He Bing's eyes stared straight at the computer screen, and his eyes were almost glued to the LCD panel of the monitor. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

In the center of the screen is the ID of the "Zodiac Jade" on the Red Sea Forum.

After a long moment, he sighed deeply.

"If you come here, you will be safe."

If it weren't his own personal experience, he could hardly believe that a battle of sentiment in an online forum could lead to such an unpredictable computer master. He Bing was hit by a series of encounters and had no temper at all, and in the face of the absolute gap, he chose to admit it obediently very rationally.

The next day on that day.

He Bing found a friend who was in charge of information system security in the State Grid, and from the mouth of the friend, he learned about the incident of the invasion of the power network in Shencheng. This friend told Hebing three numbers.

The self-test cycle of the grid system is 10 seconds.

It was the time of regular maintenance, and the entire working group, a total of 7 network engineers, were working on the post.

After the system was abnormally shut down, the number of system logs recovered by the experts by technical means was 0, which means that the intruder did not leave any trace.

Everyone present was clear that this was definitely not an accidental downtime accident, but an Internet crime that was ready to go, organized into a model, and with superb technical means. And under the supervision of 7 network engineers, in less than 10 seconds, a series of actions such as intrusion, obtaining the highest authority, and shutting down the power grid system were completed.

Most importantly, there is not a single trail left behind.

This friend of Hebing smacked his lips, and his words were full of admiration and yearning for this group of masters. What young person doesn't love this kind of intense and exciting thing?

In the eyes of many security experts, the intruders are an organized and premeditated group.

But......

He Bing's intuition told him that the so-called group was actually "Huang Daoyu" himself, and there was only this one person. There is no possibility of any accomplices. But he could not find the hard evidence to support his suspicions.

None of this matters regardless of how many intruders there are.

The "deep city power outage" has been forcibly suppressed by the leaders of the power bureau, and in internal documents, the main thrust of the incident has been clearly defined as an accident. No employee will be held accountable, and all losses caused by power outages will be reported to the peak, and then wait for the specific handling of the accountability mechanism.

As for how to deal with the initiators of all this, as long as the person in charge still has reason in his head, he will definitely choose to avoid extraneous branches at such a juncture.

Turning big things into small things and small things into small things is exactly the normal tone within the system. These old fritters who are rolling in the system will not let themselves fall into unnecessary trouble for the sake of so-called fairness and justice and national interests.

But in Bing's heart, that is, Crane Bing, this matter lingered like a shadow.

He still remembers how frightened and helpless he felt that night when he saw the starry night sky over the deep city.

It is estimated that he will never forget the three Chinese characters "Huang Daoyu" in this life.

He Bing knocked a white wolf out of the cigarette case, lit it in his mouth, and then took a deep breath, letting the irritating smoke swirl in his lungs. He frowned, his hands tapped quickly on the keyboard, and habitually landed on the Red Sea forum.

Only this time, he used the ID of "Ice Howl".

In addition, the trumpet crane ice of the "No. 6 reinforcing man" did not have the courage to use it again.

He browsed through the posts and saw a lot of rookie newcomers who were eager to get the guidance of the great god Bing, but this time his mood changed subtly. What used to make him cool now seems a little boring.

Having seen a real super master, it was difficult for him to be complacent for such a low-level worship.

He Bing pressed the cigarette butt on the can, slid the mouse, and just wanted to switch pages, a little ghostly, and a post that had just been sent out in the comment area suddenly came into view.

"Please tell a friend who is engaged in game production, what is the specific process of a game published through formal channels, from project establishment, research and development to operation?"

There is no problem with the post itself.

But the ID of the poster made Bing Yan completely unable to take his eyes off.

"Huang Daoyu?!" His eyes widened, and his expression was a little surprised.

Putting his finger on the keyboard, typing out a tentative line, hovering over the enter key for a while, he hesitated for a long time and didn't dare to reply to the post rashly. He Bing asked himself, he was indeed a little weak-hearted.

Until now, he has not figured out the technical means used by Huang Daoyu to hack into his computer, although he dealt with it in a timely manner, but he still does not know what Huang Daoyu saw in his computer.

In other words, He Bing is not sure whether Huang Daoyu knows that the vest "No. 6 steel worker" and the Red Sea Forum god "Bing Howl" are actually the same person.

He originally thought that after Huang Daoyu made such a big move again, he would be out of security considerations, and it was very likely that he would not log on to the ID of the Red Sea Forum again. Who would have thought that this guy would swagger into the forum a few days later, and ask about the precautions for game production?

That's fine......

Hebing was able to confirm one thing. Huang Daoyu should be playing the regular route, perhaps the same person as himself. Otherwise, with his technology, there is no need to make money by making games, and the gray areas on the Internet are ways to make money. It's just that if you want to launder this kind of money, it is quite difficult.

He relaxed slightly.

Hacker is defined in a narrow sense, and is also divided into reckless hackers and hackers who abide by principles.

In Hebing's guess, Huang Daoyu should be regarded as the latter. But it's not all ...... How can a guy who uses the way of invading the power system of first-tier cities as a warning be a good stubble?

"A hacker of this level should have made a big name a long time ago. I've never heard of it before...... Could it be a vest? He Bing looked suspicious and muttered to himself.

It's just-

How could Huang Daoyu ask such a question that was obviously a rookie?

He Bing was a little confused. After about twenty minutes, he took a deep breath and slowly typed down a few words.

(18:11) Howl of the Ice Goose: Huqi recently has a program to support indie game producers. If the landlord is interested, you can contact me through the station SMS.

After he sent out this reply nervously, he waited restlessly for Huang Daoyu's reply.

The result was a little disappointing for him.

Only something like "The Ice Howl God has appeared!" "Bing Xi still likes to help newcomers so much! The admirer replied, but Huang Daoyu, the owner of the post, was silent as if he had disappeared again.

He Bing logged in to the background of the website and found that Huang Daoyu's IP had long been offline.

He stared at him for a moment, then shook his head.

"Sure enough, it's the style of a great god, and it really comes and goes without a trace."

It was impossible for Bing Howl to guess, the guy who posted just made a post with the mentality of giving it a try, and his mind was not on the Red Sea House forum at all, and he even forgot to check the reply to the post.

Wen Qian was also busy in front of the computer all night, searching for information related to game production, and finally had a simple understanding of the development process of a game, and no longer had the same blind eyes as in the past.

But the doubts in his heart never diminished.

Why did SOM17, an alien being, choose video games?

Soon it was the next morning.

Liu Ning made a phone call to Wen Qianyi's landline at home.

"Cousin,There's a cracking game that needs to be professionally sinicized.,There's about dozens of K texts.,There's a pay.。 Do you have the energy to try? ”

Mother Wen's curious gaze made Wen Qian also feel like a pinprick in his back.

And Wen Qian also found that he urgently needed a new mobile phone.

He told his family to go to the library for self-study, and walked out of the house with his schoolbag.