartment. An Asian man she had never seen before got out of the driver's seat, went around to the passenger side, opened the door, and helped out a frail person who could barely get out of the car on his own.

Olivia could tell at a glance that it was Chen Yaozu — her current son-in-law.

The Asian man then took a large bag, clearly containing things, from the back seat, and helped Chen Yaozu into the apartment.

Watching Chen Yaozu enter the apartment with difficulty under the Asian man's assistance, Olivia intended to walk over carefully to see what had actually happened.

When she was almost there, she noticed the Asian man come out empty-handed, get in the car, and drive away.

Olivia hurried over, opened the door, and went inside — no one was on the sofa.

But judging by Chen Yaozu's condition just now, the most normal thing would be that he had been helped to bed to rest.

Sure enough, when she reached the outside of Chen Yaozu's room, her sharp ears heard heavy, slightly short breaths coming from inside.

"Yaozu, are you in there?"

She called out a greeting, and sure enough heard the breathing inside pause instantly.

"Good afternoon, Olivia, I'm in here!"

A clearly weak voice came through, letting Olivia breathe a sigh of relief, and she asked.

"Can I come in?

The guard just said you're unwell and notified me to come check on you!"

Chen Yaozu replied from inside: "Thank you! Please come in!"

Olivia walked in and saw Chen Yaozu lying on the bed, his face deathly pale, forehead and face covered in sweat, his clothes soaked through with sweat.

"Oh my god, what happened to you? I need to notify the Campus Doctor!"

Olivia rushed to his bedside, reached out to touch Chen Yaozu's forehead, and found he even had a low fever.

She knew this definitely meant something major had gone wrong; otherwise, with Chen Yaozu's body that could rival even the legendary Hercules, and the Holy Light she had seen that night.

Whatever could weaken him to this extent was definitely trouble.

But that was all for later; right now the priority was to call the Campus Doctor immediately and check what exactly was wrong with Chen Yaozu's body. "No need, Olivia, I'm just mentally and physically exhausted; I'll eat a little something later, sleep, and I'll be fine!"

If anyone else said that, it might just be putting on a brave front, but coming from Chen Yaozu, it was very likely the truth.

Still, Olivia, who cared too much about him, couldn't help but doubt: "Are you sure?"

Chen Yaozu nodded with difficulty: "Really, I'm sure!"

Seeing him insist so strongly, Olivia believed him: "Ok, then I'll go make you something to eat right away. What do you want? Let me say this upfront — I can't cook Chinese food, but you can have Audrey learn how to cook Chinese food later.

After all, your Eastern people's tradition is to be able to manage the hall and the kitchen."

Chen Yaozu suddenly wanted to laugh, but the laugh was weak and forced; he propped himself up and shook his head: "Eastern people nowadays don't have that notion anymore; that good tradition has already been discarded!"

"My friend has already gone to buy ingredients and will be back soon. My current weakness needs tonic nourishment.

Only Chinese medicinal cuisine can quickly restore my body."

Only then did Olivia remember why she had come over: "Oh, right, the guard just called me and said you were very weak and had been brought in by an unfamiliar Asian man, asking me to come confirm whether you were in danger.

Now I have to call him back."

Chen Yaozu nodded: "By the way, tell Mr. Hunter that my friend went out to buy ingredients for me; when he comes back later, please let him in!"

Orange County, after all, is a Chinese gathering area; it's very easy to find Chinese medicine shops, and very easy to buy ginseng — wild ginseng — as long as you have money.

Ceng Hongbing wanted to buy a whole batch — he bought up all six or seven wild ginseng roots displayed behind the counter.

"What do you need so much ginseng for?" "Oh, I'm buying this ginseng to stew chicken!"

The old shopkeeper got anxious at once: "Young man, you can't eat this recklessly — these are genuine aged wild ginseng, not those garden ginseng that are like radishes! I can't sell you this many; I'm afraid you'll eat yourself to death!

For stewing chicken, buy one root and use it in portions — it'll last a long time!

I'll sell you two roots! No more than that!"

Ceng Hongbing couldn't waste time haggling with him here, so he bought two roots and ran to the supermarket — after all, Chen Yaozu was now so weak he could barely walk, and urgently needed wild ginseng chicken soup to save his life.

He now regretted throwing away all his guns; otherwise, if the old man refused to sell, he could have just slapped a gun on the counter and seen if he'd sell.

He entered the Chinese supermarket, picked two fresh whole chickens, a clay pot, and several packs of Cantonese soup ingredients, and rushed back.

He had already mentally prepared to be stopped by the guard at the school gate, who would then call Chen Yaozu to confirm — but unexpectedly, the guard saw his car and just opened the gate directly.

"Thank you!"

Ceng Hongbing signaled, then floored the gas pedal and drove in.

"Yaozu, how should this soup be stewed? The old man at the TCM clinic said only half a root of this ginseng can be used at a time..."

He spoke as he walked toward Chen Yaozu's room, but found the door open, and a very pleasant-looking white woman was wiping Chen Yaozu's sweat with a towel — not just his forehead, but his clothes had been removed too.

Hearing his voice, both turned their heads to look at him.

Seeing this scene, Ceng Hongbing knew he had been rash, and immediately waved his hands in apology:

"Sorry, sorry, I didn't see anything, you two carry on!"

Finished speaking, he backed out: "I'll go stew the chicken soup; just pretend I don't exist!"

"What nonsense, this is my mother-in-law!"

Chen Yaozu's weak voice came from the bed.

"Huh... ah?"

Ceng Hongbing, about to retreat, turned back in surprise: "What did you say?

This is your mother-in-law, so young and pretty?"

……

Fuzhou Gang Los Angeles Branch.

Zhou Jiping was called over: "Brother Rusong, what do you need me for?"

Zhang Rusong placed a hard drive in front of him: "Inside this is what I want, but it's already been deleted by someone, and the hard drive was even formatted.

Heard you have the technical skill for this, can you recover the data inside?"

Zhou Jiping took the hard drive: "Deleting data and formatting just hides the data; as long as no new data has overwritten it, it can still be recovered.

Recovering this data is quite simple, so normally speaking, if you want to destroy data, besides formatting the hard drive, you also need to take the hard drive apart and physically destroy it.

Don't worry, give me some time, I'll be able to help you recover it!"

Zhang Rusong nodded, a bit relieved: "Still have to be you educated types, know a little bit of everything.

Alright, this thing is handed over to you, hurry up and recover it, call me when it's recovered."

Zhou Jiping took this thing home; after all, only at home was there still a suitable atmosphere and room to operate.

That evening, Zhou Jiping used software tools to recover all the data inside the hard drive and copied it out.

However, when he looked at the things inside the hard drive, the whole person suddenly went dumb.

Because the recovered data were all surveillance videos; in the latest video, he recognized that person.

And the self-mutual killing among those little brothers and little brothers inside the casino reminded him of those three black men that night.

Those three black men were the same, self-mutual killing, and in the end the last one died in his own hands.

(Chapter End)