At eleven o'clock that night, there was a sudden explosion at the General Administration of Supervision.

The death of the fire in July and the mysterious disappearance of Shuofeng in August dominated the front pages of the entire international community news page.

Those days.

Almost everyone who knows these two is discussing this sensational thing that has caused a lot of damage around the world.

The originator of the hacking world.

Two super big names, one died and the other disappeared overnight.

There are many opinions on the road.

The holographic organization is also prepared for the creation of audiences, and the war continues.

"You don't know, do you? It is said that the fire of the State Administration of Supervision and Supervision was so bad that day! Not a single commercial building in the surrounding area was spared! The fire burned for five hours in a row! It was only after the firefighters extinguished it!"

"Why did it suddenly explode? Even if it did, the fire shouldn't be so urgent? The firefighters sacrificed several of them. ”

"Harm! It's strange to say! That day, less than 300 meters away from the State Administration of Supervision, there were people smoking at that gas station! Do you think you are looking for death?"

"Ahh

"Who's to say it's not? At the same time as the explosion of the General Supervision Bureau, the gas station also exploded. That's why the fire is so fierce that it can't be extinguished. ”

"A lot of people died, right?"

"Nonsense, there were no less than a few hundred people working at the General Supervision Directorate at that time. ”

"It is said that a lot of important information has also been lost, all of which are confidential documents that cannot be seen......

"Tsk tsk, really jealous of the talent, the July Flowing Fire is only fifteen or sixteen years old......, right?

"The hacker community has lost two of the most powerful originators. ”

"Really, people are not as good as heaven...... This powerful technique has not been left behind. ”

"Hey, it's a pity, it's a pity, I heard that the corpses were burned into pieces, and I finally found it, and I tested the DNA ......"

"Hey......"

The news is implemented in all corners.

The hacker community has lost a big man, and all the people in the hacker community have changed into black suits and held a three-minute silent prayer on this day every year.

Flowing fire died.

There is not very good news coming out.

Some people say that it was the wind that killed him.

A trap set on purpose.

The temptation was gone, and she fled herself.

Some people say that the flowing fire died for the sake of the wind.

There are all kinds of rumors anyway.

And only the parties themselves know.

That's a whole month.

Lin Shuo is like a mentally ill person.

Hiding in a small house on a mountain peak in country C all day long.

Don't go out and don't communicate with anyone.

The face was dirty, revealing a pair of heterochromatic eyes.

There was empty despair inside.

She killed the fire.

......

Jiang family.

The baby's cry continued for several nights.

In the past few days, the Jiang family has been brightly lit up every night.

Uncle Jiang lost his beloved daughter, and his beloved son was still in the hospital and his life and death were uncertain, and he aged several years overnight.

Tell your subordinates to look at their son-in-law more.

He seems to be very quiet these days.

I'm afraid that under the calm surface of the lake, there is a surging impulse.

The subordinates received their orders one after another.

......

The day of the wife's first seven.

The city of Lins is taking care of the children as usual.

Just born, less than a month old...... Small dumplings.

Lin Sicheng shook the small cradle he and Jiang Mulin made together.

The little guy stared at him with big eyes.

Every now and then he bites his fingers.

Let out a giggle.

Innocent look.

The man's heart softened, and he shook the cradle with one hand, humming the little nursery rhyme that his wife had hummed to his son.

It was about ten o'clock in the evening.

On the 80-storey rooftop.

A black figure firmly held the rings he and his beloved wife exchanged when they were married.

Jump off the rooftop.

Day 2.

The news that Lin Sicheng, the president of the Jiang Group, jumped to his death spread throughout the imperial capital.

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