As soon as Hou Liang closed his eyelids, he heard the sound of the computer.

He looked closer, groggily, and his face changed after a glance.

His ID number was written in the message, and a photo was attached next to it, which showed that he was sleepy just now.

Hou Liang considers himself a master of the Internet, although his skills are all wild and not necessarily very clever, but he can find out the open and secret channels in the network - where is the public area, where can dive, where there are reefs, where is the forbidden area...... It's not that he hasn't been put in the aisle, but it's the first time he's been so blatant.

Who are the people lurking on the dark web? Law-abiding people.

Breaking free from the control of the law, it is natural to lose legal protection. In the realm of madness, only by hiding your identity can you protect yourself.

And now, he's stripped naked.

It felt like there were ghosts all around, and he was the only one who was steaming.

Hou Liang slipped out of the chair in a panic and slipped to the ground, his legs so weak that they didn't belong to him.

His heart was pounding, heavy and light, and blood flowed into his chest, making him breathless.

A phrase echoed in my head: Some secrets are going to kill people when they see the light.

Gathering the courage to settle down, he propped his elbows on the edge of the table and brought his body back to his chair from the floor.

staring blankly at each other's avatars, it was a small yellow and white flower, a bit like a sunflower, a bit like a chrysanthemum, in short, the color was monotonous, the petals were flat, and it was a bit like the "Seven Colored Flowers" he had heard when he was a child.

Hou Liang took a deep breath, put his hands on the keyboard, and shivered and cheered himself up: Isn't it just a wild flower, a swollen face and a fat man, and he wants to play a chat if he knows how to hack skills.

So self-comforting, the heartbeat really calmed down, but the fingers were still stiff, poked on the keyboard, and it took a long time to type a few words: Who are you?

After watching it back and forth a few times, click send.

***

Jiang Cheng went to find someone's kung fu, and Sheng Makeup was waiting at his house.

Her family couldn't stay, so to be fair, he was in charge of temporary containment.

Before entering the door, he put on makeup and said politely, "I'm sorry for you." ”

Jiang Cheng didn't say anything polite to her, and when she entered the door, he pointed to the sofa and showed her, "You sit there." "There is no room for negotiation between words.

Sheng Makeup didn't hear it, walked straight to the dining table, took out a disposable paper cup and poured water for himself, and drank most of the glass of water before he seemed to remember him, "Leave me alone, you go get busy." ”

When he spoke, he looked calm, like a spring breeze.

She saw that Jiang Cheng's face turned cold, and she turned around and brought the door, probably as an overseer.

As soon as the door closed, the interest in the battle was defeated.

When she was in the world, she could still distinguish her spirit and fight two sentences, but now she is herself, and she is once again in a hidden crisis.

Sheng Makeup slumped into his chair before he became dizzy.

She hunched down on the table for a moment, looking around.

The house was empty, and that was her first feeling.

It's not a problem with the placement of furniture, it's the lack of popularity, like the exhibition hall used to make up the numbers, and the lack of order in life.

The sofa is fabric, without a cover, although it is an old style, it is not dirty, and there are no wrinkles; The TV plug hangs down on the side of the TV stand, but there is no latch next to it, and the nearest latch is visually at least two meters away from the TV, requiring a transition from the power strip.

I searched around and didn't see the power strip, could it be that this person doesn't usually watch TV?

Sheng Makeup chuckled in his heart, like a man's back.

She quickly turned her head, her eyes locked on the closed bedroom door.

What would it be like inside?