"I'm tired to death~"

Alex looked up in horror and looked away from his laptop, watching Madrigal rush into the bedroom like a whirlwind and then collapse straight onto the bed. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Y-Are you alright?" Alex said to Madrigal, who was slumped motionless on the bed.

The figure hidden in the white shirt sat up suddenly, propped his hands on the desk, and said to Alex: "Ah, you really still care about me, my little Alex~ You are like the sun in the cold winter, warming my body with yourself... Madrigal exaggerated his surprise to Alex in an exaggerated aria tone.

Alex, who was sitting across from him, had three black lines on his forehead. Although they have been together for nearly a year and a half, Madrigal's self-indulgence from time to time still makes Alex want to cover his eyes and ears with his hands.

A piece of cake placed on Alex's table was grabbed by Madrigal and took a hard bite. "Ah, I'm finally alive!It's still my Alex, and I've prepared life-saving food so late~"

"Alan!!" Alex finally couldn't help but raise his voice as he watched the raspberry cheesecake he had been waiting for more than forty minutes to buy be eaten by Madrigal in a few bites. It's his supper tonight...

"Oh, little Alex is angry~~" Madrigal stretched out his hands and made a gesture of surrender, finally stopping his "crazy" state.

Alex breathed a sigh of relief.

"Alan, how is your dissertation? I've heard that Professor Tesman is very strict. Alex asked at Alan.

Allen, who is about to turn 20, is not far from getting his undergraduate degree, which is what Alex admires most about Madrigal. Although the American university system is more flexible, and it is somewhat different from the relatively rigid four-year undergraduate program in China, as long as you have enough credits, you can graduate, no matter how much time in advance, but as a member of the Ivy League, Columbia University's academic difficulty is inevitably very, very high. There is a saying in American universities, "Academics, sleep, and socializing, you can only choose two." This is the truth relative to the average four-year undergraduate. Imagine the painful experience of Pastoral over the course of a year and a half, and even with the help of summer-school, Alex felt that he couldn't catch up with Alan.

Madrigal opened his laptop and replied, "Professor Tesman has read my proposal report, and he told me that he is still very satisfied and hopes to see the final report as soon as possible." But the APP you and your senior brothers made, how is the situation now?"

"There were a few minor problems, but I could fix them, just give me some time. Alex glanced at the code on the screen and said confidently.

Madrigal nodded and made an OK gesture to Alex.

The two of them each immersed themselves in their own affairs.

Pastoral skillfully opened the encryptor, and through a series of conversions, finally successfully entered the page of the "Silk Road".

Usually when we go online, the most commonly used are search engines such as Google and Baidu, in fact, these search engines are also in the surface network of the whole Internet. Under normal circumstances, all the networks we can browse are surface networks, and surface networks account for less than 10% of the entire Internet. Correspondingly, there is also a dark web, also called the deep-web, or shadow-web, which is a network that cannot be searched by ordinary people.

Silk Road is one of the most well-known of these dark webs. Here you can find almost everything. Drugs, guns, **** fake documents... and, indispensably, killers. This is a paradise of sin, a hell that destroys the three views of ordinary people. One of the most shocking videos coming out of the dark web is the live broadcast of four masked men abusing and killing a woman and her baby. In reality, the "Silk Road" was destroyed by the U.S. government, but the "Silk Road 2.0" has successfully appeared and is more powerful.

Madrigal looked at the account and found that there was an extra transfer of Bitcoin.

It seems to have worked well, and it is only the third day, and Jack Johnson has made the final payment, and it seems that he has taken over the wealth that belongs to his wife.

Madrigal browsed the website and found nothing of value, so she closed the website and began writing her dissertation.

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New York City Police Department 12 Precincts.

The lights at night are especially bright in the police station.

Kate-Beckett puts the last photo of Dwayne Johnson in the archive box, ready to put the file box in the archive.

"Smack!"

Suddenly, a picture was thrown in front of her.

Beckett looked up, and sure enough, he found a suave face. As a loyal reader of "Derrick-Storm," Beckett never showed it to Richard-Castle — she would secretly read it behind closed doors in the toilet or sip wine in the bathtub at home.

"What does that mean, Castle?" asked Beckett, picking up the picture.

Castle looked at Beckett very excitedly and said, "Beckett, take a closer look at this picture and tell me what you see?"

Beckett looked in the yellow light.

"A woman's selfie?"

Castle walked up to Beckett, pointed to the top right corner of the photo and said, "What about you take a look at it?"

Beckett's face flushed slightly, but in the dim light it didn't catch Castle's attention. She followed Castle's finger and looked over.

"This is ... Barbara?"

"That's right!" Castle's voice was distorted with excitement. "You see, Barbara here is holding a cup of cucumber water in her right hand, but we didn't find the cup at the scene of her death!"

In the photo, Barbara's figure is somewhat blurred, and the water cup in her right hand is almost invisible. After all, this is a selfie of another woman, and the focus of the photo is not on Barbara's body.

"So?" asked Beckett.

Castle's eyes glowed strangely. "Water glasses, heart disease, swimming pools!!!Do you know what a classic murder element this is in a suspense novel??!!

"Castle, this isn't your mystery novel, it's reality!" Beckett said weakly.

"But it's not impossible!"

Beckett covered his face with his hands with a headache. She knew that things would develop like this, and the accidental death case that had been sorted out with great difficulty would be investigated as a homicide case.

Who made him Castle~