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Zhong Kui's Diary Lingfeng After finding Li They contacted each other, but both of them pointed out that it was the other party’s idea and they were an accomplice.” I said. "At first, I thought they were unwilling to assume the title of principal culprit in order to shirk responsibility. Later, when I thought about it carefully, there was really no distinction between principal culprit and accomplice in their situation, because they pushed Xinyan down the mountain at the same time, not only There is a motive for a crime, and there is also a criminal act. It is an attempted murder. It does not affect the conviction, only the sentencing. In other words, it does not matter who planned it beforehand." Lingfeng touched his chin and said: "This is not the subject of the trial. At that time, Lao Li had clearly told them, but they still insisted that it was the other party's idea, and they all had chat records on their computers. "Have you checked their chat records?" I frowned. I think there might be something weird in this chat record!" I frowned. "Can't QQ on mobile phones synchronize chat records with computers? We checked their mobile chat records at that time." Lingfeng said. "How was it?" I asked. "No, the rest of their chat records are there. Only this record is blank, as if it was deleted deliberately." Lingfeng After finishing this sentence, he raised his head: "Do you know any computer experts? We Go check their computers. I also think this matter needs to be revealed.” In fact, we all know it in our hearts, but we just haven’t revealed it yet. What we want to know is what the Website of ‘Human Game’ is. , why this script can be performed so accurately in reality. Who is this 'Isolated from the World'? Why does he have this kind of script in his hand? If Feng Zhen chose the script, then who chose script a and script b? From the last time I peeked at the chat records of Feng Zhen, Isolated from the World accidentally said that script b has been selected. And Nian Nian and Ami don’t know about it at all, so who booked this script? Who wants to put Xinyan to death? The chat history of Feng Zhen can no longer be found. I know very well that the machine of Golden Age Internet Cafe is a system that can be deleted as soon as you leave. As long as you turn off the computer, the computer will automatically clear the cached data. The only hope is to look at the chat records between Nian Nian and Ami to see if there is any clue. I didn’t know anyone who was a computer guru, so I quickly called Ding Fatty. Ding Fatty let out a hey and said: "A-Jian, Fatty A-Jian is A computer expert. He even called me to boast that he was a computer expert. "Do I know him?" I frowned, not sure. "During the last decisive battle with Qing Qiu, didn't I ask the security guard for the access card? That security guard was A-Jian!" Fatty shouted on the other end of the phone. "Oh, yours is An Ran's cousin's boyfriend, right?" I remembered it, and then asked: "Fatty, I didn't mean to look down on him. Isn't he a security guard? Why did he become a computer again? Are you a master of computer science?" "I really didn't lie to you!" Fatty said anxiously: "I was originally a top student in the Computer Science Department of South China University of Technology, but I hacked into it. The school's computer system tampered with my credits, and I was ordered to drop out of school. Without a diploma, I had to work as a security guard. "I guess it's not very good after being discovered, right?"
"Hey, this is something he boasted about to others, and the school heard it," Fatty summarized. "Anyway, he's definitely a computer expert; I saw him hack someone else's Wi-Fi password with my own eyes."
"Please, how impressive can that be? You just need to download a software, right?" I scoffed.
"The software you downloaded can crack the Wi-Fi signal, but can it also trace back and infiltrate the forums that person frequents to post nonsense using their account?" Fatty's words left me speechless.
When Ding Fatty brought A-Jian in front of us, I couldn't help but laugh. Ding Fatty was 175 centimeters tall and weighed 175 jin, while A-Jian was also around 175 in height but weighed at least 175 kilograms. Tsk tsk, my language skills must have been taught by a math teacher; at this moment, I could only describe it like this: a Cylinder standing next to a Ball.
I would even bet that this guy was the heaviest in the entire Star City.
A-Jian was holding a computer bag and looking at me with an honest expression. Ding Fatty shouted from the side, "This is Ghost Brother, and this is Wind Brother! They are big shots in the Underworld of Star City."
A-Jian quickly called out, "Ghost Brother! Wind Brother!"
I felt my face flush for once; there was no doubt that Lingfeng was a big shot in the Underworld. As for me, I was far from being a big shot; I might as well be a broken bowl. The real big shot in Star City was Tang the Elder. In Star City's five districts—Qinghu District, Qingxiu District, Chaoyang District, Yuhua District, and River District—Tang the Elder ruled over all except for River District; he was the true big shot.
Not saying much more, I invited both of them into Lingfeng's car. Fortunately, Lingfeng's car was spacious enough to fit A-Jian in the passenger seat.
Ami lived in Qingxiu District, which is an Old Town District. The main roads of Jizheng Road and Deyuan Road crisscrossed through Qingxiu District, dividing it into four parts. Numerous farmer houses were scattered throughout, and the streets resembled a spider web with various vendors occupying the sidewalks. Lingfeng kept honking his horn while Ding Fatty occasionally poked his head out of the back window to threaten people lightly; this allowed us to finally arrive at Ami's building.
This old-style building had no elevator, so we had to climb up one floor at a time. While climbing the stairs, I asked Lingfeng, "Who else is living at Ami's place?"
"She's from Sichuan and rents this place alone in Star City," Lingfeng replied.
"Are you planning to break in?" I laughed.
"I have the key; she got detained, and I took her key!" Lingfeng said nonchalantly as if it were his own belongings.
When we reached the fifth floor, Lingfeng used the key to open the door. This was a typical rental unit—a single room with an attached kitchen and bathroom. The room outside was about thirty square meters and contained a bed, a computer desk, and a wardrobe. A large poster of a Korean movie star adorned the wall, with features that vaguely resembled Lingfeng.
I pointed at the poster in surprise and said, "Lingfeng, so you were sent here as an undercover agent from Korea?"
"Fatty" also chimed in, "Oh right, I heard that Korea is really poor. You eat kimchi every night, and to get famous, you have to go through hundreds of surgeries. Tsk tsk, that's really something."
"Lingfeng" laughed and said, "Come on! You guys don't know anything. Stop interrupting and watch 'A-Jian' play on the computer."
Amid our laughter, "A-Jian" had already turned on the computer. I never expected a "Fatty" to have such nimble hands; his ten fingers flew across the keyboard, and I swear I saw afterimages of his fingers.
A computer expert is indeed a computer expert. To them, the computer is just a combination of various symbols. I watched as he entered the DS interface, then a string of characters appeared, with rows of commands seemingly alive, joyfully dancing.
However, as they say, different fields are like different mountains. No matter how well "A-Jian" played, we quickly found it boring, much like how Easterners feel when watching Westerners play bridge without understanding anything. After a while, the three of us turned away to start chatting.
Before long, we heard "A-Jian" exclaim in surprise. We turned back to look and saw the characters on the screen rapidly disappearing as if someone was pressing the backspace key to delete them. At that moment, "A-Jian's" hands were clearly off the keyboard.
Could it be that the keyboard malfunctioned at a critical moment? We leaned closer to the computer; "A-Jian" had already picked up the keyboard to inspect it from all angles. Then his right hand swept across the keys, producing a series of crisp sounds with no abnormalities, yet the characters on the screen continued to vanish at high speed.
"It’s probably a short circuit in the backspace key!" "A-Jian" scratched his head innocently. "Just unplug it; otherwise, all my hard work would be for nothing. Luckily, I brought an extra keyboard."
Then "A-Jian" smiled at me and said, "Ghost Brother, could you help me unplug this keyboard and plug this one in? The computer tower is on the floor; it's hard for me to bend down."
I thought to myself, what do you mean bending down is hard? You don’t even have a waist! Just as I was about to unplug the keyboard, I heard all three of them gasp simultaneously.
I didn’t even bother plugging "A-Jian's" keyboard back in and quickly looked up. The three of them were staring blankly at the computer screen. I leaned in for a closer look and gasped as well because I witnessed something unbelievable.
The characters on the computer screen were still being deleted at high speed—this was impossible! I raised the keyboard in my hand; its connector swayed in mid-air.
Soon enough, everything "A-Jian" had painstakingly entered was completely erased, leaving only a blinking cursor on the black DS interface.
"What the hell? This is creepy!" Even though I didn't understand computers, I knew this was unreal.
"Could it be some kind of Bluetooth keyboard that can be controlled remotely?" After a moment, "Fatty" suggested hesitantly.
We thought about it and realized that made sense—wireless Bluetooth could explain it.
Only A-Jian furrowed his brows, pondering for a moment before pulling out a USB drive and asking me to help him plug it in.
This time, A-Jian directly exited the DS interface and rummaged through the USB drive to find a software application with an impressive name.
Awesome Antivirus!
Yes, the software was indeed called Awesome Antivirus.
"This is software I created myself, specifically designed to tackle various troublesome issues!" A-Jian said with a smile.
Double-clicking Awesome Antivirus, the software popped up a dialog box: "Master, are you sure you want me to eliminate them?"
A-Jian chuckled and clicked the mouse, but there was no response. Just as we were puzzled, the screen suddenly turned green, and then several large black characters appeared on the screen: "Screw you!"
"A-Jian, I didn't expect your software to be so unique!" I said with a laugh.
Not hearing a response, I instead heard chattering teeth. I looked over to see A-Jian's face filled with shock, his teeth chattering as he pointed at the screen and stammered, "This... this... this isn't... what I... made!"
What? This isn't yours? I turned to look at the computer screen, only to see it go black as the computer shut down automatically.
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