The Omniscient

　　 "I can finally be independent."

　　 Finally, Huang Ji still got on the train to the magic city.

　　 Although school started in September, Fan Lingli and Zheng Xuan were going back to work within this week, so on April 20, the three of them drove to the magic city together.

　　Since he is going to school, it is better to adapt to life in YC City as soon as possible. They think Huang Ji may not understand some basic social common sense, so they plan to let him live in Magic City for four months to become familiar with it.

　　 Of course Huang Ji raised his hands in favor. He didn't come to school, he just wanted to come out.

　　 "Let Huang Ji live with you. If you are so free, teach him more." Fan Lingli said.

　　 "This..." Zheng Xuan was a bit embarrassed. His real profession is a hacker. Although Huang is slightly mentally retarded, he still finds it inconvenient to lead him in life.

　　 "Let him rent a house again."

　　 Fan Lingli shook his head and said: "What? I promised his grandpa to take good care of him, but now I don't want to care about it anymore?"

　　 "Can you just rent to the right door? I promise to take good care of him." Zheng Xuan said.

　　 Fan Lingli narrowed his eyes and said, "What's wrong? Didn't I have been to your house, and there is a baby? Or, you have to take other women to your house to play, afraid that it will be inconvenient?"

　　 "How can it be, isn't this my house is too small? Forget it, I won't say anything, he can leave it to me!" Zheng Xuan said.

　　 "His grandfather handed the people to us, and the money was handed to us. You can take care of it!" Fan Lingli said.

　　 "Don't worry." Zheng Xuan patted his chest.

　　 Fan Lingli nodded. She is usually busy with work, but Zheng Xuan’s work is relatively leisurely and has a lot of rest time, so Huang Ji's best time is to entrust him.

　　 Seeing Zheng Xuan promise to give her heart, she was relieved.

　　 When they arrived in the magic city, the two took Huang Ji to eat a meal, and then led him to buy a mobile phone and various daily necessities.

After 　　, Zheng Xuan brought him home.

　　 Zheng Xuan called the landlord as soon as he went back and rented a room to Huang Ji at the opposite door.

　　So, he and Huang Ji live separately, each with their own private space.

　　 He didn't explain his behavior, but Huang Ji also felt like Mingjing in his heart.

　　 is nothing more than doing something, not wanting to be seen. Zheng Xuan has his own secret, so why not Huang Ji? Just so happy.

"Have you noticed the "Private Kitchen" downstairs? I usually ask someone to bring the meal up to eat, you can also, just keep my account. But you'd better not run around and go straight to the meal Just go to my house and eat one piece."

　　 Zheng Xuan babbled, Huang Ji said after listening, "I saw a Xinhua Bookstore when I came up, I want to read a book."

　　 "Okay, I'll accompany you." Zheng Xuan led him downstairs.

　　 This apartment is on the street, and there are restaurants, bookstores and supermarkets around.

　　 When the two arrived at the bookstore, Huang Ji picked up the "Hundred Thousand Whys" and read it.

　　 Zheng Xuan smiled and took out a book on economics and read it.

　　 But after half an hour, he lost his patience. Looking at Huang Ji, he didn't move, as if he was completely immersed in the ocean of knowledge.

　　 "This is not concentrating, its patience is just better than ordinary people." Zheng Xuan thought to himself, of course, it can not be ruled out whether Huang Ji is in a daze...

　　 Zheng Xuan looked around, pacing back and forth, but he had no concentration.

　　 He was very impatient, but he couldn't bear to urge Huang Ji. He just said, "Buy all the books you like to read."

　　 Huang Ji saw this and smiled: "I don't know what I like..."

　　 "Brother Xuan, go to work if you have anything, I can do it alone."

　　 Seeing him say this, he is so behaved, not like a person who can run around, Zheng Xuan thought for a while and nodded: "Then I will go upstairs first, you remember to come back at dinner, forget it, I will come down to look for you."

　　 Huang Ji nodded, and Zheng Xuan asked a few more words and left.

　　 Seeing Zheng Xuan back to the apartment, Huang Ji put the book down and left the bookstore.

　　 He walked to the subway station, checked the subway map, bought a ticket and got on the train in one go.

　　 Killing Zheng Xuan never thought that Huang Ji had just taken the subway and left.

　　Madu Mail transfer station.

　　 Huang Ji needs to confirm whether his money has arrived.

　　 Before setting off from his hometown, Huang Ji sent the box ahead of time after some means. The address was the home of a friend of Zheng Xuan.

　　 Of course, Huang Ji will not let these three million really be sent to strangers' homes.

　　 He just needs to pick up the package with his ID before the package is distributed.

But even if you miss it, it doesn’t matter. Zheng Xuan’s friend’s ID number does not match and he will not be able to claim the box. Eventually the package will be sent back, and he will stay at the transfer station for a while, and he will have another chance. .

　　 What Huang Ji has to do at this moment is to pick it up directly at the transfer station before the box of money has been delivered to the designated place.

　　 "It's so fast, it's already here."

　　 Huang Ji made sure that his package arrived, and immediately took it away.

　　 It was too much trouble for him to take the 70-jin box, so Huang Ji stopped a taxi directly to transport it.

　　 Of course, he did not return to the apartment where Zheng Xuan was located, but went to a high-rise apartment in the eastern suburbs of Magic City, where he had made an appointment with the landlord to inspect the house in advance.

　　 Huang Ji didn't mean to save money at all, so he rented a four-bedroom, two-living house with cash.

　　 Inside the house, he opened the box and took out 200,000, put it in his backpack, and started shopping nearby.

　　 Mainly computers. Through Zheng Xuan, Huang Ji has learned that this thing is extremely useful, and now is the age of the Internet.

　　 He bought a computer with exactly the same configuration according to the set in Zheng Xuan's house, and he opened the optical fiber and equipped with a multifunction printer.

　　 sent away the little brother who helped install the printer, Huang Ji smiled and looked at the computer.

　　 "Sure enough, there is a difference between theory and practice..."

　　 Huang sat in front of the computer excitedly, operating the mouse stiffly.

　　 He has never touched this stuff before. Although he has a basic understanding of computers through Zheng Xuan, he still feels like a novice in actual use.

　　 "Through the browser, I can access thousands of portal sites, and I can retrieve what I need under a powerful search engine. It’s awesome..."

　　 Huang Ji, like all people who experience the Internet for the first time, browsed with a novel and excited mood.

　　 News feeds, other people's remarks, and any text that interests him, he does not want to let go.

　　 For Huang Ji, what is more unique is that he can see through the huge amount of behind-the-scenes information carried under the surface information on the Internet!

　　 "Hiss, too much information..."

　　 felt a little deeper, Huang Ji felt dizzy, and quickly blocked most of them again.

　　 "If you are interested, let's explore further."

　　 Huang Ji opened Du Niang, typing one pinyin and one pinyin, searching for "alien".

　　 However, what is retrieved is not a movie, a company name, or an electronic product.

　　 I couldn't find what I wanted to see. After thinking about it, Huang Ji was behind the alien again and hit the "moon".

　　 Now some real things about reality finally come out, such as ‘there are aliens on the back of the moon’, ‘the U.S. has seen UFOs on the moon landing,’ and ‘there is a base on the back of the moon with an alien spacecraft anchored’.

　　 Various UFO enthusiasts are talking about these in their respective forums or post bars.

　　 Huang Ji watched with interest, these are all very novel things, he has never seen them before.

　　 "It turns out that there are so many people like me who believe that there are aliens. They don't have my ability, but they can directly confirm the existence of aliens from clues."

　　 "Aliens are always by our side? Yes, he is absolutely right!"

"There is an alien base on the moon? Although it is not on the surface, I know it is inside, but it may have been on the surface. Have astronauts in the United States have seen it? But... why the school has never mentioned such a thing ..."

　　 Huang Ji quickly found the host who posted the comment in Tieba, and checked his ID.

　　 "Nami Kryptonite?"

　　 Huang Ji blinked, and immediately the information about this ID flooded his brain.

　　Registration place and ID card used, current IP address, login account, previous password, utility password...

　　 even whether it is currently online, what posts have been posted, what have been viewed, all login times, and all the read, unread, retained, and deleted content in private messages...

　　 It is worth mentioning that these are real information, not about whether the website server has records.

Regardless of whether it’s a deleted post or not, Huang Ji can perceive the content that even the website company can’t find, as long as it has been posted by this account called "Nami Krypton Goldman" or viewed it, then Huang Ji Most can be retrieved in the information!

　　Even, Huang Ji also knew that this person is currently surfing the Internet at a place called Xingzhuan Internet Cafe in Jinmen...takes No. 112 with a balance of 15 yuan.

　　 In fact, this friend named "Nami Kryptonite" did not register an account with his real ID card at all, but found the ID number of an individual on the Internet.

　　 When Huang Ji perceives his true identity, he can find that the ID card used by the other party for registration is not the same as the ‘real account owner’.

　　 "The information I perceive exists in the dark...or is it the content of the universe? There is no need for any physical carrier to preserve it..."

　　 "He didn't use his real identity registration at all, but I could find out... If I were a security expert, all hackers in the world could go to jail..."

Huang Ji knows about the work of hackers through his perception of Zheng Xuan. At least he knows Zheng Xuan. He once hacked into the personal computer of the president of Wall Street Wall Securities in the United States. UU read www.uukānshu.com and got the other party's financial fraud. Zheng Xuan easily extorted one million dollars with the threat of “I am familiar with the FBI”.

　　 That's how he got the money in his Morgan Bank account in the United States. Of course, it also depends on the timing, because it is not clean, so the so-called Wall Street tycoon chose to spend money to eliminate disasters, and he did not dare to pursue in-depth investigations. The blackmailing hackers were only traced symbolically.

　　 After all, it’s only one million. If the FBI is allowed to get a criminal charge, the attorney's fee will be more than one million. If the crime is convicted, the fine will be fifty times this, and you will have to go to prison.

　　 So I have to say that with technology in hand, making money is too simple.

　　 Of course, Zheng Xuan didn't take it out. The annual interest was enough for him to live his seemingly ordinary life in the city.

　　 The premise of all this is based on technology, without strong skills, fat sheep are also evil wolves.

　　 Now, Huang Ji is online for the first time. Just by looking at someone else’s account, he can learn his true identity and even know where the other person is online...

　　 Through any network account of a person, as long as he is online, he can know the address of the other party's Internet, even if he is not online, he can also know the address of his last login...

　　 This is probably not limited to normal accounts, but also includes anonymous signs left by hackers.

　　 Take 10,000 steps, even if the hacker leaves nothing, as long as he sends even a sentence or even a letter to him through the Internet.

　　 Huang Ji can know who sent this message...

　　 Without a doubt, he realized that he is the nemesis of all hackers.

　　Internet anonymity? Information disguise? Clear traces? Springboard broiler? All meaningless.

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