When Bai Yafeng said that the hacker "can't take care of himself", my first reaction was to be paralyzed, but he immediately shook his head and said no.

Yafeng said: "There is nothing wrong with the man's body, it is a psychological problem, he refuses to go out, he always feels that someone outside is trying to murder him, and he doesn't dare to order takeout, and he doesn't dare to open the door for the express, and he is basically half-disabled." The usual rice, noodles, oil, vegetables, etc., are all sent to him by the fat aunt downstairs, and he receives some money every month. The things he bought online were also sent to the fat aunt's house and then forwarded to him. He didn't fully believe in such a person who could take care of his daily life, and never let her sit in the house. ”

It is persecution paranoia.

I wondered to death and asked him, "How did you get involved with such a person?" ”

He replied: "A good friend of Shengqi – who is also a friend of mine – called me the other day and told me about his special situation and asked me to help him get a temporary residence permit, because he didn't trust anyone else. It took me about an hour to convince him that I wasn't a killer. Alas, do I look like a killer? If the killer looks like me, can he get business?! But he didn't believe it, and he interrogated and called to verify, and finally entered the door to help him get the temporary residence permit, which was a sin. ”

It turns out that this is the case, it is really a coincidence, in response to the old saying, there is nowhere to find the iron shoes, and it takes no effort to get it.

At this time, Bai Yafeng added another sentence.

He said, "Oh, the friend who called me to help Sheng Qi, and you know, is Dr. Zhuang who came to give us a lecture last year. You guys seem to be pretty good, and we've watched movies together. She sent you cards to the bureau last Christmas. ”

I felt the green tendons on my head jump, and I almost roared and asked, "Zhuang Jing?!" ”

He was startled by me, turned his face to look at me, and nodded blankly.

I gritted my teeth and asked Bai Yafeng when it was and when Zhuang Jing called him.

He was a little frightened by me, and replied, "Just last month, last month on the fifteenth, oh no, sixteenth." Yes, on the 16th of last month. ”

I asked him which number Zhuang Jing used to call him.

He said: "I don't know, I didn't save her number, she just used her mobile phone to call me, and I don't know if it's her number." ”

I hurriedly took out my mobile phone to dial Zhuang Jing's number, but it turned off the phone, snatched Bai Yafeng's mobile phone and flipped through the call records, and checked the approximate time number he said, all of which were unfamiliar, that is to say, Zhuang Jing used someone else's mobile phone or disposable number to contact Bai Yafeng and ask him to do something.

As I thought about it, I laughed so badly that I almost bit my lip.

There is really no absolute coincidence in the world, Bai Yafeng is now taking me to meet the hacker is arranged by Zhuang Jing at all, she has seen so many phone calls and text messages and emails I have made, and knows that I urgently need a computer hacker, she also knows that I have a very good relationship with Bai Yafeng, and he will definitely know about this kind of thing, so first arrange for him to meet the computer hacker named Sheng Qi, and then he will introduce me to the past, everything is logical, she can not only hide and not show up, but also help me.

Therefore, the Sheng Qi we are going to see now is actually the Peng Liang who Chang Kun asked Ding Ping to look for when he went crazy before.

The last time Chang Kun was in the bathroom of the hospital, he sent a biao at Ding Ping, because a computer hacker named Peng Liang who he needed very much escaped from Ding Ping, and he wanted Ding Ping to find it back.

Peng Liang originally lived in a private psychological clinic because of his poor mental condition, and Chang Kun helped find some psychological experts to evaluate him in order to get him out, Zhuang Jing was one of them, and I saw her signature in the appraisal materials. They have intersected since then, coupled with Bai Yafeng's description just now, all kinds of symptoms of severe persecution paranoia are definitely Peng Liang, but they are just famous.

Ding Ping couldn't find anyone no matter how he looked, and now, in this way, he suddenly appeared, as if he was destined in the dark.

Last time, Dai Furong helped inquire about the news that Peng Liang's character was dead, and he died in a car accident, I was in a complicated mood at the time, and I was strangled for him, who would have thought that it would appear here again, and the dramatic effect was really good to a certain extent.

Before, I thought that Zhuang Jing was hiding from life and death and refused to come out to see me because he was different from me, and even hostile. But now it seems that this idea does not make sense, and if the position is hostile, she will not be able to help me. But if she agrees, what reason does she have to hide from me?!

It's just inexplicable.

The car drove to the Houhai community, the security guard checked our ID card and made a registration before releasing it, to the downstairs, Bai Yafeng first called to inform Peng Liang that we arrived, hung up the phone and waited for ten minutes before taking me to the twelfth floor, knocking on the door and the designated password, three, three, three, one. And then three times, three times, three times, and another time.

It's not enough to knock on the door, you have to wait.

Bai Yafeng leaned into my ear and whispered: "Shh, be patient, geniuses, there are some strange problems that ordinary people don't have, otherwise you can't be a genius, right?" ”

I said I wish the ears of geniuses could hear me roll my eyes through the door.

There was no movement inside, as if there was no one at all, and when I was about to ask Bai Yafeng to knock again, there was a sudden crack behind the door without warning, and then there was a crack in it, and then there was another crack, revealing half of the unkempt hair, half of the bearded face, and a mouse-like twinkle and sneaky little eye.

The man first glanced out a few times, then the crack in the door opened a little wider, and he quickly poked his head out to check how many people were outside, and then quickly retracted after confirming, opened the chain lock on the door, and shook his right hand and shouted: "Hurry up, hurry up, come in quickly." ”

He thought I was slow, and he reached out and pulled at me, and as soon as he stepped in, he closed the door, as if there was a flood beast outside that would rush in if he took a little slower.

I looked back and saw a good door, fitted with six tight security locks and chain locks. Judging from the series of situations just now, after we called him downstairs, he hid behind the door and waited, first opened the three locks, and after we knocked on the door, he observed from the cat's eye for a while, and then opened the remaining three locks. This is the only way to explain why the door opened without hearing the footsteps, and he stuck behind the door when we waited impatiently outside.

Of course, I must have heard me roll my eyes.

This house, three-bedroom, frame structure, layout is very good, but not decorated, the whole cement blank, the master bedroom or the second bedroom or the kitchen has no door, it is a completely open space, only the bathroom is separated by a denim curtain.

The house is in such a mess that it's so chaotic that it's incomparably indescribable.

Generally speaking, "messy" will always be associated with "dirty" and "poor", but not here, it is not dirty or bad at all, there is no dust, no garbage, no littered husks, no empty cola bottles and instant noodle barrels with leftover soup, no fast food boxes, here is just a mess of things, the mess is very pure, and it is even very aesthetic when you look closely. Because the curtains are drawn very tightly, all the light comes from the table lamps or floor lamps in the room, which looks more and more like a deliberately arranged movie background, as if there is a deep, quiet, and difficult for ordinary people to understand the meaning in it.

Bai Yafeng wanted to introduce us, but Peng Liang waved his hand impatiently to omit this link, and asked me directly what was the matter.

I took out a folded piece of paper from my bag, unfolded it, handed it to him, stared into his eyes, and said politely and with a little gratitude: "Please help me check the background of these people to see if there is a connection or something in common with each other." ”

The forty-eight names on this piece of paper were copied from the notebook left by Dai Furong's uncle Dai Wenjing, and they were originally scattered in various pages, and I copied them together.

Peng Liang took it and looked at it with a few frowns, and asked me with a slanted face, "Only names?" Isn't there anything else that can be narrowed down? ”

I'm sorry to say no.

Peng Liang didn't say anything more, walked to the workbench with the list, sat down and began to crack the keyboard.

His workbench is huge, housed in the living room, with five computer monitors arranged in an arc on the table and a larger screen hanging on the wall. There were still many instruments on the table, on the counter, and on the floor that I couldn't read, and there was a whiteboard behind it, with dense sticky notes pasted on it.

He operates two keyboards at the same time, looks at five screens at the same time, and the content displayed on each screen is different, and it is different from the computer we usually use, basically all codes, a large number of English letters, and some characters that look not like Chinese and not like English, feel a bit like Indian characters, but stiffer than that, so it is likely to be just some kind of conventional code.

Ten minutes later, Peng Liang suddenly raised his head sideways and stared at me fiercely, asking word by word: "Where did this list come from?" ”

The strings that were crumbling in my heart suddenly relaxed, because it was obvious that I had made a discovery, so I didn't hide it, and told him honestly: "It was left by a friend's relative before he died, and he was investigating some things before he died, and he suddenly fell ill and died, and I didn't have time to tell my friend about the investigation, so I wanted to help investigate." ”

His face was gloomy, and his fine eyes were still fierce: "You help the police?" ”

That momentum, very hostile, I remembered that he was once found by Chang Kun and them to do things, and then escaped on his own, he must have emotions towards the police.

I instinctively wanted to leave my relationship with the police a little farther away to cater to Peng Liang, but I immediately gave up this idea, people are geniuses, and it is estimated that I can check the loopholes in my identity background with a little fingers, and it is not good to deceive him, so I nodded and shook my head to answer his question: "Yes, it doesn't count." I sometimes do supernumerary consulting work for the police, but I'm not a police officer, and the help I asked you to do today has a lot to do with myself and my friend. ”