Hence, on this day.
The Almighty, who had been playing LoL with a cigarette in his mouth, suddenly raised his eyebrows and threw a message to his fans. "Something came up and I have to go offline. Let's meet another day."
It wasn't just the Almighty, there were also bespectacled programmers with a dull face and the sloppy noodle shop uncle.
Their positions were different, even their age, appearance and social status were different.
The only similarity was that they all had the same logo on their computers!
Z.
The black words were written in huge letters in the middle of the screen. The black feather fell with the special effect, as though it was reborn from a raging fire!
Many years ago, when they had become hackers, they had already promised to follow the hacker's creed.
There was a special one on it.
When the Z logo appeared on the computer.
They had to obey.
Very few people saw the logo appear on the computer.
No one knew what form it would take.
However, every hacker knew that when it appeared, it would be the time for them to abandon their hidden identities and return to their old profession.
Because that was their Young Lord!
The number one and only Young Lord in the hacker world!
According to those who had been through it, there was no need to describe the logo because when it appeared in the past, you would definitely recognize it at first glance.
Because it could awaken the deepest part of your heart.
Hence, the dull programmer took off her spectacles, revealing her beautiful face. She raised her left hand and removed the black headband. When she looked up again, she was seductive and charming.
What made it even harder for people to look away was her fingers on the keyboard, typing at lightning speed.
It wasn't just her, the Almighty and the noodle shop uncle were doing the same thing.
Especially when the noodle shop uncle was typing, the high school student with a school bag was still ordering. "Uncle, a bowl of Chongqing noodles with extra chili."
"Coming!" the noodle shop uncle replied as he typed quickly.
More than ten IP addresses were like glowing wires, all of them gathered at Bo Jiu's location. After the most rigorous information processing.
Bo Jiu's fingers moved slightly, tapping on the keyboard, analyzing the information and integrating it. Then, she used the code to expand the scope of the search by another dimension.
This meant that this time, the virtual main program would also be within her detection range, including those hidden in the network that didn't dare to show their faces.
Bo Jiu was the one leading the hackers.
Therefore, when the host god saw that he had broken through the special firewall that could not be broken, he could not help but whistle, "Cool!"
That was not all.
Perhaps no one knew how fast the Young Master's hand speed was.
After successfully escaping from the dense network, he went straight into the hinterland. It was so cool that it made every hacker's scalp go numb.
This was their carnival.
No one could understand it, but it was enough to make people's blood boil.
The high school student who asked for noodles couldn't help but get up and knock on the cashier counter. "Uncle, where's the noodles?"
The uncle didn't say anything, but the corners of his mouth seemed to curl into a smile.
The high school student had never seen the uncle like this before. He wanted to ask again.
He heard the noodle shop uncle spit out two words softly, "K, O."
“K，O？” The high school student frowned. He thought to himself, "I asked you to cook noodles, but you're still playing games. That's not right, uncle."
Just as the high school student was about to look at the computer page, the noodle shop uncle tapped his index finger lightly and pressed the space bar.
The noodle shop uncle tapped his index finger lightly and pressed the spacebar. When he raised his head again, he had already returned to his usual sloppy appearance. "You want some Chongqing noodles with extra chili, right? Coming!"
"You …" The high school student swallowed the words he wanted to say. Forget it, he could still wait for a bowl of Chongqing noodles.
The high school student was none other than the thorn-head youngster, the eldest brother of No.2 Middle School.
This was originally a noodle shop that was opened between No.1 Middle School and No.2 Middle School.
He usually hung out with his father and really didn't pay attention to the specific news on the internet.
When he sat down again, he raised his head and looked towards the small screen in the shop. He was completely stunned, his head was buzzing.
It also said that the person suspected of having a dispute with the deceased had been eliminated as the deceased had committed suicide.
What did it mean by someone suspected of having a dispute with the deceased?
F * ck, he knew what kind of person that woman was.
She stole something and was preparing to buy the hot search to bite back!
Fortunately, the report also said that.
The fan support group of the deceased was looking for an insider.
"If there's such a person around you, she snatches the glory that others deserve, enjoys the attention that others' talents bring her, and maliciously slanders the original author, if you're in the know, we hope that you can provide us with the corresponding evidence. Although the adult has passed away, we'll help her defend her rights and fight a copyright infringement lawsuit."
The thorn-head youngster rushed out of the noodle shop and snatched the phone from his lackey.
"Boss, what are you doing?"
"My phone is out of battery, I'm using yours to get something."
The thorn-head youngster wanted to prove that he was too stupid and slow to use these things. He opened WeChat, intending to tell everything he knew to his nemesis, the boss of No.1 Middle School, Spade Z.
In the Qin family's house, Bo Jiu had already found the provocative webpage. It was indeed well-hidden, even the registered address of the website was overseas.
But those things didn't stop her invasion.
Just as Qin Mo had expected, everyone here witnessed a silent massacre.
From the moment the deceased had been infringed, the moment she appeared to be in pain, it had all been recorded in video form.
Video after video, it was as if one could see that the man was utterly defeated by reality.
It seemed as though such a person would attract the attention of the crowd.
They waited for the deceased to commit suicide every day, but she was stubborn.
After the last video of the deceased was uploaded.
Someone suggested committing suicide together.
Because it was meaningless to live like this.
Because it was meaningless to live like this.
Bo Jiu narrowed her eyes. "This is her motive, she wants to cause a mass destruction, that's why the Maiden's Sacrifice came about."
She had assumed that the Almighty would say something.
Unexpectedly, the moment she opened her mouth, the Almighty fed her a dumpling that wasn't as hot anymore.
The dumpling was delicious, the skin thin and the filling big. When she bit down, Bo Jiu wanted to swallow her tongue along with it.
Qin Mo had always liked to do things himself when it came to feeding someone. He picked up another dumpling, moved his thin lips over, and blew on it.
Bo Jiu's fingers paused. She watched his handsome and aloof side profile, his eyelashes fluttering when he lowered his lids to cool the dumplings. Her entire body felt warm and fuzzy.
She still remembered when the Almighty and the others had first arrived, Grandpa An had made dumplings and she had been called over. She hadn't known how to use chopsticks. She hadn't spent much time in China since she was born, so she had used a spoon to scoop. She loved dumplings, but no matter how she ate, she couldn't seem to do it properly.
Unlike the doll beside her, who was well-mannered even when eating dumplings.
In the end, he couldn't stand her stupidity. When she couldn't scoop up the dumpling, he used his chopsticks to pick one up, blew on it, and stuffed it into her mouth. He said coldly, "You're so stupid, it's a waste of your intelligent face."
Sometimes, Bo Jiu found it strange.
These memories started to surface when she had confirmed that the Almighty was her childhood pet.
It was something she couldn't forget.
In reality, Bo Jiu hadn't forgotten.
But after she became Z, many things were destined to be treasured, hidden in the deepest part of her heart.
Besides, he was Qin Mo, a criminal profiler. He caught people like her.
The second dumpling was brought to her lips.
Bo Jiu opened her mouth instinctively.
It looked very obedient.
Qin Mo's lips lifted into a smile.
The princess watched this scene from the side. She was extremely jealous. Although her master was very patient when he was feeding her, she was still very angry.
But he had never been so gentle.
Indeed.
When he saw the youngster's mouth stain, he leaned over, his fingers brushing past. His deep gaze was hard to look away.
They were sitting shoulder to shoulder. Because of Qin Mo's actions, they were very close.
Even when she was eating the dumplings, Bo Jiu could smell the Almighty's scent.
The sun shone down.
Just like that, Qin Mo fed the typing youngster a dumpling and ate another one himself.
Both of them were good looking and the scene was very pleasing to the eye. Madam Zhang, who was standing outside, didn't send anything else in.
Bo Jiu noticed the dumplings on the plate. Half of them were exquisitely wrapped and the other half were in different shapes.
But the ones the Almighty fed her were all beautiful ones. The rest were all crooked and ended up in the Almighty's mouth.
As for the dumplings that were out of place, it was obvious that she was the one who made them.
Bo Jiu's expression changed immediately. She watched as Qin Mo ate the fourth dumpling. "Is it delicious?"
Usually, at this moment, her close friend would say it was delicious to coax her overbearing CEO.
But the Almighty never followed the script.
"Are you asking for a lie?" Qin Mo's tone was calm as he picked another dumpling for her.
Bo Jiu: … She understood. The dumplings probably didn't taste good.
In the future, if she really couldn't resist kidnapping the Almighty, she would cook instant noodles for him. This was the only culinary skill she had.
While Bo Jiu was deep in her thoughts, she didn't know that it wasn't because of the variety of dumplings on the plate. Instead, Qin Mo had placed all the dumplings she had made on his plate. It had nothing to do with the taste, it was because she was the one who had made the dumplings.
After Qin Mo fed her the last dumpling, she stopped what she was doing and transferred all the evidence to her USB drive.
"Wait a minute." Qin Mo's long and slender fingers tapped the screen. "There's something wrong with this post."
Bo Jiu glanced over. Indeed, there was a problem. From the contents, it seemed to be a new memorial.
"This is …"
Qin Mo's gaze deepened. "The next victim."
With that, he whipped out his phone and called Director Huang. "I need you to look for someone. No, it isn't the witness this time, it is the next victim."
"What did you say? The next victim? "Director Huang bolted upright from his seat.
Qin Mo's tone was calm. He didn't explain much, just five words. "The Maiden's Sacrifice."
These five words were enough for Director Huang to understand. But he never expected a case that had already passed to continue!
A chill ran down Director Huang's spine.
"What did you find?"
"A lot."
Director Huang frowned. "It's not easy."
"Why not?" Qin Mo arched a brow.
Director Huang tugged at his hair, his anger still raging. "Smith has already informed the media that the victim has committed suicide. If it's a serial killer case, the higher-ups wouldn't be able to publish such information."
Qin Mo glanced at the youngster, his expression unchanging. "There's a website that recorded the victim's actions for the past month, all the way until her death. That was the last video and it can be confirmed that she didn't commit suicide, it was a premeditated murder. You can take a look at the video online. Even though it's a white medicine bottle, the one in the police's hands isn't the same as the one in the video because the size isn't the same. This proves that someone had swapped out the evidence before the police arrived. If it wasn't a murder, what evidence would they have swapped out? Or is it because you want to continue climbing up the ladder, so even if you know about it, you're just pretending to be oblivious? "
"F * ck, don't try to goad me." Director Huang slammed the table. "I'm thinking about what to do."
Qin Mo's voice reverted to its usual nonchalance. "Hold a press conference and announce how she died."
"I don't need you to tell me, I know!" A second ago, Director Huang was still cursing the rascal in his heart, but the next second, he broke into a smile. "That way, the mother wouldn't have to suffer so much."
Director Huang had seen some comments online. Li Xue's statement had been taken by the crime squad. When he heard Li Xue say, "This has nothing to do with her, she committed suicide because she couldn't take it."
Director Huang finally understood why the mother had cried.
The scary thing wasn't the internet, it was the humanity that had been destroyed in real life.
Even when she saw the victim's mother, Li Xue still had a look on her face. "Isn't it just an apology? I'll apologize. Your daughter is dead, go cry for your daughter. What's the point of crying here?"
He couldn't forget the mother's gaze, the way she had looked at Li Xue, her eyes filled with hatred and despair.
But there was nothing he could do.
He looked at the mother, his fingers trembling as he asked, "Is there no other way? My daughter really wouldn't commit suicide, is that how everyone thinks of her? What about the person just now? He didn't receive any punishment? Why did my daughter persevere for so long? "
At that moment, he couldn't answer, it was as though his throat was being strangled.
He didn't know how to tell a mother that her daughter … had already committed suicide.
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