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The spirit seat is located in Zi's room, where there is a giant cactus with buds on its head.

The door was ajar, and Sukuna had been gone for a long time, already more than a stick of incense.Zi tidied up the bar, turned the TV to mute, leaned on the couch in the small hall, propped up her forehead with one hand, slid the electronic screen lying in front of her, and clicked on strange icons one after another.He glanced at the bedroom at the entrance of the corridor from time to time, paying attention to the sound, but he never got up to disturb the place.About 10 minutes later, Sukuna came out, walked slowly to Zi's side, and sat down on his long legs.From Zi's perspective, the wet redness at the end of Sukuna's right eye was obvious.

How much effort and forbearance must be done to make a child under the age of 14 cry without making a sound.

Zi didn't speak any more, and he didn't look at him anymore, he had some doubts in his heart, and prepared to observe slowly in the future.Sukuna turned up the volume on the TV, turned a few channels, and casually watched a children's program. The Q version of Ultraman was fighting a little monster.Zi felt that there was something wrong with this child, and then he felt that there was nothing wrong with him. Maybe he just learned from the painful experience, so he grew up.So Zi ignored him and concentrated on her own work.

When the advertisement was put up between the programs, Sukuna pushed Zi's waist and asked abruptly, "Will I be the pride of Ryu?"

"You have to ask about it." Zi replied, without looking at him, his expression remained unchanged.

"That's right."

The commercial ended and the program continued cheerfully.This time it is the cartoon of "Rose Flower Essence".

Have you ever heard this fairy tale, about a playful flower spirit, dusk, a headless corpse in the soft soil under the linden tree, sadomasochism between you and me, a head in a clay pot under the cover of frangipani branches and leaves... Sukuna stared at the screen, Mou Ran asked again: "Will I be a good king?"

Zi was vaguely stunned, and understood. "Yes. But it's a little early to think about it now, it will be a long, long time later." Suddenly he asked, "Why, our little doll can't wait?"

This tone is too ironic.Sukuna turned around, showed a pure and mischievous smile, shook his head and replied: "There is no hurry, people have their own destiny." So Zi propped himself up and stroked his hair, as if he was doing it for someone else .Zi held his hand, "Then tell me, what are you going to do when you become king? — Except his ideals."

Sukuna turned to the screen.The essence of roses sleeps in the veins of the bodhi leaves.

"Torture to death those who deserve to die when they cannot be killed."

Zi secretly sucked in a breath of cool air.

Have you heard this fairy tale by chance? — about roses, graves, murder, power, revenge.The child's eyes and voice are exceptionally calm, Zi Muran, the answer is actually all in his expectation, but it's really not what he wants to hear.Just as Zi was about to speak, Sukuna looked at the story on the screen and giggled again.Zi then had no choice but to say: "Hedong for 30 years and Hexi for 30 years, of course you are right. But Sukuna, there are some things that you should not think about, nor should you think about now."

"I know, Ziqi is worried!" Sukuna said, leaning on Zi's body, with a childish voice.He leaned over, and was about to speak to Zi, but accidentally caught a glimpse of the PC screen, and saw an icon of a four-string guitar.Because the icon design is very juvenile and very different from other items in the document, his curiosity was instantly ignited for some reason, "What the hell?"

Zi just opened a new file, before he could take a closer look, he knew that Sukuna was changing the subject, so he went down his steps. It was a program whose icon was designed as a cartoon version of a four-string guitar, named "Ukulele" big map".Zi thought about it for a while, and hurriedly said: "Oh-this-it's a little trick, what big data." Flipping through memory.

He knows this stuff.

Before moving to Kanagawa, Liu had a whim one day and modified the codes of the three major music websites in Japan, and added a code that could be deciphered and fed back to the ukulele folk song that they both agreed on, including encrypted sites. All IP addresses are encoded, and a program that can further accurately display the IP points on the map is compiled.When someone enters the three major music websites or their APPs, clicks to play the song, and through this program, the fixed point of the person's location can be established.Flow means that these three websites have a lot of traffic. He hijacked some user group data for fun and added bricks and tiles to his own big data. In the future, this hijacking technology will help him collect and optimize information assets around the world.The reason why I chose this song is that it is very niche, and the number of hits will not be as huge as pop music. After all, it is just for playing, and it is not necessary to receive too many IP addresses; the other is that this is Zi’s favorite song. He wondered where other people would be listening to it,—streams are such a mess.

Sukuna slapped his forehead, "Oh! Aunt Pan!"

The two looked at each other.That's right, at that time in that dilapidated old basement with half-drawn iron windows, Zi stood behind the stream and teased, maybe Mr. Tianpan was captured by his old concubine, so he could use this method to secretly share the location, okay? to rescue him.Liu answered very seriously, with so many IP locations, unless there is a special encrypted network, otherwise, if you want to confirm the specific location of Mr. Pan, it still needs to be approved.Mr. Pan was drinking in the corner of the tatami mat. He didn't intend to talk to Zi, but he was so serious about the inside and outside of the conversation that he was choked on the wine.Sukuna played the game console hard, and he hesitated without raising his head, mistress, Aunt Pan? ——Mr. Pan jumped up, but he pulled the child's ears hard.

Later, Liu Xing probably got tired of playing, and ignored it.

Violet dotted four-string guitar icon.

The main body of the program interface is an 20-bit pixel two-dimensional map of the Japanese archipelago. Several light balls light up from time to time; zoom in on the screen, move the cursor over, and lock the light ball, a line of data will appear, including IP address, encryption or not, what kind of key, and specific location information; click on the upper frame "Time axis" will pop up a new column, which contains a row of data, all at each time point within 48 hours, the location of the broadcaster and the record of whether the IP is encrypted or not, and the time arrangement is accurate to the second.

It can be seen that when Liu designed this thing, it was really for fun.Zi took out the terminal, opened the commonly used music app, played the song online, and immediately a new line of data popped up in the record column, which was exactly this time, this residential address, and the IP with a special key added.

"From now on, let's review one by one." Zi turned off the music and settled down, "I will ask someone to investigate if there is something suspicious."

Sukuna showed a strange expression. "You don't really think Liu's going to use this thing to communicate the location himself?—it's up to him whether he wants to or not, I mean, I guess he doesn't want us to rescue him. And I don't think he's During the detention period, there is an opportunity to play music online, not to mention the issue of the guards, because he took care of the guards, and there is probably no internet there.” The child questioned, “It’s because he really played it... You saw it, 24 a day For hours, someone may click to play your song at any time, even if there is a difference between encryption and non-encryption, there are too many fake ones, how do you know which address belongs to which person? How do you know that a certain address must come from the stream?"

Zi loosened her curled hair.They hang limply over Purple's shoulders.

"You still don't know him well enough," Zi Yanran, "actually no one knows him, including me. So I'm not sure if he wants to come out, I'm not him, I can only choose to think that he wants to. I'm not sure The extent to which he has been hit, I am sure - even if he is 'dead', he can be reborn - I will wait for him to be reborn. And as long as he wants to come up, he is not a person who is waiting to die, he will not give up, he can Mobilizing all available factors to achieve his goal, if he thinks of this, he can think of a way for me to confirm or let me narrow the blind spot of his position. I bet he will think of this." Zi looked at the colorful interface, "But his actions need time to settle, it doesn't matter, he can withstand the suffering and waiting."

"I didn't hit you, Zi." Sukuna sat upright, grabbing Zi's arm, "Even if he can remember it, do you think he's sure we'll remember it too? In fact, we have a high probability of being Unexpected."

"Xiaosu Kuna, you were the first to notice this cartoon icon today." Zi said a few words to deal with him.

"so what?"

so what?Zi stroked the child's hair, and pressed his forehead against the seed's forehead. "He trusts us, just as we trust him," Zi emphasized, "you have to believe this. You are his favorite clan, and you are the little king he asks me to protect when he is in danger." With his right hand, he touched the Bodhi seed on his neck, and finally said, "Don't you believe him, he loves you."

Well, as long as this sentence is said, do what you say, anyway, there is no other way to find at present.Sukuna withdrew his hand, turned a little coy, and still pretended to be calm, and said vaguely: "Love... how do you know... eh, really—"

Zidan smiled and said nothing, while Sukuna puffed up his cheeks.

"Hey, let's not talk about this, you disturbed the matter I was going to discuss with you just now... I have been talking a lot at home in the past two days. I didn't pay attention to political matters before, so no one told me As I said before, looking at it now, hey, my grandfather is afraid that he will be the next prime minister. The news is tightly sealed, and only the central government knows. Of course, there are many things I still can't be sure, but my grandfather has hidden political affairs for many years.