Yu Guang

Chapter 15 Crime Countdown

【07:40:21】

As soon as Wang Ze took off his somewhat bulky sensory helmet, the door was knocked open.

The crowd was crowded, and He Qiu led his men to rush up, and Wang Ze was completely surrounded.

"How is it! Old Wang! How is your health!"

Wang Ze spread his hands and shrugged: "Why are you so nervous, and you haven't lost a piece of meat. Is there any other more convenient way to log in to the Liming Street account?"

"It's this time, why do you still care about that broken account!" He Qiu said anxiously, "Didn't you say you saw the murderer just now? Did the murderer do anything to you!"

Everyone around breathed a sigh of relief.

Wang Ze shook his head, thought for a while, and explained:

"The other party only appeared for a few seconds and left me something. I saw the murderer on the personal interface. What about the network data? Is there anything abnormal?"

"Well, Mr. Wang... We still haven't found any trace of the server being hacked."

There was a response from the door. It was a male voice, and a sense of tension could be heard.

Several old police officers tactfully stepped aside to open the way, revealing the fat middle-aged man in a white windbreaker.

His short hair was a bit haggard, his expression was full of fatigue, and the heavy dark circles under his eyes showed that he had been severely deprived of sleep recently.

The man was stunned for a few seconds before he realized it. He hurried forward and said quickly:

"Because Mr. Wang reminded us in time that we detected a traffic surge on the police gateway!

"This is crucial evidence, it can prove that the other party is not a ghost in the virtual world, and there are traces to follow!
"It's just, it's just...the speed at which the other party erased data traces far exceeded our imagination..."

The more he talked, the more emboldened he became.

Wang Ze nodded calmly: "What's your last name?"

"Hi Mr. Wang!"

The man leaned forward, holding Wang Ze's outstretched right hand with a pair of fat and greasy hands.

"I am a technician from Weixing Black Box Research Institute. My surname is Zhao, Zhao Dafu! If you have any technical questions, you can ask me directly! Thanks to you for discovering the loophole in the monitoring, otherwise we must still be headless chickens now!"

After a pause, Zhao Dafu showed a wry smile on his white and fat face:
"Of course, we are at a disadvantage now, and there may be some technical problems, which I cannot answer for the time being."

This sentence made Wang Ze feel a little bit good.

Compared with some arrogant management of Weixing Group, this technician should be a technical worker who really does practical things.

Wang Ze asked: "Is there any other more convenient way to log in to Liming Street? I want to open the profile page."

Zhao Dafu immediately replied: "If it is not for entering the game world through Liming Street, there are many ways to choose. We have developed many UIs, and all types of network terminals can log in.

"The main functions of Dawn Street for users are one is to enter the game world, and the other is to collect all kinds of information for users."

Wang Ze immediately took out his mobile phone - a square terminal, turned on the projector, searched Liming Street, and soon found the account login interface.

After quickly entering the account password and passing the biometric identification, Wang Ze opened his personal panel.

A dark red countdown jumped out, right in the middle of the personal panel.

07: 36: 58
07: 36: 57
07: 36: 56
...

A needle could be heard in the room, and He Qiu stared at the beating countdown, making many young police officers feel chills.

Wang Ze briefly introduced: "It was left by the murderer."

Zhao Dafu took a closer look with a serious face, turned his head and ran away without warning, and took out the network access terminal when he left the room, muttering for a while.

After a few seconds, the entire corridor was filled with his roar:
"Lock the personal information server! Look at the data! There is definitely something abnormal in the data!"

"Bring me my computer! Quick! I'll pick it up at the elevator!"

"The murderer of this dog day is provoking!"

Wang Ze opened his mouth with a dazed expression.

Oh, beautiful foul language.

……

10 minutes later, the lower level of the police building;

The 'control center' with several huge screens hanging.

A group of men and women in white coats were surrounding the projection screen of Wang Ze's mobile phone. Surrounding them were messy wiring and various instruments.

In a remote corner, Wang Ze was holding a cup of hot tea, with two sensors attached to his forehead and arms, and was being examined by several medical staff.

The dispatch center, which covers an area of ​​more than [-] square meters, is crowded with people, not only the investigators of the Liming Street murder case, but also the command systems of several other action teams.

When Wang Ze arrived at his home planet, He Qiu was there to receive him. This was also the first time he had faced the police's case-handling force.

Looking at the mature and calm figures everywhere, or the sunny and vigorous figures, who are all dealing with the affairs at hand in an orderly manner, Wang Ze is inexplicably more motivated.

These medical staff tried to explain something to Wang Ze.

Wang Ze knew every word they said, but when they were combined together, it became... some kind of heavenly scripture.

Fortunately, an old doctor saw Wang Ze's confusion, and briefly summed it up:
"Mr. Wang doesn't have to worry. There is nothing wrong with his physical and mental state. He just needs to pay attention to rest and don't let himself be too tired."

"Thank you," Wang Ze replied politely, and turned his gaze to his mobile phone in the distance.

The countdown continues.

Deputy director Gong Tianzheng and several old police officers also appeared in the corner, discussing something in a low voice.

"Mr. Wang!"

Zhao Dafu walked quickly from the side, his forehead was covered with sweat.

"We've now confirmed that it was a simple timing lock to the string that the other side wrote into the code.

"I can't imagine how he did it, our defense system is like air.

"However, you don't have to worry about the murderer harming your body through this countdown. Everyone agrees...as long as you don't touch the Internet next time, you won't give him a chance to take advantage of it."

"The murderer's target is not me."

Wang Ze carefully recalled the two seconds when he and the ghost looked at each other, and explained:
"According to my current understanding, the murderer should be telling me that he will strike again when the countdown ends.

"He gave a time limit. If I can't solve Wen Quan's case within this time limit, then I can't stop him from continuing."

"Is that so?" Zhao Dafu frowned and pursed his lips, "Then, what should we do now?"

"Investigate, collect evidence, reason, and find the real culprit."

Wang Ze rubbed the center of his eyebrows with his fingers, inexplicably feeling a little short of breath, and his voice became much lower:
"Director Zhao, I want to get a definite answer. Is there really no way for your company's technical department to stop the murderer from appearing twice?"

"It will take time," Zhao Dafu looked very embarrassed, "I even, even suspect..."

Wang Ze asked directly: "Are you sure that your company's server data has not been tampered with?"

Zhao Dafu was about to nod his head, but his movements were a little slow, he pondered for a few moments and didn't answer, he didn't dare to look Wang Ze in the eyes.

"In other words, you can't guarantee it."

A look of disappointment appeared in Wang Ze's eyes, and his mood became a little irritable because of this.

He didn't quite understand, if it can't be done, then just say it can't be done, why waste everyone's time so twitchy?Can't you invite some technical experts to come over as soon as possible?

Zhao Dafu wanted to say something several times, but there was always a sense of powerlessness on his face.

Only a technology-savvy industry insider like him can truly appreciate the horror of that ghost.

Even Zhao Dafu had the illusion that they had been hit by dimensionality reduction, and the opponent's technology was ahead of them by one or even several eras.

The atmosphere in the corner became a little dull.

He Qiu was arguing with several old police officers, with a thick red neck and a solemn expression.

The researchers surrounding the countdown countdown projected by mobile phones discussed in groups the possible means used by the murderer when he appeared.

Several police officers projected a map of the city in a corner, trying to study the murderer's next trajectory, but they couldn't find any clues at all.

Wang Ze sat in the chair with his forehead supported, his irritability was slowly calming down, and he was forcing himself to regain his composure.

The countdown keeps swallowing the numbers in the second department, and gradually erodes towards the division.

The surrounding voices come and go.

The black shadow outside the window, the dead man lying on the port device, and the hijacker who pointed the gun at him without any hesitation, kept appearing before Wang Ze's eyes.

Closing his eyes, Wang Ze seemed to hear the regular ticking sound of the mechanical dial, which was mixed with other rhythms.

dah, dah, dah, dah...

The heels of the high-heeled shoes kept touching the non-slip tiles, making steady and brisk footsteps.

Wang Ze opened his eyes slightly and glanced towards the direction of the sound, and saw the No. [-] door of the control room being opened.

At this time, the sunlight first spread on the floor tiles in the corridor, and was reflected by the floor tiles into Wang Ze's eyes, rendering a warm yellow hue.

The footsteps stopped suddenly.

A few slender fingers held the edge of the door, and pushed the door inward. The corner of the khaki windbreaker slipped by, and the owner of the windbreaker stepped into Wang Ze's sight.

Slender and slender figure, long fluffy flaxen hair, a white shirt in the windbreaker and a brown professional skirt, those slender legs are more straight and round under the background of flesh-colored stockings, and the stiletto high-heeled shoes under the slender ankles seem to be the finishing touch pen.

The eyes of the small half in the hall came together, but she didn't feel any nervousness. She took off the reality-enhanced sunglasses with reflective effect naturally, revealing a delicate face with the charm of an oriental beauty.

There was a little smile on the corner of her mouth, and those phoenix eyes seemed to be able to speak, and she quickly scanned the situation in the hall.

"Take the liberty to disturb everyone.

"My name is Wei Na, and I am a staff member of Weixing Group. I have been appointed by the board of directors to provide comprehensive support for the police. My team and I will do our best to help the police solve the murder case on Liming Street.

"Excuse me, where is Mr. Wang Ze now?"

Wang Ze, who was in the corner on the left, slightly shrugged his nose and raised his hand, "Here."

It is jasmine fragrance.

(End of this chapter)