In Bai Zhu's words, the technical level of the founder of this website is still in the amateur stage, so it only took her less than a minute to overcome the backend of the website, and by the way, she replaced the content of the website with cute little animals according to Song Lan's request.

"This site is quirky."

She dialed Song Lan's phone number, "Their targets are all big people with heads and faces, and I thought their technical skills should be much better." ”

In the beginning, the content on the website made her think of many possibilities.

The competitors of Kolo Films, some hidden forces in the "outside world", or the mechanical creations mentioned by Song Lan before, judging from the results, they are only facing a group of amateur-level folk people.

"They're now trying to restore the site's privileges, and to be honest, the means of fighting back are just too ...... Pediatrics too. ”

Bai Zhu found it hard to believe that such a group of civil society groups had killed a big man like Mylena.

"Can you find out their identity?"

"You can only find the administrator, usually the website is managed and maintained by him alone, and now he is incompetent and furious in a residential building half a city away from you."

Bai Zhu not only found the IP address, but also saw the appearance of the administrator through the cameras and positioning devices near the apartment.

A white and tender little fat man.

Rattled the keyboard in anger.

As a peer, Bai Zhu really can't compliment his performance, this is a technical job, and the irritable smashing of the keyboard not only can't help you overcome the firewall, but also may damage your computer, resulting in the loss of some key files.

And the first time Song Lan received the image, she felt that something was wrong with this person.

Who would be furious after seeing so many photos and videos of cute little animals?

This speaks volumes about how he is a psychopath, as well as a person who lacks love.

Bai Zhu shared his experience, "If it were me, I would stop what I was doing, drink a cup of coffee, and then stand on the fence of the garbage dump and look at the scenery in the distance. ”

"You're going to get angry at times, too?"

Song Lan was a little surprised.

Since he met Dr. Shiratake, he has rarely seen Shiratake deflated.

It's a pity that he didn't know Bai Zhu when he was addicted to games before, otherwise he would have to ask the doctor to help develop a plug-in that will never be detected.

"Of course, I'm a human, not a machine."

"For example?"

"For example, Medell sneaked up on me when I was chasing dramas and tickled me when she was crunching."

Sometimes she'd hit the pause button to get out and take some breath to calm down, and sometimes she'd pick up the pen on the table and poke it in Maydell's head.

is also a fan of dramas, Song Lan can feel the annoyance of being interrupted when the plot is playing to a wonderful moment.

But......

What Bai Zhu just said, isn't it a scene that only appears when junior high school students are playing?

How old are they?

Bai Zhu said again, "How? Do I need to provide you with the detailed address, or do I just create an accident remotely? ”

She took a closer look at the amateur hacker's room, which was filled with scraps that had been found out of nowhere, which made her even more convinced that he was self-taught, "With a little movement, you can set his house on fire, and you'll be able to find out about the fire early tomorrow morning." ”

"Bai Zhu, when did you become so ferocious?"

"I've always been so cruel."

Bai Zhu said lightly, "Burning the brains of other hackers is just the most basic means for us, but after moving here to you, you generally don't need my help to do things." ”

"Don't call us like a criminal organization."

“…… Isn't it? ”

"Of course not, we are a community responsible for the development and revitalization of the 17th district, tell me his address, I still have something to ask them."

……………………………………

A quarter of an hour later, Song Lan followed the location provided by Bai Zhu to the old-fashioned residential area.

It's full of old houses full of age, and it's said that the only reason this neighborhood has survived to this day is because some of the films may have used such scenes.

An amateur hacker lives up to his status as an "amateur".

It wasn't until a quarter of an hour later, when Song Lan came to visit, that he realized the danger.

He almost smashed his keyboard.

The white and tender fat man suddenly had an ominous premonition, and he hurriedly left his computer chair, picked up a tool kit, and hurried towards the door.

He hadn't taken a few steps before he froze.

There was a mirror in the living room, and the mirror reflected his panicked look, as well as the figure of another uninvited guest.

He didn't hear any noise, and the other party appeared in his room.

In an instant, the amateur hacker remembered what happened to the cleaner.

A hole appeared in his chest that allowed him to see straight to the scenery at the other end, and the forensic doctor of the Law Enforcement Department said that the hole had passed through his heart and that his heart was missing.

The cleaners were unable to contact any of their companions before they were killed, nor did they leave any information about the identity of the attackers.

After a brief hesitation, the amateur hacker suddenly pulled out the stun gun hidden in his bag and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

He already knew what the outcome of his career would be, and he had long been prepared for this day.

A dazzling arc of electricity blooms in the room, but the scene that catches your eye is like a classic scene from those horror movies.

The figure in the mirror vanished, at a faster rate than the arc.

The amateur hacker's heart was beating violently, and he suddenly turned his head, but there was no figure in sight.

Only the mirror in the living room once again reflected the location of the uninvited guest—right in front of him, within reach.

He screamed, and his leg went limp, and he fell to the ground.

The tension was so intense that he could barely breathe, and he clutched his chest tightly as if he could barely breathe because of the only reason he had left, and the only reason he had left told him that he could no longer leave the apartment.

In any horror movie, the moment a character gets haunted by a ghost, death is not far away.

After a few moments, the amateur hacker looked ahead with difficulty, and unsurprisingly, the figure disappeared again, as if his presence could only be refracted through a mirror.

This time, the "goblin" came behind him, and the slightest lift of his hand was enough to pull his heart out of his body like a cleaner.

The voice came from above his head, "Mr. Hacker, I want to play a game with you. ”

The small theater of its one hundred and eighty-two:

Wednesday of a certain year, a certain month, a certain day, in the morning.

Song Lan was defeated.

In a combat environment where the use of psionic energy is forbidden, there is no suspense in this battle from the start.

I slept until noon, and as soon as I woke up, I found Lu Xiang sitting on his side with his back against the bed.

"Are you awake?"

Hearing the movement around him, Lu Xiang smiled and took out something from behind him and fed it to Song Lan before he could open his mouth.

Sweet and sour, with hints of lemon and dates.

"Red date cake, I made it myself."

"You did it?"

Song Lan's shock overshadowed everything.

Lu Xiang's cooking has reached the level where the night heron doesn't eat, and the moment he swallowed the red date cake, he almost thought that his life was coming to an end.

But after a few seconds, he realized that he was still alive, and to be fair, the date cake tasted good.

"How do you do that?"

Song Lan asked tentatively.

"It's very simple, first, take the jujube cake you made out of the fridge, then put it in a bowl to allow it to return to room temperature, and finally bring the bowl into the bedroom and you're done."

Listening to Lu Xiang share her experience of making jujube cakes, Song Lan always felt that she seemed to have some misunderstandings of the word "making", "Are you sure this is called making it yourself?" ”

"I've also made improvements."

"How?"

"Brew them in goji berry tea, which should be good for your body."

(End of chapter)