The storm of electronic fraud, the day I was deceived into northern Myanmar

Drowsily, I forced myself to open my eyes and took the cell phone that kept ringing.

After pressing the answer button, Wang Meng's voice came from the other end of the phone: "Brother Lei!"

"what happened?"

"Hurry up! Come to the group!" He sounded a little anxious.

I couldn't help but frown: "What happened?"

"I...I don't know what to say. Just come here and you will know."

I'm a little confused. What made Wang Meng so surprised?

After getting dressed, I washed my face and went directly to the group.

When he pushed open the office door, he saw that the fool was still sitting in front of the computer, and Wang Meng stood aside, eyes wide open.

When he saw me coming, Wang Meng looked excited: "Brother Lei! Come and take a look!"

I was a little confused, so I walked over and found that the fool kept tapping on the computer with his hands, as if he was writing code!

At this time, the entire computer screen has entered terminal mode, the entire interface is black, and only strings of codes are continuously executed on the terminal!

"What are you doing?!" I asked in surprise.

The fool was startled, stopped, retracted his hand, and looked at me with fear on his face.

Wang Meng said: "Brother Lei, you fool... you are a master!"

"Master?"

I'm a little confused about this adjective.

"Yes!" Wang Meng didn't seem to know how to express it, so he took my mobile phone on the table and said, "Brother Lei, change the password."

I followed his instructions and changed my phone password.

He handed the phone to the idiot: "Idiot, come and do what you just did again."

The fool looked at me timidly. After I nodded, he took the phone and connected it to the computer.

He opened the cracking program I bought from Zhou Yang. I found that this program was a little different from before. It had an operation interface, and it had obviously been modified by someone.

I saw him entering a series of command characters on the computer, and the screen of my phone suddenly lit up, and the lock screen disappeared!

I was a little dumbfounded: "Is this?"

Wang Meng took my phone over, slid it open, and started operating on the phone. Then when he unplugged the data cable, the phone returned to the locked screen state.

"Did you bypass the lock screen?" I looked at the fool in disbelief and asked.

He nodded.

"how did you do that?"

"I...I..." The fool hesitated for a long time without saying anything.

I stood there, my mind a little confused.

Now I finally understand what Wang Meng meant by "master" just now.

This silly boy knows how to program?

I sorted out my mood, then sat on the sofa and called the fool over.

"Can you program?" I asked.

He nodded.

"Who did you learn from?"

"Look...look...read a book..."

"Read a book?"

"Old Chen...'s book..."

I glanced at Wang Meng and asked him to call Lao Chen in.

After coming in, Lao Chen obviously didn't understand what was going on.

I asked him: "Idiots can program, did you know?"

Old Chen smiled: "I know."

"Know?"

He nodded: "Didn't you print out some programming books before? He was very interested, so I gave them all to him and let him learn."

Those books that Lao Chen talked about gave me a headache myself. I have only learned a little bit about it so far. How can even a fool have learned it?

I still couldn't believe it, and for a moment I suddenly felt that the fool in front of me was pretending to be in front of me.

"He has autism and is not really a fool." Lao Chen explained, "Do you know what autism is?"

I shook my head blankly, and he sighed, sat on the chair, and took my cigarette and lit one.

“Autism, also known as autism spectrum disorder, is a condition in which there is a degree of difficulty with social interaction and communication.”

"In other words, he is not stupid, but he doesn't know how to communicate with others and express himself."

I frowned: "Does that mean he's not a fool?"

"Not really, but he can't be considered a normal person either." Old Chen said, "He is a patient, you know?"

"Then he..." I didn't know what to say for a while.

"He is educated," Lao Chen said, "and his academic qualifications are not low. Not only that, he is very sensitive to numbers. It can be said that your so-called programming is as easy as playing for him."

Although I still can't accept that a fool suddenly became a "master", I'm not too entangled.

If the fool is a programming master, it is a good thing for me!

Taking a deep breath, I glanced at the fool who was standing nearby and said, "From now on, only we will know what fools are capable of. Do you understand?"

Wang Meng was the first to say: "Understood!"

Lao Chen still looked carefree, smiled and said: "What the team leader says is whatever it is."

The fool looked at me, shrank his neck, and nodded.

After trying many more times, I found that there was no problem with the fool's improved program, and then I started to plan the next step.

When Zhu Kui handed over Lao Chen and Fool to me, he didn't even think that these two people would be two talented people, right?

I suddenly felt a little funny. Is this a blessing in disguise?

In the next few days, I asked Wang Meng to visit Yang Ziming's office again.

With the experience last time, he was very familiar with it this time.

Just in case, I was responsible for keeping watch downstairs in the dormitory.

I asked him to plant a Trojan horse on Yang Ziming's computer, and then found out the model number of Yang Ziming's other mobile phone.

"There are three mobile phones in Yang Ziming's drawer." Wang Meng opened the mobile phone photo album and showed it to me.

These three mobile phones are all different models, two of them are brands commonly used in the park, and only one is an older model.

"Yang Ziming takes an hour's rest at noon every day, and sometimes it is irregular. If we take away his mobile phone rashly, he will probably find out by then." I said thoughtfully.

Wang Meng said: "Brother Lei, how about that? How about we take action at night?"

I shook my head: "What if he brought his mobile phone back to the dormitory at night? And I can't guarantee that he will leave his mobile phone in the office every noon. This time you can find the mobile phone in the past, maybe he forgot to bring it... "

I exhaled and said: "There are too many uncertainties, we can't take risks. We have to find a way to get him away..."

"Open it? How?" Wang Meng asked.

I touched my chin, exhaled and said, "I'll treat him to dinner!"

"You invited him to dinner?" Wang Meng was stunned.

I nodded: "Yeah. I just don't know if he will agree... But try it first, and if it doesn't work, think of other ways."

"What if he agrees, but ends up taking his mobile phone with him when he goes to dinner?" Wang Meng asked.

I smiled: "No."

"why?"

"Yang Ziming is so cautious in doing things. If I invite him to dinner, he will definitely be on guard and won't be able to bring that mobile phone with him."

I paused and said, "What we have to consider now is what we should do if he leaves his phone in the dormitory or locks the drawer when he goes to eat."

"It's not difficult to lock the drawer." Wang Meng said with a smile, "With that kind of drawer, you just need to use a screwdriver to remove the drawer."

I glanced at Wang Meng in surprise. He smiled awkwardly and said, "I did this several times when I was in China..."

I smiled bitterly. It seemed like this guy had done a lot of sneaky things in the past.