Law Enforcer's Handbook

Chapter 813 The Devil Haunted
In Baizhu's words, the technical level of the founder of this website is still at the stage of amateurs, so she only took less than a minute to conquer the background of the website, and by the way, according to Song Lan's request, the website's The content has been replaced with cute little animals.

"This site is quirky."

She dialed Song Lan's phone number, "Their targets are all famous people. I thought their technical means should be much better."

At first, the content on the website made her think of many possibilities.

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

"They're trying to get the site back right now, and the way they're fighting back is, to be honest,... paediatric."

It was hard for Baizhu to believe that such a group of non-government groups killed such a big shot as Melena.

"Can I find out their identity information?"

"Only the administrator can be found. Usually, the website is managed and maintained by him alone. Now he is incompetent and furious in a residential building half a city away from you."

Baizhu not only found out the IP address, but also saw the appearance of the administrator through the camera and positioning device near the apartment.

A white and tender little fat man.

He was so angry that he rattled the keyboard.

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

As soon as Song Lan received the video, he felt something was wrong with this person.

Who would go into a rage after seeing so many photos and videos of cute animals?

This speaks volumes about his being a psychopath and a lack of 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 wall of the garbage dump to look at the distant scenery. In fact, the night in the 'outside' has a special charm. .”

"You also have times when you are furious?"

Song Lan was a little surprised.

Since he got to know Dr. Bai Zhu, he rarely saw Bai Zhu deflated.

It's a pity that he didn't know Baizhu when he was addicted to games before, otherwise he would have to ask the doctor to help develop a cheat that would never be detected.

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

"for example?"

"For example, when Madele sneaked up on me while I was watching dramas and scratched me."

Sometimes she would press the pause button and go out to take a breath to calm down, and sometimes she would pick up the pen on the table and poke Medel on the head.

As a fan of dramas as well, Song Lan can feel the annoyance of being interrupted at the exciting moment of the drama.

but……

Isn't what Bai Zhu said just now a scene that only appears when junior high school students are playing around?
How old are they?
Bai Zhu said again, "How? Do I need to provide you with the detailed address, or should I directly cause an accident remotely?"

She carefully observed the amateur hacker's room, which was full of defective products from unknown sources, which made her believe that the other party was self-taught, "just a little bit of tricks can give his house Light it up, and you'll be able to check the fire reports tomorrow morning."

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

"I've always been so brutal."

Bai Zhu said lightly, "Burning the brains of other hackers is only the most basic method for us, but after moving here, you generally don't need my help in doing things."

"Don't make us sound like a criminal organization."

"……Is not it?"

"Of course not. We are a community responsible for the development and revitalization of District [-]. Tell me his address. I still have something to ask them."

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

There are old houses full of age here. It is said that the only reason this block has survived to this day is because such scenes may be used in some films.

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

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

He almost smashed his own keyboard.

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

Before he took a few steps, he froze in place.

There is a mirror in the living room, which reflects his panicked look and the figure of another uninvited guest.

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

Suddenly, the amateur hacker remembered what happened to the cleaner.

A hole appeared in his chest, and he could see the scenery on the other side straight. The forensic doctor of the Law Enforcement Department said that the hole passed through his heart, and his heart disappeared.

The cleaner was unable to contact any of his companions before he was killed, and did not leave any identity information about the attacker.

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

He has long known what the result of his career will eventually lead to, and he has long been prepared for this day.

Dazzling electric arcs bloomed in the room, but the scene that came into view was like a classic bridge in those horror movies.

The figure in the mirror disappeared, faster than the arc.

The amateur hacker's heart was beating violently, and he suddenly turned around, but he didn't see anyone.

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

He let out a strange cry, his legs went limp and he fell to the ground.

The intense tension made him almost out of breath. He was not good at physical exercise and held his chest tightly. It seemed that only in this way could he force his breath. The remaining rationality told him that he could no longer leave this apartment.

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

After a while, the amateur hacker looked forward with difficulty. Unsurprisingly, the figure disappeared again, as if his existence could only be reflected through a mirror.

This time, the "ghost" came behind him, and just raising his hand a little was enough to pull his heart out of his body like treating a cleaner.

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

　Small theater its 180 II:

　　On a certain day of a certain year, a certain month, Wednesday, morning.

　　Song Lan was defeated.

　　In a combat environment where the use of psionic powers is prohibited, there was no suspense in this battle from the very beginning.

　　This sleep lasted until noon, and when he opened it, he found Lu Xiang sitting beside him with his back against the bed board.

　　"Are you awake?"

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

　　Sweet and sour, tasted of lemon and dates.

　　"Red jujube cake, I made it myself."

　　"You did it?"

　　Song Lan's shock overshadowed everything else.

　　Lu Xiang's cooking has reached the level that Yelu would not even eat. The moment he swallowed the jujube cake, he almost thought that his life was coming to an end.

　　But a few seconds later, he found that he was still alive, and in all fairness, the jujube cake tasted pretty good.

　　"How do you do it?"

　　Song Lan asked tentatively.

　　"It's very simple. First, take the red date cake you made out of the refrigerator, then put it in a bowl to let it return to room temperature, and finally bring the bowl into the bedroom and you're done."

　　Listening to Lu Xiang sharing her own experience of making jujube cake, Song Lan always felt that she seemed to have some misunderstandings about the word "making". "Are you sure you made it by yourself?"

　　"I also made improvements."

　　"How did you improve it?"

　　"Soak them in wolfberry tea, it should do your body good."

　　
　
(End of this chapter)