Chapter 2: Mysterious Hackers

The police said that after obtaining all the records of her sister's activities, they found that it was I who had last contacted her and made her appear at the scene of the incident, and that there was no other evidence that it was a murder. There is still no progress in the investigation of the strange vehicle and the surveillance site, and they also remind that the brother-in-law's vital signs are not very good right now, and they need to be mentally prepared.

When I heard this, I only felt that it was dark in front of me, and I fainted to the ground, and by the time I woke up, it was noon the next day.

The sun shone on the bed in the bedroom, a little harsh but not warm, and the summer heat was not felt at all, and this exceptionally safe room was extremely eerie. My husband was afraid that my nephew and I would not be able to open it, so he locked all the windows in the house, removed the mirror frames, and removed the mirrors, and would whisper outside the house to comfort the crying nephew.

What did the family do wrong? Why does fate treat us like this?

Anger and hatred poured out from my heart, and I longed to slaughter all the people and gods who caused my sister's death, but in fact my body was just like a zombie, lying motionless on the bed, swallowed up by tears.

Suddenly, the phone in his pants pocket vibrated and he hurriedly took it out to answer it.

The caller was a friend commonly known as the "gossip king", and she couldn't wait to say that all the news about the car accident on the Internet had been deleted, and I heard that several people suspected of spreading rumors had been arrested by the police.

The "Gossip King" is well-connected and well-informed, and he doesn't like to tell right and wrong, and his words are very credible. Even so, she still didn't dare to believe her words in her heart, and hurriedly hung up the phone to check on the Internet, and sure enough, as she said, the police also posted a report on the progress of the investigation that made the victim's family quite reassuring.

Why is online content banned? Why did the police do this?

At this time, the phone shook again, showing that it was a WeChat, and I subconsciously clicked on it.

Shocking content: "You didn't kill your sister!" A car accident is murder! “

I panicked on the letter man's page, a big headshot in the dark wearing a black mask and a black hat, and I couldn't even see clearly, let alone distinguish between men and women. The WeChat account is a string of garbled characters, the nickname has only one "spirit" word, and the region, signature file and personal album are blank.

I clearly remember that the phone has a password and fingerprint verification when it is turned on, but after encountering online violence, I deleted the "WeChat" app, and I am sure that authentication is required when adding a friend, and the friend has never been added to the address book, how did it appear in my mobile phone?

"You're a hacker? Why hack my phone? "Suppressing the anger in my heart, I tried to communicate with the other person, trying to find some clues.

"Click on this video!"

The other party ignored my question and replied with an irrelevant message.

Swindler! That's your first reaction when you see this reply. My sister's news was on the hot search, so the family was doxxed! This is the second reaction. Before I could block it, the other party sent me a video, virus! This is the third reaction.

Just as he was about to delete it, the video started to play automatically, it was two minutes before my sister's accident, and the camera was located on a high place directly opposite the supermarket.

Suddenly, the picture zoomed in, the car that caused the accident had been parked behind the big billboard directly opposite the "Maoyuan Supermarket", when my sister came out of the supermarket, the accident car suddenly started, and then frantically crashed into the billboard and ran over my sister directly.

"Makeshift billboards, driverless cars, lost surveillance, accurate time, your sister is murder!"

"But, but, I let her go to the supermarket!"

"Why did you want to make sweet and sour plum strips that day?" The other party's words shocked my memory.

It's a very good friend who chatted with me on the school's internal website. In his words, he mentioned that when he entered the school, his family made their favorite specialty dishes to celebrate, and also filmed the production process, and finally made a move as a graduation gift for him, which made him very moved, so he proposed that we also celebrate my nephew in the same way. At that time, the family thought it was a good idea, and if the hacker's words were serious, everything was very scary.

Why did the senior brother hurt his sister?

"If you want the police to catch the real murderer, you have to live to protect yourself! Don't talk to anyone about this conversation or video! ”

"Who are you? Why are you telling me this? ”

My nervous hands trembled, and I pressed the wrong word a few times in succession, and before the message could be sent, the other party had disappeared without a trace on the phone, including the dialog box that was still typing.

Rubbing your eyes, swiping the screen, getting nowhere, dreaming? Or is it grief that leads to the vision? Such a large amount of information has stirred my brain into a pulp, take a deep breath! Breathe deeply! Try to comfort yourself and try to calm down.

I can't tell my husband about this, not to mention the hacker's warning, but I remember that every time he uselessly persuades himself to drink more hot water and believe the police, I feel that there is no need to communicate, the science man is a magical existence, he will not understand my heart!

After thinking for a while, he dialed the phone number of the "Gossip King", and asked about the recent situation of the kind-hearted senior brother by taking advantage of his nephew's schooling.

According to a friend, the day after my sister's accident, the senior brother went to work in a university in the United States, and he didn't even participate in the postdoctoral defense of Wuda University, and everyone thought he was crazy to study for a doctorate. But a few days ago, a junior brother went to the United States to accompany the boss of the internship company to socialize, and met him who had become the CEO of a company in a luxury club.

My friend couldn't help but sigh on the phone, rich people are really heavy-mouthed, and fat and ugly men can still talk about it. Indeed, in terms of appearance, appearance, and conversation, that senior brother really does not belong to the scope of support, but how can everything be so coincidental?

Could it be that my sister embezzled public funds?

The financial management system of Wuda is notoriously strict, and when it comes to money, inspectors and auditors check it at all levels, and cash payments are settled on the same day. My sister is not the head of the department, and there are no procedural loopholes that allow her to embezzle public funds. Even if it was misappropriated, how could the money be given to that senior brother?

Love kills?

My sister is indeed beautiful, and there are always people who praise our sisters for their appearance too much by God, but she is very honest and introverted, and her colleagues around her are all women, and she goes to and from work on time every day, and her relationship with her brother-in-law is also very good, and there is no trace of a trajectory. Besides, if you want to cheat, what do you like about your senior brother?

Questions are like crazy weeds, piling up in my heart. I was bent on finding the real murderer to avenge my sister, but the reality was confusing and I didn't know where to start!

"Xiaolou! Hurry back to school and find the leader! I just saw the list of labor contracts signed on campus this year, and there is no you on it! The phone rang again, the anxious words of a colleague rang in his ears, another thunderbolt from the sky, and the long-standing worry finally became a reality.

In Wudu, there are two famous schools with a long history and well-known to women and children, Nanhua University and Wudu University, and the relationship and ranking between the two schools have always been like the East and the West. Among them, Wudu University is located in the prime location of Wudu City, surrounded by a large number of expensive residential areas, and it is the dream of many people to be a teacher in Wudu.

However, in recent years, with the expansion of enrollment and the rise of returning to China, the recruitment threshold of Wuda has become higher and higher, and it is impossible for a small master's degree in liberal arts graduated from an ordinary college like me to get in. With the development of the country, more and more scientific research projects are undertaken by universities, and research assistants who are responsible for day-to-day finance and administration have emerged. This position is multi-tasking and cumbersome, and it is the busiest person in a department or a research group.

Unfortunately, scientific research assistants do not belong to the traditional sense of scientific research or teaching, do not belong to the mainstream of school culture, and the people who work are all signed labor contracts, that is, temporary workers who are usually called outside the establishment, so it is reasonable to be disrespected, especially by some snobs.

At the beginning, my sister said that it was not easy for girls to find a stable job close to home without traveling, and considering that they could still take care of each other, I applied for the scientific research assistant of the Science and Technology Department of Wuda University, and I have been working for four and a half years. The original leaders were very good, although there was no establishment, they also treated me with equal pay for equal work, and there was never a problem with renewing the labor contract every two years, and the work was very easy. But since the previous year, after the transfer of a new leader from the science and technology department, the nightmare began.