This phone was still an old model from more than a decade ago. It wasn't even considered a smartphone. The only thing that was advanced was the battery inside.
Huo Shaoheng held it in his hand and began to examine the program and contents stored inside.
Song Jinning went to her own lab to continue answering the various sets of questions and equations that Gu Xiangwen had left behind.
The process of opening the music box was a pure test of IQ. There were no shortcuts.
When one was fully immersed in work, time flew by.
It was midnight in the blink of an eye. Huo Shaoheng snapped out of his thoughts from the app on his phone and sighed helplessly.
No, he did not find any clues.
Bai Yueran had recorded Bai Jinyi's private conversation, but there was still no evidence to support it.
And a confession that couldn't be supported by evidence could only be considered a clue.
