"Leah, a second-year music student at Pierre Mendès University. She doesn't know what happened between her brother Edward and Black Nest. Before Edward left Black Nest, he sent her an encrypted email in a hurry. Black Nest spent a lot of effort to crack the encrypted email, only to find that it was just a 60-second SpongeBob SquarePants animation."
"This is very Edward's style," Little Boy praised.
"So, she doesn't know she's in trouble, right?"
"Yes," Ponytail said. "This is also the difficulty of this rescue operation. We don't know each other. I wanted to contact Leah in advance and tell her the truth, but she is now under Black Nest's close surveillance. Her mobile phone, computer, email, and social network are completely transparent to them. The reason why they haven't made a move yet is because they want to use her as bait. If we can't help but contact her on the Internet, we will definitely be discovered."
"Our previous plan was to paralyze the network monitoring her, but we don't have a good way to make her trust us completely and leave with us." Philip scratched his head. "If we don't do it right, she might think we are human traffickers."
"Do you have more detailed information about her?" Zhang Heng asked, looking at the blue-haired girl on the screen.
Ponytail looked at Waldo.
"Is it finally my turn?" The latter rubbed his hands, chuckled, took out a USB drive from his pocket, plugged it into the computer, and clicked on the folder.
"What is this?"
"All the social information related to her that you can find on the Internet, including her blog, Christmas videos on Instagram, the name of her favorite dog, the boy she secretly liked in junior high, the model of her lipstick … Although we can't contact her, I can still log into her various social accounts and sneak around them."
"Can I learn this technology too?" Zhang Heng did not rush to open it after getting the information. Instead, he asked Waldo.
"Of course, I have dozens of ways to hack into social accounts, and some of them don't even require you to have too much computer knowledge," Waldo said confidently when it came to his field of expertise.
Little Boy snorted coldly. Her opinion of Zhang Heng had changed because of his cool skills and his willingness to reconcile with her. However, now that she saw that he was interested in hacking into her social media account, her good impression of him began to plummet again.
Fortunately, Ponytail coughed twice and interrupted the two. "That … You guys should discuss this privately later. Let's focus on what we need to do now."
Zhang Heng had no objection. He needed the technology to hack into social accounts to continue investigating what happened seventeen years ago.
However, there was no hurry. After all, the game was less than a day away.
After that, Zhang Heng used the time on the plane to browse through all the information related to Leah in the USB drive. By the time he landed, he had a general idea.
"Impersonating Gaspard?" Ponytail Guy was surprised.
"Yes, Gaspard is one of Leah's closest friends. The two of them met in an online music group a year and a half ago. After that, they exchanged thousands of emails and tens of thousands of text messages. Both of them regard each other as their best friends. Most importantly, they haven't met each other yet. Leah may not believe what we say, but if it's Gaspard, she'll leave with us with a simple excuse."
"That's a good idea … but it won't be easy to implement." Philip grabbed his hair and said subconsciously. He could not imagine that if he were to pretend to be Gaspard, he would probably be exposed within a few words with Leah. As for the other members of the 01 guerrillas, although their acting skills were better than his, it was still limited.
In the silence, Zhang Heng said, "I'll do it."
Waldo almost spat out the lemonade in his hand. "You're here. You're Asian, right? You're the least likely of us. "
"Did they discuss skin color in their emails and text messages?"
"Wait a minute …" Waldo searched for keywords and found that the two did discuss the living conditions of minority society and the music style they formed, but they did not talk about their skin color.
"That's true, but you don't look like a French. And do you know much about music? This kind of thing will be exposed if we talk about it."
"I played the piano a little, but I really don't know much about French pop music. But don't worry, this won't be a problem until tomorrow." Zhang Heng looked at his watch. It had been 20 hours since he entered the quest. According to the time flow of this quest, he would enter the parallel quest in another 10 hours. There, he would have nearly a year's time, enough for him to blend in with France. At the same time, he would also learn some pop music knowledge.
In addition, a group of people from the 01 guerrillas would be his logistics team. If all else failed, everyone would be connected to each other in real time.
The plane landed at Grenoble Airport.
Waldo stretched his body and reluctantly left his first-class seat. After getting off the plane, he and Semiprime went to go through the rental procedures. Ponytail went to collect his luggage, and Philip connected to the wifi to deal with the work that had accumulated over the past few days.
Only Zhang Heng and Little Boy were left. The latter made it clear that she did not want to talk to Zhang Heng. She put on her headphones and took out her game console to play.
Surprisingly, she turned out to be playing a very old game. It would not be an exaggeration to say that it was an antique.
— Tetris.
This casual game was invented by the Russian Alexei Pajitnov in 1984. By moving, rotating, and placing various blocks to form a complete row, one could then eliminate them to score points. It was once popular all over the world.
However, the game's program had obviously been modified by Little Boy. Generally speaking, the difficulty of Tetris would increase over time, but in her hands, it was at the highest level. The blocks fell from the air like a storm. Little Boy focused her attention, and her fingertips danced as she rotated the blocks to the required position.
It was obvious that this game tested the player's eyesight, hand speed, and thinking ability.
Little Boy held on for about two and a half minutes before finally losing.
"Can I give it a try?" Zhang Heng asked from the side.
Little Boy hesitated for a moment. She wanted to blurt out that she could not play this game, but she remembered Ponytail's instructions before he left. He asked her not to have any more conflicts with Zhang Heng. So, she reluctantly handed the game console to Zhang Heng. 8)
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