Zhao Yujie knows these two girls, it is not appropriate to say that they know, as the most famous aristocratic school in the city, the students of "Yuntai Private Middle School" have always been superior, many students are proud to know the students of their school, Zhao Yujie, who has a little confidence in her appearance, tried her best to get to know several of them.

A few days ago, under the cover of these friends, she slipped into the "Yuntai Private Middle School" to participate in the school's celebration, and heard them accidentally mention several "celebrities" at the top of the school, one of whom even pointed to the rostrum to explain, so that Zhao Yujie knew that those high-rise existences that people looked up to, and there were Yan Qian and Huang Zhen among the people at that time, both of whom were beautiful girls who were unforgettable at first sight, and Zhao Yujie recognized them immediately.

Because Yan Qian and Huang Zhen came to Lin Jixin in a hurry last time, and there was no one in Lin Jixin's class who knew them, the matter did not spread at all, and Zhao Yujie, who had no idea, couldn't help but ridicule when she heard Sun Xueqiang's words.

In the eyes of everyone, Sun Xueqiang pulled Lin Jixin and strode towards Huang Zhen and them, a few steps away from them, and involuntarily lightened his steps under the gaze of the two pairs of beautiful eyes.

Lin Jixin broke away from his hand, raised his eyebrows helplessly, and stood still looking at the two girls indifferently.

Zhao Yujie suddenly had a bad feeling, she clearly saw that although Huang Zhen tried her best to keep her expression unchanged, her cold expression quickly melted, and a faint peach halo appeared on her cheeks.

In the sound of broken glasses, Huang Zhen walked in front of Lin Jixin: "Hello! I'm Huang Zhen, and we're meeting again. ”

Sun Xueqiang puffed up his chest with honor, turned his head triumphantly, and saw Zhao Yujie, who had been petrified.

"What's the matter?" Lin Jixin frowned incomprehensibly.

"Find a place to talk." Huang Zhen looked around.

Moments later, they came to a café.

"Something to say." Lin Jixin sat down face-to-face with Huang Zhen, and Sun Xueqiang and Yan Qian sat on the side.

"Actually, it's nothing...... Hey, don't go! Seeing him get up, Huang Zhen was still nervous, and hurriedly said, "I came this time to let you teach me kung fu." ”

"Learn Kung Fu?"

"Well, I hope you can teach me."

looked at Huang Zhen with a serious expression on a playful face, and when she was a little restless, he chuckled: "My kung fu is not so easy to learn. ”

Seeing that he had the intention of agreeing, Huang Zhen was overjoyed, eagerly raised her right hand, and almost knocked over the coffee cup on the table: "I will work hard, and I can also ...... apprenticeship."

"It's not necessary to apprentice," he muttered, "this is about talent, let's learn and see." ”

"And how do I contact you?" Huang Zhen asked.

Seeing that he hesitated, she took out a delicate mobile phone from her handbag: "This is what my friend asked me to help buy, or I will use it for you first, and I will go and get one for him." ”

Huang Zhen looked at him a little nervously, obviously worried that he would refuse, he smiled and took it casually, "It just so happens that I plan to get a mobile phone, and it will be used as tuition." ”

"That's it for now, and we'll get in touch next time." After chatting for a while, he stood up and shouted at Sun Xueqiang, "Let's go!" ”

At this time, Sun Xueqiang was chatting with Yan Qian on the side, and unconsciously took out all the secrets he had before - fortunately, he didn't have any secrets worth hiding before.

"What did you say?" It seems that he did have a good time, and he sat next to them and didn't even hear what was said.

"Casual chat." It was simple to send Sun Xueqiang away, he quickly changed the topic, "The beautiful woman with you seems to have a good impression of you." ”

"What's the matter, Yan Qian just has a very cheerful personality, we can talk."

"They all said they could talk about it, but they still refused to admit it."

"Nothing." Sun Xueqiang smiled so hard that he grinned to the back of his head, whether he likes it or not, pleasing a beautiful woman is enough to satisfy his vanity.

Seeing that he was so happy that he couldn't tell the difference between east and west, north and south, Lin Jixin looked at the new mobile phone in his hand and smiled thoughtfully.

At the Yujiang Police Station, Director Pang Zhonghong put down the phone that was chatting a little hotly, hesitated for a moment with a calm face, took a breath, rubbed his face, and picked up the phone again: "Xiao Yang, come in." ”

When Secretary Yang walked in, he said, "Is there a problem with the security situation in Hongliu District?" ”

"This ...... I'll ask right away. ”

Very satisfied with the agility of his subordinates, he nodded and added: "Recently, the masses over there have generally reacted, and if you pay attention to it, if you need to strengthen the intensity of the attack, you must strike hard, and you must ensure the safety of the people's lives and property." ”

The more private the more it means that it needs to be dealt with urgently, for the leader to entrust the matter to the non-public situation, Secretary Yang understands, after a few phone calls, the file of the "Wanhui Group" employee disappearance case was sent to the desk of the director of the Hongliu Branch, and then, the task force was quickly established, with more than 30 years of criminal police experience, has solved many major cases, and has been in a semi-retired state of the old criminal policeman Chen Bodong was specially strengthened.

Before you know it, a big net quietly unfolds.

Lin Jixin didn't know that Lu Dao's tracking of the body buried in Xiaoshan was in full swing, and he had already come to the newly bought house, and the furniture and everything were left by the old owner, which saved him a lot of trouble.

This community is developed by the suburban population, the installation of cameras and security equipment are not formal, due to the complex environment, and the flow of people, it is very difficult to keep an eye on a resident here, which is his ideal second nest.

In the past few days, he has been mainly busy with buying a house, and he did it almost yesterday.

Once inside, he turned on his computer and expertly logged into the website introduced by Tovinson.

"Hello."

"Doctor, it's early today."

……

A line of greetings popped up.

After a few days, he was already familiar with it.

Greeting, he chatted with people while casually browsing the news, and at the end of the day, he didn't find anything of value. Looking for a needle in a haystack is all about luck, and "Comma Vine" is considered to have won the jackpot.

Thinking of "comma vine", he turned his gaze to the plant on his desk.

He took a glass of water, stood beside the desk, took out a mineral water bottle with a small semi-blue liquid, carefully dripped two drops into the cup, and then slowly watered the added water along the roots of the trunk.

The potted plant let out a thirsty sound from its roots as if it had come to life, and the water was absorbed before it could seep into the soil, and the comma-shaped leaves, which had been somewhat languishing, became stretched and verdant again.

Looking at the rejuvenated "Comma Vine", he put down the water glass and stretched, showing a relieved smile.

Sitting back down on his computer, he thought about it and typed a new URL into the address bar.

The first thing that pops up is the login box.

After thinking about it, he tentatively entered an account password.

With a slight click of the mouse, I actually boarded it.

It's still really the same, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and that extraordinarily rich face appeared in front of him.

After two more rigorous certifications, he finally made it inside the site.

This is a pure English forum, it seems to be related to transportation, full of posts asking for goods or convoy transportation, he knows very well that this is all an illusion, this is one of the five major black markets in the world online, these goods, convoys have their own meanings, covering the smuggling and trading of gold jewelry and even drugs and weapons, and non-insiders can't figure it out even if they see it.

Because the relevant qualifications need to be recommended by insiders, he can only tentatively use a password he knows, but fortunately he hasn't changed it.

This is one of the several top accounts with high authority, there are many online acquaintances, and as soon as it goes online, a lot of messages are sent, he ignores them all and starts operating quickly.

After a few minutes, he cleaned up all traces of the operation and exited the site.

Across the Pacific Ocean, in an inconspicuous house on the east coast of America, the bedside phone rang sharply.

The fat man who was sleeping soundly on the bed muttered a few words dissatisfiedly, buried his head under the quilt, groggily reached out to grab the phone, and accidentally pinched the half-eaten pizza, and his hands were immediately greasy.

"Shit!" He came to his senses with an angry curse, and hurriedly pulled out a paper to wipe it.

It was a fat man with an exceptionally thick fat layer, and the horizontal diameter of his huge ass almost exceeded his height, and he struggled to move out of bed, and the whole bed frame let out a groan of pain under his movements.

The phone was still ringing frantically, and he cursed again, and walked to the window with two fleshy fingers pinching the extraordinarily petite phone.

Pulling back the curtains, the dazzling sunlight shone in, and he squinted to answer the phone: "Hey-"

"Got in your brain? I'm not asking you to show your poor sense of humor, put away your ridiculous 'Oriental witchcraft', it's not April Fool's Day, and if there is such a thing, I will definitely throw your whole body fat into the juicer, I will do it! You stupid pig! ”

Hearing the big boss roaring wildly on the phone, Doug Moss was full of cold sweat and confusion, and he didn't dare to breathe, until the other end of the phone hung up mercilessly, and he rushed to the computer with his hands and feet.

Click on the familiar website and see the title he has on the homepage in red and bold: Ten Minutes to Heal Wounds - A Miracle Ointment from the East.

The poster is clearly his main account.

His eyes darkened, he uttered a foul language, and angrily broke the keyboard in two.

Strictly speaking, it didn't have a big deal, but for one of the world's leading hackers, there's nothing more slap in the face than a stolen account. What's more, with the importance of this website, even the smallest things can be magnified hundreds of times.

"Hell, I'm going to catch you, I'm going to catch you, you're dead, yes, dead!" He swore and pulled a new keyboard, and after logging into the website, he desperately searched for possible clues.