Yongchuan, Xining Development Zone, Christine Literature and Art Center.

Just when Wang Dynasty was very frustrated and tried to connect to the wireless network, a middle-aged man with a gentle temperament just pressed the elevator of the art center, and the basement was filled with an eerie coolness that was completely different from that on the ground.

The elevator goes up from the second floor and stops on the second floor.

The middle-aged man walked out of the elevator with a backpack on his back and walked towards the door of the Central Performing Arts Hall.

Attending the fan meeting, oh no, the memorial service is crowding into the central performing arts hall.

The central hall, which is fully open, can accommodate nearly 5,000 people, and in the public area at the entrance of the hall is surrounded by many girls who have not yet entered the hall but have particularly sad expressions, some of them crouching by the wall and crying, and some of them gather in pairs to comfort and cheer each other.

The middle-aged man passed between them, and his backpack happened to scrape the pendant on one of the girls' backpacks, and the two became entangled, and the middle-aged man was forced to stop.

"I'm so sorry." He apologized to the girl first.

The girl tried to take off her backpack but was prevented.

"It's okay, I'll do it myself."

He asked the girl to turn her back, slightly unzipped some of the girl's backpacks, and then unhooked the hook that hooked his backpack and gently restored it.

Perhaps the middle-aged man's voice was clearer and more pleasant than the cello music played on the radio, or perhaps the casual suit and T-shirt he wore seemed casual but showed a strong artist's temperament, the girl suddenly wanted to talk to the man in front of her like his father, but before she could speak, the middle-aged man bowed to her in advance, showed a very modest and polite smile, and then turned away.

Probably some kind of orchestra musician who will perform at the center, the girl reluctantly looked back and thought with some regret.

……

Entrance to the Christine Performing Arts Center.

Mu Wenhua hurriedly ran up the long stairs, her sideburns were messy but she didn't have time to comb it, last night when she went to bed, her daughter also gave her a sweet goodnight kiss, she fell into a deep sleep with a very beautiful vision, but when she got up in the morning to make breakfast, a thunderbolt fell from her head.

After broadcasting today's weather, the host broadcast a breaking news in a very serious and sad tone.

When Mu Wenhua heard the news, she almost knocked over the pan on the gas, and she died, depressed, and committed suicide, how is this possible?

The sound of her husband taking her little daughter laughing at the dining table came from the living room, but the laughter quickly stopped because of the news, she was happy for a long time when she grabbed the tickets that day, and her husband was also very considerate and said that he would take the child at home, so that she could rest assured that she would go to the fan meeting, but now, Shengsheng is dead, what is she going to see?

Mu Wenhua squatted down in the kitchen in a daze, and she didn't cry at first, until the sound of footsteps and the sound of turning off the gas came that she began to cry.

A pair of broad palms caressed her back, and she was held tightly in her lover's arms, tears were left behind, and she began to cry loudly.

She remembered that she had cried for a long time, and that she had experienced the pain of being hit on the head many years ago when her wish was about to be fulfilled, and now she seemed to be back to the summer vacation when she was 18 years old, the same cicadas chirping and the same hot summer, only this time, the person who scolded her became the person who loved her.

Her lover said to her, "Let's go, I'll go with you, no matter what, you still want to go, right?" ”

Mu Wenhua wiped away her tears and nodded vigorously.

They drove from Yongchuan Avenue to the Xining Development Zone, and the traffic jam was very serious along the way, and the news of the cancellation of the meeting was announced on the car radio for a while, and the news about depression was mentioned for a while. Mu Wenhua used her mobile phone to board beithyou uneasily, and when she saw the discussion post at the top, she replied resolutely: Even if the meeting is canceled, I want to go.

Later, she received a text message from the fan association jointly stating that the meeting would be held as scheduled, and she felt a bitter sense of satisfaction in her heart, no matter what, the wish that she failed to achieve in the summer vacation when she was 18 years old can finally be achieved today.

Her husband sent her to the door of the performing arts center, told her that he would take her daughter to a nearby building to find a bookstore to play for a while, and asked her to rest assured, and finally gave her a soothing kiss.

She ran up the stairs as fast as she could, she was too eager to see anyone passing in front of her, and when she realized that it was too late to brake, she crashed into the other party.

The other party took two steps back, held her up, and whispered "Be careful".

Only then did she realize that she had just bumped into a middle-aged man wearing gold-rimmed glasses, the middle-aged man was carrying a black backpack, his eyes were gentle, and a sad cello music was playing in the hall.

……

Heng Xiao is the most ordinary male secretary in the general manager's office of Christine Performing Arts Center, and when he received a call from the police, he was still secretly chatting with his girlfriend; Before putting down the phone, the last thing he replied was: Don't come to join in the fun, the main hall can't be crowded.

He picked up the phone, and the cello suddenly burst into flames.

The person on the other end of the phone claimed to be a criminal policeman, because he received a report that someone had planted a bomb in the art center, although it may be a false alarm, but for the sake of safety, he still needs to know about the center, and asked the art center to immediately activate the emergency plan and start the orderly evacuation of the crowd.

When he first heard the news, Heng Xiao panicked in his heart, but he still couldn't help but feel that this might be some kind of prank, yes, there are a lot of news about lying about bomb alarms, maybe someone is lying to call the police?

"I'll give you the phone and take it to our general manager's office." He stood up and looked at the dense flow of people downstairs like an ant colony.

……

The middle-aged man with his backpack had walked a long way, and he finally sat down in the lounge area at the end of the corridor, where he was on his left hand side by the last safe exit of the entire floor, and there was no one in the middle hall compared to the boiling sky in front of the central hall.

He put down his backpack, pulled out a sandwich from it, and patiently nibbled on it.

The aunt in charge of cleaning looked at the man who was nibbling on the sandwich with some inexplicability, and pulled the mop and dragged it to his feet.

The middle-aged man removed his foot very good-naturedly and took a bite of the bread, revealing the bright red ham filling inside.

Aunt Cleaning asked, "You sent your daughter to the concert?" ”

The middle-aged man laughed again, showing a very good upbringing: "Yes." ”

"But isn't the star who did the concert dead?"

"My daughter likes it, and I can't help it." He stood up very helplessly, took the last bite, threw the sandwich plastic paper and the paper bag with the outer packaging, into the trash, and walked down the safe passage.

……

The subway car is playing a reminder that the train is about to arrive at Xining Square Station.

Lin Chen looked up at the guiding light, and there were still two stops away from the Christine Literature and Art Center.

Just now, Jiang Chao came with news that most of the police force of the Ludihu Fire Squadron had been dispatched to rescue the serial collision accidents caused by the spontaneous combustion of vehicles in the tunnel at the bottom of the lake, and the leader said that if the squadron was to be transferred, there must be sufficient evidence to prove that there might be an attack, otherwise the random deployment of firefighting forces would be detrimental to the fire safety of other areas of the city.

That's what the other side said.

Lin Chen looked at the torture slave company.

Xing Conglian had just finished the phone call with the general manager of Yongchuan Christine Literature and Art Center, and the general manager on the other end of the phone also had a similar meaning, of course, the bomb attack warning was a reason he made up, but he couldn't think of any other reason to make the other party relatively nervous and not make the other party panic too much.

The manager had a relatively good attitude, and he said in a very cooperative tone: "Yes, yes, I understand, I will report the traffic data you want immediately, but I really don't know you, do you have any way to prove your identity, or you can ask the leader of the development zone to call me." But I will arrange the work immediately, and when the superior calls, I will start to act. ”

After he finished speaking, he hung up.

While looking at the floor plan of the art center, Xing Conglian couldn't help but dial Jiang Chao's phone again.

"Can you contact the leaders of the Xining Development Zone, and ask them to call the manager of the Art Center to help me confirm my identity."

"Old criminal, old criminal, you really used me as a secretary, I am now broken into eighteen parts, how many leaders call me to ask if my brain is broken, if nothing happens in the end, I estimate that we will not be able to escape the warning punishment, and maybe we will be persuaded to retire."

"Where are you now?" The criminal servant asked.

"Lao Tzu just got on the subway, I just notified all levels of the city, but the opinions of the leaders are very unanimous, you have to have evidence, just based on Song Shengsheng's suicide to speculate that the dark network will conduct a second live broadcast of death This reason is not sufficient, as long as you have sufficient evidence, the strength of the whole city will be deployed by you!"

Lin Chen listened to these words in his mind, but Wang Dynasty had already been searching for the live broadcast content on the dark network for a moment after stepping into the jeep, but he glanced at the time, there were 15 minutes left to start the meeting, and it was impossible to confirm the relationship between the two in a short time.

"You once said that you are very familiar with the source code of the royal No. 1 mobile phone selling prostitution software, have you compared the code of the live broadcast website with the software code of the royal No. 1 mobile phone?"

Lin Chen couldn't help but ask the dynasty, although he also knew very well that it was impossible for a young man's style of doing things not to compare the two, but at this critical moment, he could only ask this.

"Of course, compared to Ah Chen, I have even compared Yang Dianfeng's stupid footcloth system, it shouldn't be written by the same person."

Xing Conglian hung up the phone, and while continuing to look through the drawings, he asked him again: "Consultant Lin, with your understanding of these people, how will they act this time?" ”

"We have destroyed their stronghold in the last operation, so it is impossible for them to organize enough manpower in a short period of time, and this operation is more like revenge, if you are not wrong about the bugging, then the power they have should not be underestimated, we are not facing small criminal gangs, but more likely medium to large criminal organizations."

"In other words, the other party's technological power may be higher than ours, such as the ability to control computer networks?" The criminal servant asked.

"Boss, although it's urgent now, I'm still very unhappy that you say that!"

Xing Conglian pressed the tablet with two fingers, enlarged the drawings of the Literature and Art Center three times, and asked Wang Chao: "The last time you went to find the evidence of Li Jingtian's case, did you see the management system of the Christine Literature and Art Center?" ”

Wang Chao gasped suddenly: "I seem to have seen it once or twice!" ”

"I rely on the boss, you say so!" As he spoke, the young man wanted to cut into the network system of the Literature and Art Center, but for some reason, he couldn't even open the homepage of the Literature and Art Center's website.

"I'm going to get out of the car, I'm going to get out!" Wang Dynasty patted the computer in annoyance, and almost dropped the machine.

"What's going on?" The criminal servant asked.

"I can't connect to the intranet of the art center."

"The firewall is too powerful?"

"No, isn't it ......" Wang Dynasty said in extreme panic, "there is only one possibility for this to happen......"

"What?"

"Someone manually disconnected the network, either cut the fiber optic cable, or burned the distribution box of the telecom."

……

In fact, the first person to find out about the problem with the central network was not Wang Chao, but Heng Xiao, the male secretary in the general manager's office, because of the last > he wanted to send to his girlfriend

The office immediately resounded with the sound of many employees desperately clicking on the mouse, and the sound of hand-to-ear exchanges gradually sounded.

Mr. General Manager rushed out of the office and quickly said to him: "Notify all staff to take up their posts, prepare to activate the emergency plan, and start evacuating the audience." ”

Heng Xiao looked at his boss and was stunned: "You said, evacuate the audience?" ”

Mr. General Manager glanced at the office and asked, "What's the matter, why are you stunned, don't you have long ears?" ”

"Manager, our network ......is broken," Heng Xiao said timidly.

"What's the use of calling the telecom company when the network is down?" After the manager finished speaking, he suddenly thought of something, his face turned blue for a moment, and he quickly took out his mobile phone and reversed the call just now.

"Hello Mr. Officer, our network is cut off, and we can't get the traffic data for the time being, I'll go to the monitoring room now." The manager rushed out of the office as he spoke, and the moment he ran out of the door, he didn't forget to shout to his subordinates, "Go to work, save people!" ”

The violin music in the hall was about to reach its □□, and there was a feeling of rolling waves on the sea.

……

Mu Wenhua finally squeezed into the main performance hall and found her place to sit down.

The main performance hall has a total of three floors, and it is said that the fan meeting was originally only open for half a floor, but now, Mu Wenhua saw people sitting in the corner of the third floor.

She put down her bag and sent her husband a message that she had arrived safely, and then she opened the bag, where an old CD that she had planned to sign for Sang Sheng lay quietly.

At this moment, the radio sounded: "Due to circuit failure and other reasons, the Christine Art Center is about to close, please find the nearest safety exit and leave the venue in an orderly manner." ”

Mu Wenhua couldn't help but clench the bag belt, and she suddenly remembered her daughter.

……

Lin Chen rushed out of the subway with the Lian Dynasty, and the majestic Christine Literary and Art Center appeared in front of them.

The people from the Xining Development Zone Police Station have arrived, and the director led the team, and when he saw the criminal company, the sweaty police station chief hurriedly said: "Lao Jiang has already told us about the situation, and we rushed here immediately after receiving the news, and now the first step is to evacuate the masses, right?" ”

Before he finished speaking, there seemed to be a muffled sound from the inside of the art center not far away.

In the venue, people have been evacuated according to the instructions of the staff, and the flow of people is surging, however, the sudden sound makes them stay on the spot and look back.

Following the gaze of those people, facing the dazzling scorching sun, Lin Chen looked in the direction of the literary and artistic center, if he heard correctly, it was a very dull sound just now, it should be the sound of some small explosive.

They didn't have time to catch their breath and ran against the flow of people to the top of the steps.

Xing Conglian's mobile phone rang again, the ringtone was like a life, Lin Chen had never felt that it was so exhausting to keep running.

As soon as they rushed into the hall, the deafening fire alarm suddenly sounded again, and there was no fire in his field of vision, but the ringing of the bell that hit the eardrums was enough to make anyone's vision dazed, those frightened faces, crazy screams, the girl's long hair thrown up, the boy's gray-dyed sneakers, everything was like a palette that kept stirring, it was dizzying, Lin Chen stopped and tried his best to breathe.

"What's going on inside?" The convict casually grabbed a boy who didn't look so flustered and asked.

Perhaps it was his extraordinary calmness that was infectious, and the boy replied clearly following the rules: "As soon as the staff evacuated us, a garbage can exploded on the second floor, and I heard that there was a fire somewhere inside!" ”

The slight sound of the cello came from inside the building, the strings vibrated and the music was high, as if flames were pouring out.

The police officers of the Xining Police Station rushed into the hall against the flow of people, and Lin Chen was about to follow, but was pulled by the criminal: "Where do you think that Mr. Meijing will be?" ”

"It's definitely not in this art center." Lin Chen stood up straight, and quickly understood the meaning of Xing Conglian's question, and his heart suddenly became extremely clear, "If I am planning to create a tragedy, I will definitely not be too far away from it, I will definitely watch the turmoil happen with my own eyes, I must watch here." He looked around, the Christine Center was surrounded by construction sites, and there were only three completed buildings nearby, so in the building with the best view, someone might be looking down on the chaos with a very pleased smile.

"Dynasty, do me a favor and calculate which of the three buildings has the best view."

The young man's gifted imagination was once again stretched to the extreme, and he looked at the three tall buildings around him, then pointed to one of them, and said to him, "This is the one." ”

As he spoke, a stream of water suddenly sprayed down from the ceiling, and many people were provoked by the cold water to scream again, Lin Chen looked up and found that the automatic sprinkler system of the art center began to work, but there was no fire in the hall on the first floor, and the fire protection system of a place like Christine Art Center must be very strong, but he suddenly remembered the network that had just been broken, and he only felt more worried.

But whether it is a fire protection system or an intelligent building control system, these things are not his specialty at all.

"I'll go there." He pointed to the tall building outside the door and said to the torture conglian very decisively.

"Lin Chen!" At the moment when he turned around, the torturer suddenly called out to him.

Lin Chen turned around suddenly, the explosion sounded, the cello sound stopped suddenly, and the splash of water sprinkled on the ceiling actually reached the end of the strong crossbow, Lin Chen was shocked to find that the fire shutter that was originally used to separate the fire in the large space actually began to slowly lower.

The crowd began screaming again.

Everyone was crazy and wanted to pass before the shutter closed, but at that moment, Lin Chen found that the faces of everyone around him had disappeared, and he could only see the torture congregation.

Even though the crowd pushed and shoved like waves crashing on the shore, the criminal servant company still stood very steady, standing like a reef, unmoving.

Lin Chen watched him take out something from his waist and throw it hard, he reached out to catch it, his hand felt cold to the touch, he lowered his head, only to find that the torturer company actually threw it to him with a gun.

When he looked up again, the gate fell, a cold, silver-gray that separated them.

The shouting around him was still the same, and he could no longer see the figure of the torture slave company. 166 Reading Network