One hundred and four, the godfather of hacking.

In the west of the city, commercial buildings, at night, there are almost no people in this vicinity.

The taxi also drove fast and hurried by, as if to say that this place is very evil, and it is better not to stop.

Outside the building, the signboard is half-hung and the lights are unknown.

The boy who returned to the room turned on the old machine he had brought.

It's different from today's ultra-thin notebooks.

The juvenile one looks very old, like a model from more than ten years ago.

Such an old machine,Anyone who plays games knows,In addition to the bad feeling of typing,The screen display and memory are not available。

But it's such an elderly machine, the moment the screen is opened, the special effects spread along the edges, and the silver light lines are especially beautiful in the night, not to mention the letters that float faintly on the fuselage, z.

The entire hacking community knows what the word z represents.

There is a rumor that says so.

When the network invades, they all bow down and claim the king.

No one knows who is behind this letter now.

But Z's methods are more ruthless than those of more than ten years.

The people on the road say that Z is now used by Huaxia, and I don't know if it's true or not.

But there is one thing, no one dares to defy the law.

Gu Jie, who is also familiar with network security, missed this scene in another bedroom and read the messages on his mobile phone twice.

She pulled a coat out and replied with a message with one hand: "I'll go." ”

"I'm sending someone to pick you up?"

Gu Jie put on the baseball cap and pressed the word: "No." ”

A whole set of movements down, neat and crisp.

Gu Jie raised his eyes and glanced at the sky outside the window, which was completely dark.

She was worried about the child in the next room.

Before you go, I still have to tell you...

It's starting to rain outside again.

Probably it has something to do with the seasons.

It didn't rain much, but for teenagers, it wasn't so like.

East of the city, a certain base.

When Chu Ziyou entered the living room, his hair was still wet.

All-Star Era Live.

Chu Ziyou is another walking signboard, and he can't come up and start broadcasting.

The agent called an assistant, and he had to figure it out.

Fortunately, there is still time.

Even a little agent is still very concerned: "Young Master, who did you go to see today?" ”

"No one." Chu Ziyou is very secretive in terms of secrecy, and without Gu Jie, he is the same impatient Chu Dashao again: "Don't spray, that's it, I'll turn on the computer." ”

The agent didn't force it, after all, the gel water sprayed on the head is difficult to wash.

Chu Zi was driving the computer from there.

On the other side, Gu Jie pushed open the door of the other bedroom in the room.

The silver-haired boy sitting in front of the computer, his typing hand suddenly stopped.

There were no lights on in the bedroom.

Only a faint moonlight poured in through the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Looking at the past from Gu Jie's perspective, the young man seemed to be sitting in front of the moon, his eyebrows and eyes were tired, his side face was handsome, and even his fingertips seemed to be shining with light.

His fingers are slender and porcelain-white, and when placed on the keyboard, they look even more precious.

Gu Jie's eyes paused for a moment, such a hand, not playing games, it's a pity...

But soon, this regret was wiped out by the young man's chuckle: "Sister, something?" ”

As he said this, the boy pressed the enter key without a trace.

Past experience will not be discovered.

But Gu Jie is different, she has always been sensitive to the sound of the keyboard, raised her eyebrows slightly, and walked over slowly: "Are you switching pages?" Is there something you don't want me to see? ”