Chapter 942

So on this day.

Originally still smoking a cigarette and playing LOL, the master of live streaming suddenly raised an eyebrow, and threw a sentence to the fans: "I have something to do temporarily, I need to go offline, and I will make an appointment at another day."

Not just live broadcast masters, but also programmers with glasses and dull faces, or noodle shop uncles who look sloppy and so on.

Their positions are different, and even their age, appearance and social status are different.

The only thing in common is that the same icon appeared on their computers!

Z.

The black uppercase font was horizontally placed in the center of the screen, and the black feathers fell with special effects, as if reborn from the fire!

As early as many years ago, when they became hackers, they had already promised to abide by the hacker creed.

There is one of the most special ones.

When the Z logo appears on the computer.

need to obey.

Few people have seen this logo appear on the computer with their own eyes.

No one knows what form it will take.

However, every hacker knows that when it does, that's when they put aside their identities and go back to their old ways.

Because, that is their young master!

The unparalleled young master in the hacker world!

According to those who have experienced it, there is no need to describe the logo, because when it appeared back then, you would definitely recognize it at first sight.

Because it can wake up the deepest part of you that sleeps inside of you.

So, the dull programmer took off his glasses, revealing that beautiful face, raised his left hand, and took off the black hair band, and when he raised his eyes again, he was charming in all kinds of ways.

What makes people unable to take their eyes off is her fingers on the keyboard, typing so fast.

It's not just her, the master live broadcaster and the noodle shop uncle are doing the same thing.

Especially when the uncle in the noodle shop was typing, the high school student with his schoolbag on his back was still ordering: "Uncle, here is a bowl of Chongqing noodles with more chili."

"Come on!" The noodle shop uncle replied, typing quickly.

A dozen or so IP addresses, like shining threads, all gathered at the place where Bo Jiu was, after the most rigorous information processing.

Bo Jiu's fingers moved slightly, typing on the keyboard, analyzing and integrating the information, and then using the code to expand the search range by another dimension.

In other words, this time the virtual main program will also be within her detection range, including those communication networks that are hidden in the network and dare not show up, and will also be searched.

Because it was Bo Jiu who led the hackers to operate together.

So when the anchor master saw that he had broken through the impossible special firewall, he couldn't help but whistled: "Cool!"

It's not over yet.

Perhaps no one knows how fast the young master's hands are.

In the formation formed by the dense network, after successfully escaping, he went straight to the hinterland, which was so handsome that every hacker felt his scalp tingling.

This is their carnival.

No one can understand, but it is enough to make people have a carnival of passion.

The high school student who wanted to meet, saw that there was no one for a long time, so he couldn't help getting up, and knocked on the cash register: "Uncle, where are you going?"

The uncle didn't speak, and there seemed to be a smile on the corner of his mouth.

The high school students have never seen an uncle like this before, and want to ask one more question.

I heard the noodle shop uncle spit out two words softly: "K, O."

"K, O?" The high school student frowned, thinking that I asked you to cook noodles, but you are still playing games, it's too rude, uncle.

Just when the high school student just wanted to look at the computer page.

The uncle of the noodle shop tapped his index finger and pressed the space bar, and when he looked up again, he looked sloppy: "I want to order Chongqing, put more peppers, come on!"

"You..." The high school student swallowed back what he wanted to say just now, and thought, forget it, I can still afford to wait for a bowl of Chongqing noodles.

That high school student is none other than the prickly youth, the boss of No. 2 Middle School.

This was originally a noodle restaurant opened between No. 1 Middle School and No. 2 Middle School.

He usually hangs around with his father, and really doesn't pay much attention to the specific developments on the Internet.

When he sat down again and raised his head to look at the small screen in the store, he was completely dazed and his head was buzzing.

It also said that those suspected of having disputes with the deceased have been ruled out, and the deceased committed suicide.

What is a person suspected of having a dispute with the deceased?

As for grandma, he knows the girl's virtues best.

You stole something, and you are going to buy a hot search to bite back!

Fortunately, that report also said.

The fan support group of the deceased is looking for someone who knows.

"If there is such a person around, she robs others of the honor they deserve, enjoys the attention brought to her by their talents, and maliciously spreads rumors to slander the original, if you know, we hope you can provide us with corresponding evidence, although The adults have gone, but we will help her maintain her rights and fight a lawsuit about infringement."

After seeing this sentence, the thorn-headed youth rushed out of the noodle shop and snatched the younger brother's cell phone.

"Boss, what are you doing?"

"My phone is dead, use yours to get something."

The thorny young man wanted to prove that he was too stupid and slow to operate these things. He opened WeChat with the intention of telling everything he knew to his deadly enemy, the boss of No. 1 Middle School, Spade Z.

In the Qin family, Bo Jiu has already found the provocative webpage, and it is indeed hidden very deep. Even the registration address for setting up the background of the website is from abroad.

However, those things still did not stop Bo Jiu's invasion.

Just as Qin Mo expected, everyone here witnessed a silent massacre.

From the very beginning when the deceased was infringed, the appearance of the deceased after showing pain has long been recorded in the form of video.

One after another of the videos, it seemed that the person was crushed by reality and defeated.

It seems that the more such people are, the more interested they are.

They were waiting for the deceased to commit suicide every day, but that person was very tenacious.

When the last video of the deceased was sent out.

Someone proposes to commit suicide together.

Because I think it's boring to live like this.

Because I feel that such a society is very boring.

Bo Jiu's eyes narrowed heavily: "This is her purpose, she wants people to have a large-scale collective destruction, that's why there is such a thing as a girl's sacrifice."

Originally, she thought that the great god would say something.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he opened his mouth, he was fed a dumpling that was blown by the great god and was no longer so hot.

The dumplings are delicious, the skin is thin and the filling is big, when she bites down, Bo Jiu can't wait to swallow her own tongue along with it.

For things like being able to feed someone, Qin Mo always likes to do it himself, so he set up another dumpling, moved his thin lips to it, and blew it.

Bo Jiu's fingers paused, looking at the man's handsome and cold side face and the eyelashes that moved slightly when the man lowered his eyes when blowing cold dumplings, his whole body felt warm.

She still remembers that the Great God and the others had just arrived next door to her house. Grandpa An’s house had made dumplings. She was called over, and she didn’t know how to hold chopsticks. She couldn’t help but use a spoon to scoop dumplings since she was born. , but how to eat is a bit stupid.

Unlike the doll sitting next to her, even eating a dumpling is very polite and thoughtful.

In the end, he really couldn't understand her stupid appearance, and seeing that she couldn't scoop it up, he picked one up with chopsticks, blew it, stuffed it into her mouth, and said coldly: "Stupid!" You have really let down your seemingly smart face by doing this."

Sometimes Bo Jiu also feels strange.

These memories emerged little by little when it was confirmed that the Great God was her childhood pet.

Obviously it is impossible to forget.

In fact, Bo Jiu never forgot.

It's just that after she became Z, many things were destined to be regarded as the most precious things and stored in the deepest part of her heart.

What's more, he is Qin Mo, a psychological crime profiler, and he is arresting people like her.

The second dumpling was brought to his lips.

Bo Jiu opened his mouth subconsciously.

It seems to be very well-behaved.

Qin Mo's mouth clearly showed a smile.

The princess watched this scene from the side, she was so jealous that she was dying, although the owner was very patient when feeding it.

But it's never been so gentle.

Indeed.

After seeing something on the corner of the boy's mouth, he leaned over and brushed it with his fingertips. His deep eyes made people look at him and didn't want to move away.

The two were sitting shoulder to shoulder, and because of Qin Mo's movements, they were very close.

Even if she was eating dumplings, Bo Jiu could smell the breath from the Great God.

The sun poured down.

Qin Mo just fed the typing boy a dumpling, and he ate another one.

Both of them are good-looking, and the picture looks very pleasing to the eye, which made Aunt Zhang who was standing outside the door not bring anything in.

Bo Jiu also noticed that half of the dumplings on the plate were delicately wrapped, and the shape of the other half was really different.

It's just that the ones fed to her by the Almighty were all beautiful in shape, and the rest of the crooked ones all entered the Almighty's mouth.

As for those out of place dumplings, who made them, obviously, they were made by her.

Bo Jiu immediately changed his expression, stared at Qin Mo after eating the fourth one, and asked, "Is it delicious?"

Usually at this time, the close-fitting Xiaomi will say that it is delicious to coax her overbearing president.

However, the great master always does not follow the development of the plot.

"You ask, do you want to hear a lie?" Qin Mo's tone was very light, and he picked up another dumpling for someone.

Bo Jiu: ...She understands that the dumplings should not taste very good.

In the future, if I really can't help but kidnap the Great God, I'd better cook instant noodles for him, it's just such a culinary skill that I can do well.

When Bo Jiu thought this way, she didn't know that it wasn't that there were many dumplings of different shapes on the plate, but that Qin Mo put all the dumplings she made on his own plate, and it had nothing to do with whether they were delicious or not. , just because she was the one who made these dumplings.

After Qin Mo fed Bo Jiu the last dumpling, Bo Jiu also stopped and transferred all the key evidence to her USB flash drive.

"Wait a minute." Qin Mo tapped on the screen with his slender and fair fingers: "There is something wrong with this post."

Hearing this, Bo Jiu looked away, there was indeed a problem, judging from the content of the post, it was a new memorial post.

"This is……"

Qin Mo's eyes darkened slightly: "The next victim."

Yu Luo, he took out his mobile phone and dialed the number of Bureau Huang: "There is someone who needs you to find, no, not the witness this time, but the next victim."

"What did you say? The next victim?" Huang Ju suddenly started fighting from his seat.

Qin Mo's tone was very light. He didn't explain much, and only said five words: "The sacrifice of the girl."

These five words were enough for Director Huang to understand the meaning, but he didn't expect that a case that had passed would continue!

This made the Yellow Bureau feel an unprecedented chill.

"What did you find?"

"a lot of."

Bureau Huang frowned: "It's a little hard to do."

"Why is it difficult to do?" Qin Mo raised his eyebrows.

Bureau Huang tugged at his hair, as if his anger hadn't subsided: "That fellow Smith has already told the media that the deceased was judged to be a suicide. If it was a serial killer case, it would be taboo to publish such things."

Qin Mo looked at the young man who was staring at him, his emotion remained unchanged: "A website, on this website, recorded all the actions of the victim for nearly a month, until her death was the last video, we can be sure that she did not commit suicide , was deliberately murdered, you can watch the video posted on the Internet, although they are all white medicine bottles, but the medicine bottle in the hands of the police is not the medicine bottle that the victim took in the video at that time, because The size is not the same. This proves that someone replaced this evidence before the police arrived. If it is not murder, what evidence should be replaced? Taboo, it will only kill more people, or do you want to continue to climb , so you know it, and pretend you don’t know it, whitewashing the peace?”

"Grandma, don't use aggressive tactics for me." Bureau Huang slapped the table: "I was thinking about what to do."

Qin Mo's voice returned to its usual indifference: "Hold a press conference and publicly say how she died."

"You don't need to tell me, I know it too!" Bureau Huang was scolding the brat in his heart one second, and laughed the next second: "In this case, that mother won't have to suffer so much."

Bureau Huang had read some online comments. Li Xue's record was made in the Serious Crime Squad. When he heard Li Xue say, "These things have nothing to do with her. She committed suicide because of her poor mental capacity."

Bureau Huang finally understood why that mother was crying.

What is terrible is not the Internet, but the human nature that has been wiped out in reality.

Even when she met the victim's mother, Li Xue still said, "Isn't it just an apology? I'll apologize. Your daughter is dead. Go cry for your daughter. What do you mean by crying here?"

He couldn't forget the look in that mother's eyes. She looked at Li Xue with hatred and despair in her eyes.

But there is no way.

He looked at the mother with trembling fingers and asked him: "Is there no other way? My daughter really won't commit suicide. Is this what everyone thinks of her? What about that person just now? He hasn't been punished at all? Then Why has my daughter persisted for so long?"

He couldn't answer at the time, as if he was strangled by the throat.

He doesn't know how to tell a mother that your daughter...has committed suicide.

Now, he can speak, he can be worthy of the clothes on his body, and tell the mother: "There is still a way, we will not let any executioner who hurts others go unpunished."