Chapter 291 - Can I Trust You? (1/2)
In addition to daily communications, Abdul Nak’s response also contained a sentence that Meng Fan didn’t understand. Meng Fan could confirm it was Japanese, but he couldn’t translate it no matter how hard he tried; it sounded weird no matter what.
“Is this a secret code? Or some kind of professional speak?”
Meng Fan used Malaysian to translate the pronunciation of the text, but the result was strange. He then tried several other languages, but they didn’t make sense either, which assured him it was indeed Japanese.
Abdul Nak and Shouta Takashimaya only knew each other briefly. They were just regular friends and separated after a few conversations.
After separating, Meng Fan thought for a moment. He decided to invisibly follow Abdul Nak with the live stream assistant. As for Shouta Takashimaya, he still had the black magic microphone attached. If anything happened, he would hear it.
From monitoring their actions, Shouta Takashimaya had left the airport and headed toward the hotel after finishing some work at the office.
And on the other side, the live stream assistant showed Abdul Nak working as well. Nothing was out of the ordinary.
“Oh, I almost forgot this!”
Meng Fan suddenly remembered the wireless connection function on his live stream assistant. He tested it and found Abdul Nak’s cell phone. He then copied the information inside it into his own phone.
Meng Fan didn’t dare connect for too long in case he was discovered.
Meng Fan didn’t know how ‘magical’ the black magic technologies were. What if it left a trace on the cell phone like a regular hacker? Hence, Meng Fan did not use this function often and did not think about it most of the time.
Especially in the airport. He could safely film with the invisible device, but he didn’t dare hack into the airport main frame or activities of that sort. Who knows how modern the airport mainframe was? Even if it wasn’t as advanced as the black magic objects, he could still be caught.
Besides, there wasn’t much to gain from hacking into the airport mainframe.
But Meng Fan was still ballsy enough to snatch some information from someone’s cell phone.
He copied an abundant amount of information, including contact information, text message history, and transaction history.
It was up to Meng Fan now to find evidence from the information he obtained.
Abdul Nak had very distinctive features. Hence, Meng Fan could confirm he wasn’t one of the Hijackers. But based on his position at the airport…
Weapons!
Meng Fan had been GG’d by a bullet on the plane!
How did these guns make it into the airplane?
Even if they had been disassembled, it was impossible that the weapons were able to pass through security. How did they get on the plane?
Comparing the photo of Abdul Nak and his position, Meng Fan thought of the greatest possibility. That is, Abdul Nak was responsible for monitoring the loading and unloading of cargo in the engine room. He had a role in all this!
He then thought about it again, realizing the confusing text must have been related to this.
He flipped through the information and found nothing of value. To Meng Fan, there was no useful information, or if there was, he wasn’t able to pinpoint it specifically.
This made him uncomfortable!
Meng Fan had tested using the black magic microphone to hack into Shouta Takashimaya’s cell phone. It was able to connect, but since the attributes of the mic was limited, he wasn’t able to copy much information. Most of the content was related to voice memos and speech input. Meng Fan listened to a few before going speechless. He felt as if he had gained an unwarranted, detailed understanding of Shouta Takashimaya’s certain… hobby.
He stopped listening. Instead, he used the voice translation function to translate the speech into text. The most used phrases he was able to extract consisted of ah, oh, and uh.
“This is no way to go about it.”
As Meng Fan prepared to leave the cafe, he received a call from Minako Sakurai.
“Meng Fan-kun, are you free tonight?”
Meng Fan wanted to reject her offer, but remembered that Meng Caitang wouldn’t be home until later that night; he agreed. Maybe he could get some information from Minako’s end.